Tenacious G

I blogged Grier’s birthday celebration but it’s tradition for me to record a few words here about the kids as their birthdays roll around. It’s been keeping me awake at night that I haven’t shared Grier at seven. Traditions are important after all. Even ones made up by me.

So my sweet girl is seven. She is still 90% sunshine and 10% steel. She often asks us what she was like as a toddler. And we tell her she was wild and funny and cuddly and most of all that her favourite words were always -

‘Do it self’

And she hasn’t changed a bit. She will persevere with anything for way longer than most of the rest. She will find a better way, a smarter way and a more creative way to do pretty much anything. She seems to thrive on the challenge and the longer it takes to do something the more satisfaction she gains from doing it. I love this so much about you Grier.

Grier sees patterns everywhere. Taking note of the colour of everything she sees and adding it to visual database which seems to exist in her brain, like rows upon rows of Crayola crayons. The steady stream of things she’s built, crafted and designed continues. She loves to dance freely to music and sings with abandon often.

She still seems so small when I hold her little, delicate hand. But when she sits on my knee she has to fold her suddenly lengthy limbs around her body to fit in the space. And she does still sit on my knee for which I am very grateful. She’s somewhere in the in between and it’s spectacularly beautiful.

Until next year Grier, grow and grow and grow. And always ‘do it self’. Unless you need help in which case I will do whatever it takes, okay?

Love you.


Shout out to my Six! (year old).........

Her favourite pop song for those of you who caught the reference. She only knows one line of the whole song though.


Grier at six.

She is smart and inquisitive and pragmatic and positive and ever affectionate. She is an engineer of fantastical objects and expansive ideas. She loves pink (still) and plays football and ballet dances and is the first one to jump straight into a water balloon fight with both feet.


She still prefers skirts and dresses to trousers. She will happily dig in the mud all afternoon. She is green fingered and loves collecting veg in the garden. She can sew and is learning to knit and still loves nothing more than recycling someone elses rubbish into something new usually with a sprinkle of glitter. She spreads a little glitter everywhere she goes. No really, she literally spreads glitter - ev.er.y.where.

We stretched the birthday celebrations over the whole weekend because why not? Friends and family and cake and soft play.


If people were colours, Grier would be a rainbow I have no doubt. 

Your six years on the planet have been my most colourful ever and I am so grateful for you everyday. You make hard things easier. You make grey skies seem blue somehow. You remind me to do what I love and love what I do.

Happy Six Grier


And bonus baby Grier picture because my hasn't she grown?

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This Life

Two blog posts in a month. Whooah there Caroline. 

The last couple of weeks have been big in the world of Grier. She won a Mother's Day competition run by Waterstones and her drawing is being used in their national advertising. If you visit a Waterstones branch they should be displaying posters which feature her picture and if you see it will you let me know? 

It was very exciting for us all to go along and see it and for Grier to pick up her prize.

dishwasher obsessed. i wonder if this domestic streak comes from me?

prepping for world book day. do you know who he is?

sit with your sister and let me take a nice picture. nope.

billy the penguin is this baby's best bud. forever.

would you mess with captain no beard?

and this weekend was Grier's first dancing show. she was so ridiculously grown up. She skipped off backstage without me. She came on stage without a hint of nerves or trepidation. She danced, she smiled. She rocked it. Proud doesn't begin to cover it. 

And this week someone in our family is turning 7. I know, how can that possibly be? Hold me.