I seriously need to unsubscribe to emails from Kate Spade.
All my money apparently goes to keeping my kid in Clarks at freaking £30 a pair. Beautiful and overpriced purses? That was a long time ago, my friends.
Today G and I took the kids to a used book fair. While there we found a 500 piece jigsaw and decided that we both quite fancied it. So we get home, put the babies to bed, enthusiasticaly pull out the puzzle, spend 30 minutes sorting out the edge pieces, another 10 minutes starting to put the thing together. Then we decide it's too hard, pack it away, and spend the evening drinking wine.
When Iwan was first born, I remember thinking that I'd be happy to just have a house full of boys. I loved experiencing the growth of my relationship with my new baby son. Having taught middle school, my heart quaked at the thought of ever having a 13 year old girl of my very own.
But then I had Elle, and in the 125 days since she was born, she has dashed these fears. I love having a daughter, and more specifically, I love having Elle as my daughter. She is so sweet and sunny, and has the most amazing capacity for joy, and for bringing joy to those around her.
As much as I love watching my children interact, I cherish the times I get to spend one on one with my little girl. Iwan had me to himself for a long time, so I sometimes worry that Elle is getting short changed.
But yesterday afternoon we did get some of that rare time together. After taking care of a few chores, we snuggled on the sofa, read books, sang songs, and watched a little Gone With the Wind - an especially "OMG I have a daughter" moment. It was a perfect afternoon, and I hope it's something we'll both always make time for. I am so blessed to be able to spend time on earth with this little girl, and I am so excited for the wonderful crazy ride of raising a girl.
I totally meant for this to be my NaBloPoMo post for yesterday, but I scheduled it to post incorrectly- boo. So you'll get two posts today. That still kind of counts, right?
Anyway, here's my latest piece for Emma's Diary. Enjoy!
Emma's Diary: Just call us the Disgustingtons...
They say you can't pick your family, so with that in mind we totally lucked out. Iwan is over the moon about his cousins moving to the neighborhood- and G and I think it's pretty awesomesauce too. I grew up adoring my cousins, but with most of them living 5 hours away, I was often left longing for more cousin goodness in my life.
And so watching the boys together today made me feel all soft and nougaty inside. How could I not? Especially when they do things like this:
Since my husband is a teacher, I sort of live for school holidays. I mean, who doesn't love extra quality family time (and by 'family time' I mean the hubster watching the kids in the morning so I can take a shower for longer than 5 minutes, and put on make up in the bathroom rather than squinting at my reflection in the toaster).
But, I'm excited for reals, you guys. We're heading off to Cardiff for the week, and spending some time in our old stomping grounds. As much as I love living up North, I do miss Cardiff insanely a lot. My to-do list is much too long (is it bad that 90% of the things on the list have either to do with eating food at certain places or drinking alcohol at certain other places?) but I'm hoping we can get around to all of the places we love and hug all of the people we love.
If I've managed to survive the 4 hour car journey with the babies, you can expect updates throughout the week.
Although the weather app on my phone told me that the weekend was going to be a washout, it actually turned out to be lovely. Blue skies, blossoming chrysanthemums, and crisp autumn air.
When the weather is quintessential to the season like this, I always feel obliged to do something seasonal. So today we went apple picking in my father-in-law's allotment.
We picked our apples and loaded up on lots of fresh autumn veg. Iwan took a bite out of a raw potato. Elle sucked on her coat collar and took it all in.
It was just one of those colorful, bright, days where nothing much happens, but the kids come home muddy and tired. We didn't finish much on our weekend to-do list, but I know we'll sleep well tonight.
The weekend went by too fast, but these smiles will tide me over until the next one rolls around.