Holiday 2015

We came home from holidays with more Lego, a giant magnet, some champers and strawberry jam and a fresh outlook on life, job done.

It's only fair I split the photos over a couple of posts, lest you nod off. Here goes.

Sand, as usual featured heavily in holiday pursuits. We happened upon the town Carnival by chance when we visited St Annes. We also came across this lovely park.

I'm not sure who loved this more, me or her.

Fleetwood wins for prettiest beach huts.

The baby was a rockstar. He napped on the hoof, ate on the hoof, waved his chubby feet in the air like he just didn't care. Top marks little man, your chill attitude kept me sane for sure.


We were lucky with weather and only had one rainy day. We went to Lancaster and we found that the Museum of Childhood was having small Lego exhibition. We couldn't miss that:)

The kids cracked open their holiday money and Grier chose this paint your own treasure chest. And Brodie chose......


The farmhouse we stayed in turned out to be just beautiful. We had seen photos online before we travelled but it was so much more in the flesh. It was the dream of someone who not so secretly harbors living in rural, isolated farmhouse fantasies.

I have a sink at home identical to this one. I've never thought to bath the baby in it though.

The aga proved very handy for drying baby buns.

We enjoyed our eggs in the morning. 

I've been pestering Greig for a while about a patch of poppies in fields near our house. I really don't see what could possibly go wrong with stopping at the side of the road and ferrying three children into said field to take photos. He thinks because I found this patch of poppies on holiday my urge is satisfied. It is not.

Does anyone else see teenager?

There's more where these came from, many more. Hurry back!

Golden Hour

I really want the kids to remember the evenings we abandoned baths and balanced meals and sensible bedtimes and threw together a poorly conceived picnic and headed to the country park. I want them to do it for themselves one day, to forgoe what they should do for what feels good. To make the most of sunshine and loved ones and squeeze the last drops out of the day.

Somtimes doing less feels like living more, would you agree?

This Life

What a week this has been.

A whirlwind and one we will never forget. We are tired, some of us are very emotional*, we are adjusting and finding our way. And we are so very happy.

Physically this has been my easiest recovery without a doubt. I know I'm only a week from giving birth but my body feels better and my mind is clearer. Brodie and Grier are doing really well coping with the changes and we are trying to remember to find extra bits of time for each of them when the baby is sleeping.

I cannot believe my baby is a week old. I said something in my last post about Baxter being our last baby, and he probably is. Three feels like a good number for us but I know better than to say never, ever because who knows what the future holds. For that reason though I'm trying to sniff his head a little longer and watch the expressions which flash fleetingly across his beautiful face a little more intensely so that I might remember them forever. 

*that would be me. Feeling all the feelings, all the time.

on the morning of the day baxter was born grier insisted on making the baby a chocolate cake.

see mum? it worked, the baby came out for chocolate cake.

baxter is the only one of our babies who cooked long enough to have dry skin

brodie playing wii and supervising baxter's nap in a suitably relaxing position

i'm not sure power tools were completely necessary to build the bouncy chair but whatever makes them happy

now this must be like looking in some weird time travelling mirror. greig seeing what he looked like as a baby and baxter seeing himself as a grown man. weird i tell you.

edible baby

i must apologise for the splashfest which was your first bath baxter, they just really, really wanted to help.........