I want to get away…

I’ve never really thought about moving away before. I don’t know if it’s because I’m approaching 30 or because I have a family of my own now but I’m fed up of living where I do. 

It’s not a bad area don’t get me wrong but it feels more crowded than it used to; for example – I park two roads away from my daughters school and walk the rest of the way because the traffic gets so bad on the actual school road, by 8.30am I’m lucky if I can get a parking spot…if I leave the car any further away I may aswell leave it at home and we’re not really within walking distance! Also, some of the teachers at my daughters school were my teachers when I was younger. When she started the school I found that to be a comfort but the older she’s getting I realise that I don’t want her life to be repeating mine.

I find myself scrolling through pages on rightmove at lovely houses in the country – but also not too far from the sea, with lots of land that the babies and I could plant vegetables in, bury a time capsule (lulus desperate to do this) have a little local school & a village pub on the green and maybe even keep a few chickens. Who have I become?! 😱

This one caught my eye…isn’t it gorgeous?! It looks like a cottage straight out of ‘the holiday.’ 


In my early 20’s my dream house used to be London penthouses, close to all the action and imagining living out my ‘sex and the city’ SJP lifestyle. I never moved into one of those and unless I win the lottery…I’ll probably never move into my dream house either but it does go to show that your tastes change alot as you get older. 

Until then, I’ll continue my search (just incase haha!) & keep watching homes under the hammer and location location location. Have any of you ever taken the plunge and moved away from where you grew up? Did you love it? Regret it? Move back? I’d love to know! 

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The name game…

Would you be brave enough to let your child name their new brother or sister? I’m all for unusual names but when Lulu suggested we call her baby brother YouTube…I had to draw the line! 

Apparently Hillary Duff’s son wants to call his new sibling Cofant Croissant – which sounds like the name of an excellent Bond villain or an evil step mother haha. I’d love to know how their little minds work to come up with some of these ideas. 

I do know someone who let their son name his new baby brother…luckily for them he picked the name Jack.

Some families have said they at least consider the suggestions made by their older children as they want them to feel more connected and not pushed out by the impending new arrival. With many of them going on to use the suggested names as middle names. Scary spice allegedly let her daughter Phoenix name her little sister, going for something a lot less unusual than her name, Maddison. 

When I was at school, I was the only student with my name. I loved it and now my daughter is the only one at her school with her name. 

Personally I think it’s nice to be different with your name choices and pretty much anything goes nowadays…but I definitely won’t be bringing a YouTube or Cofant into the world anytime soon.

A week away to Lynton, Devon…

We left the Friday of a bank holiday weekend (big mistake) it took us about just over SIX hours to get to our destination. We arrived at our hotel – valley of rocks hotel tired, hungry and with a car full of cases and children. The first hurdle…there were no ramps or access for buggies/suitcases/wheelchairs? So after carrying up 4 cases and a baby in a buggy – I was knackered! To then be told that we had missed dinner and were offered just a ham sandwich instead, I was not happy. 


After finding a lift to take us up a few floors and navigating corridors, further random steps with a baby in a buggy, a child and two cases (my mum and sister had taken theirs) we arrived at our ‘family room.’ There was just two single beds and no cot. 

I picked up the phone to call reception to request a cot…only to find the phone in my room did not work. Leading to a trip back down the stairs with the children (minus the cases) to inquire about said cot. 

Back at the room, I was trying to settle the very tired little travellers down. The cot finally arrived and after a bit of faffing by the handyman the cot was up! It was time to make the baby a bottle and a cup of tea for a very frazzled mummy, I filled the kettle, turned on the switch and you guessed it…the kettle didn’t work. You couldn’t make it up. I couldn’t call down to reception…so I gathered up the children and went down again to request a working kettle. 

Kettle arrived. Milk was made. Tea was drunk, mummy felt defeated but nothing a good sleep wouldn’t sort out I thought. 

In the morning we went down for breakfast, ravenous from the lack of dinner the night before. The cooked breakfast was nice but I feel they would benefit from adding some pastries, fruit and yoghurt to the menu as by the end of the week – I was sick of the sight of sausages. 

Overall the hotel looks lovely from the outside, and has undergone some modernisation inside, but is tired in other areas like where one of our windows was stuffed with tissue paper instead of being repaired. I would not have classed our room as a ‘family room.’ There was only a shower, no bath so there was nowhere to wash the baby, there was no fridge, there was also no option of a zed bed…so unless your baby is of cot size you couldn’t of shared a room?! Also you could only get wifi in the main hall of the hotel – not in your rooms. In this day and age wifi should be available in your room. 

I think the hotel is mainly geared up for the older generation and I did get some frowning looks from the other guests if the baby moaned at the dinner table. If they want to become more family friendly – they would benefit from a children’s menu as my daughter rarely liked anything from the set menu and ended up eating a lot of chips (she’s not even my fussy eater!).

The hotel itself is in a lovely location and Lynton was very beautiful. A short drive away is woody bay railway & steam train which was a nice way to spend the morning. I think we got a family ticket and that cost around £18 which was worth it, as although the journey in itself is not a long one – you can go on as many times in a day as you’d like to. The staff were also very lovely and played their parts well. It was our first time on a steam train and I would reccomend it as we all enjoyed it. 

Overall we enjoyed our week away. If the hotel made a few changes I’m sure it would be lovely and I’m glad to report the drive home only took 4 hours – although we won’t be making any journeys that far again until the baby is a lot older. If you do go to Lynton and you have a baby – make sure you bring enough baby milk as the shops do not stock milk powder nearby. We loved Devon and would like to go again someday but maybe somewhere with a few more shops nearby. 

Two years ago…

Two years ago today was the last time I heard your voice before you became too medicated to speak. I told you how much I loved you and that you were my dad in my heart and always would be, how proud I was of you and that you were my idol. Even though MS had taken your body down bit by bit, your beautifully funny, sarcastic, spirited and clever mind never faltered. You ran a successful business even though you hadn’t left the house in years through being wheelchair bound, smoked like a trooper, washed down your medicine with a Jack Daniels and coke and always enjoyed life even though you were dealt some bad cards. Your laugh was infectious, your smile lit up the room. Although you could be a pain in the ass at times, like making me roll you 10,000 cigarettes a day (may be over reacting a little bit) I’d do it all over again for just one more day with you. Thank you for teaching me what a real dad should be. Thank you for being my best friend. Thank you for the true love you made my mum feel (I’ve never seen two people more made for each other than you two) and thank you just simply for coming into our lives. I love you and I miss you everyday. I may not have shared your blood but I shared your heart…and that’s more than enough for me. Two years ago I went to sleep holding your hand, you may not have woken up…but you live on everyday in my heart 💗 

Under the bonnet…

Why don’t a lot of schools do Easter parades anymore? My mum has a lovely photo of me doing mine when I was younger and I really wanted one of my daughter. We love doing anything crafty so decided to make one anyway. It was such a cheap but effective and fun way to spend the afternoon.

I picked up a plain bonnet, some chicks, some light up eggs and some brown wool all from poundland and poundworld – the chicks were reduced to 75p and poundworld had a 3 for 2 offer on their Easter craft section so that was great. 


After deciding where we wanted to place everything we attached it all mainly using the wool and even attached dangly mini eggs…incase she gets hungry obvs! Haha! But all in all it was a lovely way to spend the afternoon with her for the grand old price of about £5 and it looked really effective…even if I do say so myself. Have a lovely Easter guys x 

Where’s my keys?…

Recently I was sent a Recover-key. If you’re anything like me and always forgetting things or leaving items behind (I like to blame it on baby brain – how long can we use that excuse for?) or likewise if you let your baby play with your keys so you can shop in peace and then get to your car and realise the baby isn’t holding your keys anymore, what do you do? Obviously retracing your steps and going back into the shops you’ve just been in would be a start but with recover key…if someone finds the keys before you even realise they’re missing – everyone’s a winner! 

Recover-key is a bright yellow keyring (so it’s easier to spot) with a 24/7 telephone number,email address & It has a four digit ID number unique to you. So when ‘Mr Smith’ finds your keys he can call the telephone number & hopefully reunite you with them. 

After speaking to Mr Smith, recover key would call you and act as a middle man – arranging a suitable and safe place that you and Mr Smith could meet up to get your keys back or to tell you where Mr Smith has left them for you (in a bar or a shop). 

In theory recovery key is a great idea, but this is only if everyone plays their part – like calling the phone number as soon as they find them etc… I think when recover key is more well known people would be more likely to do this.

The company only holds your house address until it has sent out your keyring. After that it deletes it for data protection and it only stores your phone number and email address so it can contact you when your keys have been found. 

Thankfully I have not lost my keys since recieving my key ring but I do now have a bit more peace of mind that they would be returned to me than I did before. 

Recover key is great because you only pay a one off fee & there’s no subscription needed or any hidden costs…if you’re quick I think they currently have a half price deal on their website;

http://www.recover-key.co.uk/ 

So go and check it out asap! 

Minion Beanboozled challenge…

We were lucky enough to be sent some new minion beanboozled Jelly beans to try. I say lucky but some of the flavours consisted of dog food, dead fish & rotten egg to name a few. We haven’t got the actual spinner for the game so my partner and my daughter wrote down the colours on bits of paper, put them in a bowl and then whatever colour they pulled out they had to eat. 

It started off well with a few tutti-fruitti & coconut flavours being picked out, but it wasn’t long before mouldy cheese and barf hit the palette making eveyone gag! Haha! 

It was like watching a bush tucker trial…yes I admit it…I didn’t play. You need a strong stomach for it. 

Lulu picked her paper out the bowl…it said green. She popped a green jelly bean in her mouth then promptly ran off to the bathroom, my partner then picked green aswell and after the first bite his face turned the same colour. He also ran off to the bathroom – it seems minion fart was this houses breaking point 😷 great game and great fun just stay away from the green ones! 

📽 watch it here; https://youtu.be/1FPzlG9oTAU

All I ever wanted…

Have you seen the gorgeous Melimelo bags? There’s one that resonated with me so much. The slogan on it was ‘All I ever wanted was everything’ and I am so guilty of this. But what do you class as everything? Is anyone ever truly happy and satisfied with what they have? It’s human nature – we always want more.

When I was younger I used to think when I have the perfect house, car, clothes,figure and designer handbags coming out of my ears…that’s when i’ll have ‘made it.’ Approaching 30, renting, covering my lumps and bumps in primark leggings and barely being able to afford a gingerbread house – let alone the dream house on rightmove, I see now that that, in fact was not ‘everything.’

Seeing people I love, fighting just to stay alive, to have one more sniff of a loved ones head. To get oxygen into their lungs. To hear I love you one more time. You realise that however lovely it would be to have the materialistic items – none of it means anything really. You wont want to hug your designer shoes when the end comes, you wont be flicking through photo albums of your top spec cars, reminiscing about how much money you’ve spent over the years. It will be the people that you shared your life with, the ones you gave life too and the friends along the way…that’s who you’ll want there, that is what matters. Money may be able to buy you a certain amount of happiness but it cant buy you life.

I am very lucky to have been able to of had two beautiful children that I love with every atom of my being, I have a wonderful partner, mother, siblings and friends. My children have their health and I have mine to be able to look after them and watch them grow – and that, to me…is in fact – MY EVERYTHING.

Christmas past…

I miss the Christmas of the past. Selection boxes were a proper present and the only thing I wanted most in the whole world was a Furby (which I got). You’d have family members coming out of your ear holes there were so many. I remember sitting round that table looking up in awe of everyone being together, merry, full of love – or baileys (or both). 

Year after year of grandads war stories & him falling asleep after dinner clutching my new teddy, uncle stu telling us funny anecdotes or stories about who he was dating at the time, my lovely step dad laughing and drinking a JD and coke, mum and nan pottering around in the kitchen and dancing, my little brother playing with his toys and when she finally came into the world (when I was 16) my little sister being handed around the table like pass the parcel. 

Those days were my happy place. The thing I looked forward to every year. Fast forward the last 10 years and we’ve lost a lot. Grandad went first, followed by nan a year later. Mum and her brother subsequently had a falling out, each year our table decreasing by one. For a few years it was just us; Mum, Mark (my step dad) me, Little bro and sis and that was fine. Then my daughter came along 6 years ago, a brand new addition and another (high) chair around the table. 

Two years ago we were dealt the biggest blow yet. My stepdad Mark passed away after a long battle with MS. He was 52. The following Christmas was the hardest. I lost my Christmas spirit and I don’t think I’ve fully regained it yet. I know I’m lucky to still have my mum, brother, sister, daughter and now my partner and baby boy at the table, but I can’t help but feel a pang of sadness because the ones we’ve lost aren’t there. 

Christmas is not the same. It never will be, but now I get to see it through my beautiful babies eyes. Their nans, grandads, aunties, uncles, sisters, brothers, mums and dads. They’ll have those moments, hear those stories and I hope they cherish them because one day those people won’t be at the table, but your memories will stay with you always. Take lots of pictures, listen to every story, laugh and tell them you love them. Merry Christmas everyone x 


My brother and I in the 90’s 😱😂