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!
Now the weather has taken a turn and is freezing cold, we’ve not been out too much, so getting photos just hasn’t happened recently. I rarely get the camera out at home so the kids are going to have vague memories of our house and think all we did was go out!
Last weekend we didn’t have any plans and wanted to give the kids a good runaround/good nap in the car, so we drove to Dungeness. Dungeness is a funny blend of bleakness, a beach, a power station and a load of fishermans cottages all within one hamlet. The first stop was the pub, which we were both dreading. Grayson has a tendency to not sit down at meal times so taking him out for food is always a little tricky. But this was pretty much the first meal we’ve had where the kids sat, ate and didn’t wriggle around too badly. I didn’t dare take photos as I didn’t want to break the spell.
Apologies in advance for this random bunch of (slightly rubbish!) photos from our half term…. nothing much appears to be happening in my life right now! So I’m starting with Lilah, dressed as Alex the Lion from Madagascar, which is what she wants to be when she grows up. Amelie wants to work in a shop that makes plates. Bit odd.
Behind the scenes at Little Button HQ (we say that to sound fancy even though we are, in reality, two mums sitting at computers in pjs with gigantic mugs of tea), we’ve been busy for most on the year on a very big nature-inspired project that has meant we’ve had to drag the kids outside at every free opportunity come rain or shine. They have become so used to following us around woods looking for suitable sticks, leaves and rocks! They look a little bit like ducklings walking around and, to be honest, for them the novelty of outdoor crafting has well and truly worn off!
Sorry, me again, boring the pants off you with my hoards of holiday snaps. This is part two (of TWO. I promise!), where we travelled from Santa Barbara up the Big Sur coastline to San Fransisco. If you’re thinking of a trip to California, this route would be top of my list. San Fransisco is beautiful. And expensive ($15 dollars for a Toblerone. Wowzers.)
Just back from my holiday in California and I’m sulking in my being-home-is-turd bubble. The bubble that just pisses everyone else off and makes you look bloody ungrateful for your holiday. Which I’m not – my trip was awesome and I’ll probably never get one like it again (waaaaaaaail). Because this holiday was one I took WITHOUT my kids. They went to my (amazing, kind and wonderful) parents, whilst me and George guiltily (guiltily until my second gin at the airport. Then WAHOOO kicked in) flew off to LA for a road trip to San Fransisco.
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!
Eden Project! I went to the EDEN PROJECT! I’ve wanted to go to here ever since it was first created. To me, this place is like Disneyland. I was almost weeing with excitement on the way there (even if that doesn’t take much these days). A place that you can’t imagine can possibly exist, let alone exist here. It honestly took my breath away and made my heart pound. Laura went there last year and I was so jealous (take a look at her pics – they’re better than mine).
These pics are from a little trip we took to Eastbourne last week to see a show with the kids. A show which started at 7pm. Which could have been VERY STUPID. But turned out to be… only a bit stupid. They go to bed at 7pm normally, so I was dreading a tiredness induced shit fit mid performance. But luckily, it went the opposite way and my youngest sat dopily on my lap the whole way through. I love Eastbourne, there’s something wonderfully nostalgic about it. Proper English Seaside, with all the cheesy chintzy stuff that goes with it.
Camber Sands is one of the most beautiful beaches I know. The last time I was there, I was on a mini-break with George. I was heavily pregnant with Lilah, and we were trying to get in just one little trip away before we lost all our evenings and sanity once more. Then I went into labour. I thought I’d just eaten too much. But no, out she popped. Fun trip!
I don’t mean to whine (although I’m told I’m good at it), but this week has been a bit of a turd. It can go away now. New week please. It started off nicely, with a princess party and a little happy-muddy walk in the woods. I only have this one photo because I managed to donk my camera and it stopped working (caused a mild panic attack, but it started up again. It was just pissed off that I donked it).
Not a day has gone by since we started this blog in 2013 when we haven’t taken a photo of something. Good or bad, our ‘big’ cameras are much like third children to us. They can be a pain and are a bit annoying to lug around but they bring us a lot of joy. It seems this love of photography has rubbed off on our Little Buttons.
On Saturday we decided to head up to Hyde Park and go to Winter Wonderland with the kids for a Christmas treat (using the word treat quite loosely here). Back in the day, before I had my little rotters, I used to go every year with my good friend Rach. We would drink copious amounts of mulled wine, giggle and stuff our faces with crepes. It was bliss. Now… it’s different. We did have a lovely time, and the kids enjoyed it. But MY GOD was it rammed. Winter Wonderland is now one huge crowd of people shuffling round trying to get to the nearest ride. I mean, it was clearly the busiest day to go and maybe we were slightly idiotic to choose the last Saturday before Christmas. But it was a bit chaotic. It’s also basically just a gigantuous fun fair, and not a lot more. So if you’re planning on going, erm, well maybe think about whether you love crowds a little before. That’s my advice!
I’ve been a bit unmotivated with my camera recently. To be honest, I’ve been feeling a bit bad about snapping a thousand photos a week and constantly having the lens in my kids face. I worry sometimes that I might be missing out on experiencing these moments by being behind my little memory box. I worry that my kids will grow up with every single second documented by photo or by film – whereas I have probably 30 photos per year of me as a kid. And just one (totally horrendous) video. Is that a bad thing? Perhaps not. But there will be no mystery for my kids. The boundaries between real memory and illusion of memory will probably get seriously blurred. So maybe I should step back a little.
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.