Croeso i Cymru

North Wales is beautiful. 

My fears that it would take forever to get there proved to be entirely unfounded. We left early, made one stop for a play and food. We found the cottage we stayed in pretty quickly despite it being several miles from the closest hamlet and not appearing on satellite navigation because it wasn't actually situated on a road but on a rocky dirt track a good mile from the nearest farm house.

This took my rural dreams to a whole new level. There was literally nothing and no-one except livestock for miles around. And the minute we walked through the door our shoulders dropped several inches. The kids spent the whole week mostly naked, we barbecued, we had epic water fights. We watched the sun set. We ate blue ice cream. And we beached hard. It rained, And the sun shone. And then it rained. Repeat.

We saw a lot of castles, found lots of jelly fish, spent our holiday money on giant bugs and oil pastels. Visited the aquarium and the Welsh Mountain Zoo. Played arcade games on Llandudno pier, bought smooth shiny shells, ate a lot of welsh cakes and built many, many sandcastles. Next round of photos expected soon.


Baxter calls toast 'pop' and it's one of the million things I never want to forget.

I was chatting with a good friend last week. Her children are a smidge older than mine. We talked about how you think things will get more straightforward once you leave the baby stage behind. But actually we've discovered there are still so many things to worry and fret about. It doesn't calm down, it doesn't really get easier just different.

My baby calls toast 'pop' and the biggest is everyday growing a tiny bit more independent. Finding his own way, experiencing things away from our immediate reach. Falling out with friends, dealing with arguments, making up with friends, feeling anxious or uncomfortable, making mistakes. All the parts of life which are pretty much the same whether you are 7 or 37 or maybe 77. 

I hope my children know I love them. I hope they feel it in the things I do for them and the time I spend with them. And the way I squeeze them tight and feel their heads might pop off. No seriously, is that just me?

This is just a reminder to myself that while I'm in the thick of it,  as long as they feel there is a safe place in a storm, here beside me then I'm doing ok.  

Knit it real good

Thanks for encouraging my gut bacteria obsession family and friends and random blog readers. You guys are the best.

I'm not joking.

My sister in law sent me the link to this video

I mean, transplanting gut bacteria seems gross, and dangerous and frankly ridiculous..........but at the same time I think it might be the future. Not Jetson cars or hoverboards. Gut bacteria tinkering, that's what we'll all be doing.

Yesterday I did some knitting while listening to the S-town podcast. And I completely lost track of time. The kids were playing in the garden with Greig supervising and for the first time in years I think, after an hour I looked up and genuinely felt like I had been transported in time. I was so absorbed in listening and sewing up sleeves I forgot what was going on around me. It was lovely. How can I do it again?

It's now Monday afternoon and I'm watching the snow fall. Ah Scotland.

Finally finished this crochet blanket for Quinn. Now Grier has put in her request for a rainbow crochet blanket. I imagine she can expect to take delivery of it in 2021. 

Friday night. Brodie at football. These two munching toast. Standard.

This is the cardigan I finished. It's from an old pattern I found in our local charity shop and this is the biggest size. I'm so glad I had time to knit it before Baxter was too big because it's just lovely. I love this photograph, so Baxter. Scoop the digger and kinetic sand and completely ignoring your Mum's requests to pose in your new cardigan.  Baxter at two.