A couple of years ago, when Harper was two, I thought I’d start a little Christmas tradition of going ice skating. Who seriously tries to take a two-year-old skating?! As you might guess, it was a disaster. As was last year when we tried to go again. But when the Royal Pavilion opened its doors to their ice rink last week, I thought I’d try for third time lucky. The Christmas countdown has begun. Oh I do love this time of year!
So it turns out my kids are bonkers about ice cream. Grayson claims his best friends are inanimate objects – ice cream and onions are his two current favourites. He quite often wakes up really early (sometimes at 4am – tell me this ends at some point) and asks if it’s ice cream time. So when the sun’s shining and we’re at the beach, it’d be rude not to have an ice cream…or two.
So, something big happened recently. We entered a new phase in our family life, and started leaving the house without a buggy, a suitcase-sized changing bag and four coats. And it felt good. Grayson has decided that he’s a big boy who doesn’t need a buggy, and now wants to scoot everywhere. So that’s exactly what we did recently.
This picture makes me laugh. Look at my child walking (up a hill!), all sweet and happy. Buuuuut no. The camera lies. She was wailing and begging me to carry her – and I was ignoring her and taking pictures which only pee’d her off more. This shot seemed to capture a millisecond of serene between wails. So in it goes!
Hello hello! Hope you’ve had a nice week? For us, it was half term and it’s been very lovely. I think I’m in a minority in the parent world, but I really love half term. Not in a slushy way, more that we like not being ruled by the routine! School is still new to us, and we (I) have struggled a bit with getting up and getting out in the mornings. In fact, I’m crap at it. Despite my best intentions for calm TV-free mornings of getting ready without any tantrums and laughing into our cheerios, we always end up late, missing socks, forgetting book bags and running to school with a sweat on. So this week has been about lie-ins. Not lie-ins like they used to be mind, more “you can take the ipad to your bedroom as a special treat!” kind of lie-ins. Which are almost as good. Almost.
As you can probably tell by the large amount of red suits, large fluffy white beards, and festive jumpers in this Life in Pictures, we are well and truly ready for Christmas. And by that, I don’t mean “I’ve actually finished the shopping and written cards” sort of ready, more that we’re enjoying the festivities with the little ones. Harper is definitely at the age where Christmas is magical for her. She’s taken to wearing tinsel like a chic scarf and is really trying her hardest to be good at all times.
Last year we thought we’d start a little Christmas tradition of taking the kids ice skating – and it was an utter disaster. The second Harper’s skates touched the ice, she wanted to get off, but we had to complete a lap as you can only go in one direction – and once you’re on, you’re on. She let go of her skating aid, Magnus the Penguin, within seconds, so we were left trying to simply keep her upright and not lose any fingers. So I was understandably apprehensive about trying again this year. Luckily, all she seemed to remember from last year was that she got a gingerbread man in the cafe at the end, so she was up for giving it another whirl.
This week has been so busy! Usually our worky things get spread out a little bit but this week, er, nope. All whacked together in one jam-packed half term week. It’s been fun, hectic and tiring in equal measures.
We began the week doing a day of baking for our next craft book… the theme of which we won’t say but there might be a little clue in the pics if you’re clever enough to work it out :-). Luckily we only had Grayson around to help us out who spent the whole day trying to climb on the table (where the cake was) and say “ARRGH”. He wasn’t much of a help decorating biscuits.
Last weekend Harper and I did a first – we ran the Brighton Color Run together. It’s a 5km race where you get showered in powder paint on your way around the course.
I’ve got a long history of running, starting when I was 16 and was working on the reception of my local gym. I’ve run everything from 5kms to marathons, and going for a run keeps me on the right side of sane.
Every Thursday for the past year, we’ve been meeting up for a Little Button hangout. We try to do something fun, unless we’re snowed under with work (when we become multi-tasking masters!), and we’ve of course been documenting it with photos. Now the summer is coming to an end and Amelie starts school in a matter of days, it’s a bit of an end of an era for us.
Play date and mum friends to me are like dating….with a toddler or two in tow. It’s a bit like trying to fit a square peg in a circular hole. I’ve been to numerous houses over the years where I’ve got on with the mum and got engrossed talking about Eastenders when the toddlers are pulling each other’s hair out and screaming “mine” or the other way around where the kids are delightfully
parallel playing (ignoring each other) and the conversation with the parent is as dry as their cake and amounts to “So…how many teeth does your child have now?”. I’m exaggerating slightly but you know what I mean.
We got invited to a lovely crafty event in Brighton on Friday night. Posh Totty Designs have just launched PTD Makes – super cool craft classes in their beautiful studio in the Laines. We were invited along to a Macrame class and we were so excited about trying something new (as well as hanging out crafting and NOT doing the bedtime routine)!
When the sun is shining Brighton is just brilliant. We’re really lucky to live so close to the sea, so we often pop down to the seafront for a wander (along with the rest of Brighton it seems!). We went for a coffee during the week and went to say hello to the sea. Unbeknown to me we got a
bit lot too close to the waves and got drenched feet within about five minutes of being there. Both Harper and I walked around with a nice squelchy sound for the rest of the day.