I’ve been feeling restless recently. There’s lots of things that have been niggling at me and just don’t feel right. I don’t know if it’s just me that feels like this sometimes, but I just find myself wanting to pause the never ending conveyor belt of life for a few days. I feel like I need some breathing space. I feel like as a family, we need some time to just be together, away from the stresses of normal life. So on Monday, I told Carl to book next week off work and I’m trying my hardest to sort out a little holiday for us. We won’t be going abroad, the kids don’t have passports for a start, plus I need to build up slowly to a flight with 3 children in tow. I don’t know exactly where we are going yet or for how long. In fact we haven’t booked anything yet. I have a few ideas in the pipeline but nothing confirmed at the moment. But whether we are in a full board hotel for the week, or in a seaside B&B for a couple of nights, or even in a drafty static caravan on a holiday park, it…

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Ok so I’m just going to come clean about this straight away. I forgot about doing a siblings post this month. I know, I’m a bad blogger! I’ll put next month’s on the calendar now. So anywho,  that’s how we’ve ended up with these not so brilliant photos of the gang cuddled up on the sofa with messy hair because I literally just said ‘quick I need to take a photo of the three of you’ dumped Ernie in the middle of the girls and snapped a few pictures. I probably should have had a look at what I’d got before I put the camera away…. But a really sweet sibling moment did happen today when I was in the kitchen and Ernie started crying in the front room. I came back in to find Greta had taken his nappy off because it had a little poo in it. She’s always doing slightly crazy, completely unexpected and extremely sweet things like that. Well, when she’s not peeing on the floor and shouting ‘ONE MORE PEPPA PIG!!’. The one thing I’ve noticed this month is quite how much Greta idolises her big sister. Even when Mabel isn’t here she talks about her constantly…

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I’m one of those people who loves messy play, always have been. It goes back to working in a nursery and seeing how much the children got out of it (and how it kept them entertained for so long!). From a nursery nurse point of view, even the most basic messy play activity covers pretty much every area of learning and is a great way of finding out what a child can do. Learning through play is something I’m really passionate about. I’ve always done messy play at home and I’ve always encouraged creativity and self-led discovery with the children.   It does mean that I now have children who think nothing of grabbing a bag of flour out of the cupboard to make ‘snow’ on the floor so that they can make snow angels (yes that happened…. More than once). But I love their enthusiasm to explore the world around them and make discoveries. Honestly I could go on and on about the benefits of messy play for children, but I wont. Now, I know not everyone is quite as enthusiastic as me at the thought of getting the paint out for a toddler. And I must admit, the…

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This morning I had to take Ernie for his second set of immunisations, so we were a bit later than normal to do our Toddler Tuesday activity today, so I appologise for the late post. Today I decided to boil up some pasta with some food colouring. I tried the normal liquid one but it didn’t colour the pasta at all so I put some of the gel colouring in that I use for cakes and icing and it made it a lovely bright blue colour. You can buy it from hobby craft or eBay, just search for gel food colouring (I have a rainbow set). You only need a tiny bit so my set has lasted me for ages. I also gave Greta some uncooked macaroni. She went straight to the cupboard when she saw me get the black tray out and started pulling out baking trays and things so I let her chose her own pots and spoons and she arranged them on the tray very nicely, ready to start playing. She showed some really good fine motor skills, scooping up the dry macaroni with a spoon and tipping it into her cake tray. One piece in each hole. Picking up…

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Today is the one month anniversary of that big scary moment of pressing publish on my first ever post. Since that first post, I have done it another 24 times. 25 posts in my first month. It feels like a lot. So I’ve been reflecting today on what I’ve got out of blogging in my first month and what I’ve learnt, about blogging but mainly about myself. Turns out I’ve learnt quite a lot…. Blogging is addictive (or maybe I’ve just got an addictive personality) I’ve always been the sort of person that if I’m doing something, I’m going all in. I can’t just dabble, I have to do it properly or not at all. When I first started my blog, I actually thought I’d just post once a week. Once a week! Can you imagine? It didn’t take long to get to the point where I post most days. Well I say most days, I haven’t missed a day in a while, and the thought of it makes me feel a bit ill. Blogging is free therapy This is one of the best bits. See something in the news that annoys you? Blog about it. Have a rubbish day…

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‘You are the bows from which your children as living arrows, are sent forth’ Kahlil Gibran The Living Arrows photo project is about celebrating childhood by capturing it in a photograph once a week. I will be joining in with a photo each of Mabel, Greta and Ernie, hopefully using it as a way to improve my photography skills, as well as creating a lovely collection of photos for us to look back on at the end of the year. This week our Living Arrows photos are from a quick trip to the beach on Friday afternoon because THE SUN CAME OUT!! And it made me happy. We had to wear coats, don’t get me wrong, it’s still March. But the sunshine did start to get me a bit excited for summer and all the adventures we can have when it warms up a bit. We almost didn’t get there at all, it took us an hour to get ready to go out because the girls weren’t listening to a word we said (reoccurring theme!). But I’m glad we persevered because we had the best time. I think we had all started to get cabin fever after being housebound by coughs…

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As parents to three children, coffee is a big part of our lives. It’s kind of like the third person in our relationship. The one that says ‘it’s ok, stop looking at him like you want to impail him on a sharp stick, he only asked if you slept ok, he means well’……… It’s safe to say we owe a lot to our coffee machine. I’m actually more of a tea drinker. But for a special weekend treat, and those mornings when tea just isn’t doing it, you can’t beat a good old frothy coffee. One day Carl had the idea to make the girls a little cup of frothy milk when we had our coffee. He put a tiny bit of caramel syrup in it and of course, they were huge fans. Greta loves to help make it, I think she enjoys the process of making it as much as actually drinking it. Especially the big fluffy clouds of steam that rise up. ‘Ooh clouds Daddy look!’. It’s become one of their things (they have quite a few ‘things’ she’s definitely a Daddy’s girl). Carl keeps trying to show me how to make them but I still don’t know.…

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Mabel has been a bit poorly this week. She was ok on Monday, so we went to ballet as usual. But by the time she got up on Tuesday morning she obviously wasn’t right, so she had a day off of pre-school.   On Thursday she woke up full of beans so we let her go in, but by lunchtime they were ringing me to say she wasn’t herself and had been crying for me. Is there anything more heartbreaking than the idea of your child crying for you when you’re not there?   As soon as I got the phone call I made a dash for preschool, luckily it’s only up the road. Greta was still in her PJs so I just threw a coat on over the top and chucked her in the buggy and we went as we were. Anyone would think she’d had some kind of major accident the way I darted up the road. I’m sure the neighbours just thought ‘there goes that crazy lady with her rainbow buggy and a baby strapped to her chest again. Why is she looking so panicked today?’.   I felt so guilty that when I got her home…

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