I’ve already got tears in my eyes as I write these words: Happy 1st birthday my boy.
The first year of your life was one of my hardest, but also so miraculous and so beautiful. Going from looking after one precious baby to looking after two was a bigger jump than I’d anticipated, but we’re finally finding our rhythm, finding our feet.
What are you like at 1? Playful, yet demanding. You put up with strangers but you love your mama the most. You like bathtime but scream your head off when we… Read more
It’s no secret how much I love books. I’ve talked at length on this blog about how important I think reading is and I make a point of nearly always giving books as gifts to the children I know. Ben is already spending his life surrounded by books, even if he’s just chewing on them at this stage. And I try to make time to read with Rachel most nights a week so she develops a love for them as well. So with all this in mind, I’m chuffed to be able to tell you… Read more
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Remember playing? It probably makes up some of your earliest memories. I know it does mine. My sister and I created an entire village in our garden on the farm, with made up families living in various tree houses, as well as a supermarket (on the red steps), a doctor’s rooms (the swings) and the vet under the palm tree. We would spend hours out there, holding tea parties (with our dolls as babies) and riding our cars (BMX bikes) from place to place.
But playing isn’t just about creating… Read more
I love this picture Rachel and I made together. She coloured in the sky a midnight blue and then sprinkled it with silver stars. The moon we cut out together from yellow cardboard and she then coloured over it with orange. She is learning to draw circles so although I was itching to correct her and make it look more”circle like”, I managed to restrain myself.
The family isn’t necessarily us (unless we have an extra kid I don’t know about!). But I like the way they’re all gazing serenely into the distance together, enjoying… Read more
In my next instalment of “Meet a Mom”, we talk to the ridiculously lovely Silvia and meet her beautiful family. Seriously, look at those cheekbones? Anyhoo, I met Silvi at a charity event/party in London where her future husband was dressed as a nun and I was dressed as a nurse (ahem).
Silvi’s husband Sean shared a house with my future husband Gareth and suffice to say we spent a lot of time together in that great city. Sean now owns and runs the Rocket Restaurants in Rivonia and Parkhurst (and the salad bar in… Read more
It was the snakes that unnerved her. White people ghosts she could handle, but not the snakes. At night when she tried to sleep she could hear their slow creep towards her on the dirty carpeted floor. Sometimes she saw the raised hooded head of a cobra reflected in the long mirror in the passage, but if she turned her head quickly to look, it vanished, slithering back to its underworld.
Snake ghosts were one thing but it was the real life snake that was the last straw. She was leaving one day, off into… Read more
Firstly, just a quick hello to subscribers and sorry you haven’t been getting email notifications. WordPress took a while moving you over to my new theme but it’s all done now, so we should be sorted. In the mean time, what did you miss?
Here’s where I talk about all the work that went into getting my new blog up and running, here’s a glimpse into our house (and a few of my favourite things) and then my latest post talks about me taking some steps to slow my life down a bit, something which… Read more
I do everything fast. I walk fast. I eat fast. I talk fast. I interrupt people if they aren’t talking quickly enough. I finish people’s sentences. And although living at this pace is useful sometimes and I get a lot done, it’s also exhausting, unhealthy and probably quite annoying. So I’m making some changes. Here they are:
Breathing. Yes, you heard right, I need to take time to breathe. I’m known amongst my friends as someone who sighs a lot. How sad?! But it’s mostly because I don’t breathe properly and keep it inside and… Read more
I’ve always wanted a home of my own, but don’t we all? I spent all of my childhood in a rambling farm house with a green tin roof and a wraparound verandah. The furniture was old and worn and the carpets were often covered in my Dad’s muddy footprints, but there were always fresh flowers in a vase and something baking in the oven.
After studying and spending time living abroad and moving from digs to digs with my meagre belongings in a single backpack, I kept feeling this gap inside, a gap that only… Read more
Well, you really should. Because the new blog look has been a labour of love that’s been going on a few months;). It may look like someone just waved a pretty wand about and it was instantly transformed, but actually, we’ve been working like busy little bees trying to get everything just right. And when I say everything, I mean choosing the fonts (out of THOUSANDS) to positioning the new banner (just so), and using all the right widgets to get things in the right hand column just the way I wanted it.
I was… Read more