We spent the weekend holed up in a beautiful, old hotel in Sutton Coldfield. Child-free and ready to eat, drink (lots) and be merry.
It’s a family tradition that we go out, eat (too much), drink (far too much) and swap some early presents with my parents and my sister. Richard and Jak are honourary family members for the night. We have crackers, quizzes, cards, prizes, presents and lots of laughs. It is just magical.
And this year, instead of our usual restaurants, we stayed over in a hotel. And shared breakfast (and hangovers) as well. What a wonderful time of year.
I wonder what traditions I’ll make with my own little family? I’d love the boys to have something (other than Christmas Day) to look forward to each year. What traditions do you share with your families?
We rarely spend a weekend at home together … we’re very fortunate to have lots of family and friends who keep our diaries busy, but just sometimes, it’s nice to stop and just be. Together.
We spent (the majority of) Saturday, just us four. Tucked up in our cosy house, enjoying each other’s company. This was the week that Rupert learnt to crawl (Wilfred is so proud of his baby brother!), so inevitably there have been safety issues and baby proofing to tackle (it’s amazing how fast you revert to lighting candles, leaving stairgates open and removing plug socket covers; once your babies become pre-schoolers!).
I also persuaded Richard to tackle the back room, which has been the cause of many disagreements and been re-purposed numerous times since we moved in. Essentially, we have two items of furniture (a wonderful, heavy wooden table and a long old law-court bench) which we love, but are far too big for the room. The table has been put up and taken down no less than 10 times in the last 2 years.
Finally, I called it a day on both items and have had Rich remove them to the garage while I reconsider the space. For now, for Christmas at least, it will serve as a playroom / family room. There’s certainly more floorspace for our crawling babe and energetic boy to enjoy together.
I’m 29. Time to write this blog post quick before time ticks along and I turn the big 3-0!
I spent Saturday night out on the town celebrating with my sister-in-law at her hen do. I glammed up and drank copious amounts of Gin. I danced with friends and family, spoke about nothing in particular with total strangers and generally let my hair down.
For the most part, I’m dressed in jeans and ‘mum jumpers’ and spend my days cleaning the house, frequenting coffee houses with friends and enduring soft play centres. It’s not a bad life! But it’s a mum life. Sometimes we forget that we were people before children. Granted, we were a few stone lighter, had flatter tummies and fresher skin … but it does us good to touch base with those (often forgotten) previous selves.
A bit of red lipstick and a few cocktails reminded me that (although there is no place on Earth better than being sat with my babies) there are other places in the world that I fit into as well. Places where I am judged as an individual and not just on how well my boys are dressed, how well mannered they are and whether I’ve managed to leave the house without baby sick down my back! And that’s quite refreshing.
It’s 5am on Thursday … I’ve just fed Rupert (first time he’s woken since going down at 8:30) and come back to bed … Listening to all 3 of the ‘boys’ (I include Richard in this), snoring away.
I’ve had a good, solid chunk of sleep so will probably get up soon and have a head start on the housework … The more I can get done whilst everyone is snoozing, the less there is to do when I have a toddler at me feet, a baby on my hip and the rest of life going on simultaneously.
I just find the days slipping by recently. Hence the slightly late blog post. Oops. It was my Birthday on Saturday 18th June, 29 years old. My LAST ‘twenties’ Birthday. Where the hell did that time go. From 25 to here has just flown, in that space of time, I left work, got married, moved house, carried and delivered two babies, made some truly wonderful mummy friends and adjusted to a (temporary) life of being a full time mummy and housewife. I adore every moment of being a stay at home mum. It’s a million times more rewarding than any job I’ve had previously, but happy days do fly by and it’s all going a little too quickly for me!
We’re off camping with my family tomorrow (celebrating my Mom’s Birthday). So today is a day of packing and deep cleaning the house before we go away. I discovered some ants in the hallway and I certainly don’t want to come home to an infestation! Luckily the weather looks good, so Wilfred can amuse himself in the garden. He just loves being outdoors.
This is all for now. Have a good weekend, whoever you are, wherever you are. Don’t take time for granted. It’ll soon pass you by!
At the weekend, we took the boys camping … Rupert’s first ‘holiday’. My Mom and Dad own a trailer tent (half caravan, half tent) which they leave up over the summer months on a lovely quiet campsite which boasts a playground featuring an old tractor, a mini golf course and a treasure hunt … Perfect for keeping toddlers busy and making them tired enough to sleep at night!
We’ve booked a few weekends away this year and this was our first stay. Let’s call it a practice run. The car was packed to the roof, Rupert had the biggest poo explosion I’ve ever had to deal with and a massive daddy long legs flew at my face in the toilet block, leaving me running for safety and leaving my toddler to deal with it alone! Oops.
Having said that, it was a fantastic break. We were visited by my sister in law and her baby on the Saturday and my mother in law stayed a night with us. We had a BBQ. The rain stopped and the sun shone just in time to eat on a blanket outside. The dog that ran over only managed to eat two pieces of chocolate cake before we managed to restrain her 🙈. Wilfred absolutely loved spending the whole weekend outdoors. Rupert slept fantastically and managed not to wake the whole campsite.
All in all. Very successful. Looking forward to the next one.
I’m so pleased to announce that summer has finally descended on Birmingham 😊👍🏻 … We have been outside most days enjoying the fresh air and line-dried washing (such a Mum thing to say 🙈).
This weekend, we had friends round all weekend and even managed to rope the blokes in to help build a sandpit for our boys (I say boys, but obviously, Rupert’s a bit young still. And I don’t think Wilfred would give him a look in, anyway! He is OBSESSED with it).
So, even though the car is fixed now (hallelujah) we’ve still been sat on our bums a lot. Benefits of having a big garden – plenty of maintenance to keep hubby busy after work 😉 and enough room for Wilfred to run and stretch his legs during the day 😊. That being said, all I’ve really done is sit and drink prosecco in the sun 🤔 I probably need to get moving soon otherwise I’ll be a right hefalump by the time December rolls around (and I’m a bridesmaid for my sister in law on the 22nd!! 🙄).
That’s all for now, lovelies. I seem to have missed a week blogging (was probably too busy sunbathing), it’s still a work in progress but I’m trying to write every Monday!! Trying!!