Candelabra

I definitely need this candle holder… 

We were visiting friends in Brighton today. Three of us have had birthdays recently, so the Girl worked her bakery magic.

Those Curls

Fortunately, no black eye, but just look at those curls! 

Youch

We’ve had a day of bumps and bruises. 

It’s been a while, so I guess we were due. 

The Boy bumped his head, near his eye. Possible photos tomorrow depending on how dramatic it looks. 

The Girl did a fabulous number on her big toe. She managed to split it open on a metal floor divider. No explicit photos of the toe in question, but we definitely need a better stocked first aid kit… 

Octo-Girl

Close

She is running out of small places to play. Shame, she does like them… 

Cake

The Girl is turning into a cracking baker, which makes for lovely birthdays. 

She was quite horrified when I pretended to eat the whole thing, but like mother like daughter, made sure she got the snap before expressing her distaste. 

Homework

Both of them were studying hard in the garden this afternoon. 

Back

For a while, anyway. I miss this space when I’m not here. 

The girl, here prettifying her new bicycle. 

A Long Gap

Crumbs.  Nearly a month since my last post is an empty stretch, even by my recent standards…

This hasn’t even got a picture attached to it I’m afraid.

In fact, it’s a bit of a vanity post.  

I am currently studying a Literacy Module and today we had to spend twenty minutes writing on the subject of “childhood”.

This is what I wrote.  It is far from a polished piece, but I rather like it.

Dear Younger Self,

I am writing today to let you know that all this will pass.

I know you feel small now.  The world around you seems made for grown ups, with their long legs and heads so high up in the sky.

It will only be a short while before you can sit in that chair and touch the floor with the tips of your toes; from there you will barely notice the time pass until your feet are fully flat, and that chair will feel a safe place to play from, work on, or rest in.

Right now, you are always a run, a skip or a hop behind your grown up, feeling the pull on your arm as they tell you “hurry up” or “don’t dawdle”.  Don’t worry, soon you will be able to look at all the tiny flowers, exciting dogs, intriguing cracks in the pavement, while your ever lengthening legs begin to catch up with those ever rushing adults.

And the sleeves on your hand-me-down jumper?  You won’t always be in trouble for letting them dangle in the lunch you’re eating, the painting you’re doing, the mud you’re having so much fun playing in.

Soon you will feel that you fit the world, and it fits you.  You will be able to get down that book you want to read, reach that toy at the very back of the cupboard, sneak that biscuit from the tin on the worktop.

Yes, this will soon pass.

Now that you know that, enjoy your time.  The joy of legs dangling from the chair; the fun of running, hopping and skipping everywhere; the warmth in your hands, hidden in those sleeves even on the coldest of days; and the delicious fear of stretching on tiptoes for the forbidden items, hidden out of your reach.

So yes, enjoy this time, for all too soon this will pass.

Love,

Your Older Self

Guest Photographer 

We’re away at the moment (you might have noticed). 

Angelfeet and her family are looking after The Cat. 

Mr Angelfeet took a fabulous picture of Cat, and then did some online jiggery-pokery with it. I absolutely love the end result.