Back when our love was new you wrote me a letter. You were upset with something I’d done and found it easier to write your feelings down. I wrote back to you and so it began; for the next five years we wrote letters to each other; during spells when we saw each other every day and during the three years we were both at university.
When I read these letters it reminds me of who we were then, just two teenagers hopelessly in love, it was so easy to express our love. The things that upset us make me laugh now, some things I can’t even remember and just a few that have a slightly deeper hold. It’s all documented; our budding relationship through such innocent writing. It isn’t poetic and it would never set the world alight but it us us. It’s the start of our journey. When you’ve grown up together it’s hard to remember how far your come, you just are! Along the way we’ve changed but we’ve changed each other, taken paths that maybe we wouldn’t have taken without each other and survived things that maybe we couldn’t have faced alone.
The letters remind me of a shy sixteen year old girl and an even shyer eighteen year old boy struggling to tell each other their feelings so they write it all down. Some of it makes me cringe, well a lot of it actually. Some parts make me cry and feel ashamed of the hurt both of us could cause and how deeply it was felt then. Most of it makes me smile and laugh as I see the world through our young eyes; we were so carefree really but could make a drama out of the smallest of things. Mostly they make me love you even more…maybe I don’t write out song lyrics anymore, instead it is a quick ‘I love you’ before you leave for work and last thing at night. Instead of so many passionate and heartfelt words to show our love we have the life we’ve built around each other, a happy home and three of the most beautiful boys I could ever have hoped for.
When I met you we really didn’t know were life would take us. we always wrote how we would be together forever, get married and have children. We were so young but I remember truly believing we were meant to be, that something was just different with us. After all these years I am writing you one more love letter; for the man I love, always. Happy Anniversary.
I love being a Mummy to twins, it is without a doubt the most tiring thing I have ever done but having two babies growing up together is incredible. I find it hard to put into words just how special it is, the feeling I get from seeing them together is indescribable. Every stage has brought sometime different, new challenges and new joys. Some times I feel like things are getting easier and lots of things are…then they started crawling. They had both been up on hands and knees for a while rocking around and commando crawling. Arthur started his true crawling movements first and Brandon followed on just a few days later. They are never far behind each other with reaching milestones. Once they had learnt to crawl they obviously decided it was about time they learnt to sit up by themselves, they had been very relaxed about the whole thing up until then. I had no idea they were anywhere near doing it until I went in to get Arthur from his nap and he was sat up in his cot grinning at me, then he started to reach out for the bars and pull himself up. Not to be outdone Brandon started doing exactly the same just a few days later.
It’s been about four weeks since they’ve been crawling I can honestly say my level of exhaustion is reaching the same as the new born baby days. It’s not that I’m particularly sleepy but I spend a good amount of my day chasing them round the house, telling them not to touch the oven/router/radiator, not the eat a bit of fluff they have discovered on the floor, not to the throw the books of the bookshelf. I can’t take my eyes off them, even when I think they are relatively safe in their high chairs they find things to reach and grab for.
Honestly, I have never known children so into EVERYTHING. I don’t know whether they are particularity inquisitive or if it is more the fact that there are two of them that I really do need eyes in the back of my head. Lucas was pretty moochy at this age but he has always been really into his toys and will sit and play for so long. Arthur and Brandon while liking toys seem to only give them limited attention before dashing off to find something they shouldn’t have. Non-baby items seem to be like beacons to them and if one finds one the other rushes around to join in the fun. As soon as the bathroom door opens they both make a bee line for it so while I am trying to sort Lucas out they are pulling shoes off the rack and grasping at the toilet roll.
And still I can’t help but chuckle at them, even when they are driving me demented! They are so cute, so full of smiles and they certainly know how to turn on the charm. I must laugh in exasperation at least ten times a day and I get a little dimpled baby grin back. How can I resist their little twinny charms?
You can tell from these photos that they are virtually impossible to catch sitting still so I have to apologise for the quality but I couldn’t help but share their adventurous ways.
I love this time of year, when you can feel the seasons changing and see the different colours all around. I love digging out all my woollies and wellies and getting wrapped up to go out in the cold weather. For some reason this season always brings back childhood memories, I remember crunching through the leaves and collecting conkers, picking up pine cones and puddle jumping. This year I really wanted to start a new tradition for Autumn; pumpkin picking. We don’t do anything wildly exciting for Halloween but we always carve pumpkins so surely we should have a go at picking our own.
There are a few farms near us opening their pumpkin patch to the public but we opted for Poplar Farm near Ormskirk. This is such a great little site but it was very busy so be aware you may have to wait for a wheelbarrow. We donned our wellies, picked up a very pretty pink wheelbarrow and set off in search of the perfect pumpkin.
It was quite an overcast day but I liked that, it all added to the atmosphere. It was fantastic to look out over the fields and spot the orange dots. My husband set off in search of the perfect patch for us and he was eagerly darting amongst the pumpkins, only the very best would do! He may have been the most excited out of all of us. Lucas loved it and Arthur and Brandon sat quite happily in the wheelbarrow as if it was the most fun they had ever had.
We were there longer than I thought we would be and it was such a fun afternoon. I would really recommend that you hunt out your own local pumpkin picking site; Lucas was so excited that he could pick his own and we would be taking it home with us. It also gave me a chance to trap the munchkins in a wheelbarrow so I could get a photograph of all three of them, it didn’t mean they would stay still but they had a great time! Brandon kept throwing his hands in the air like he was on some sort of rollercoaster and I’m sure they would have sat in there all afternoon giggling at each other.
On the way home with three sleeping boys I just kept saying how much I had enjoyed it, not only the pumpkin patch, which was fantastic but it was just so lovely to get out as a family. It is getting easier now the twins are older and we can start to really enjoy our time outdoors (with Nanny for reinforcements!) I feel like we’ve started a little family tradition that the boys will look forward to every year and hopefully they’ll remember it fondly when they are all grown up. I now have four very large pumpkins sitting in my kitchen but the memories we made from picking them are really rather special.
It always seems to be Lucas featuring in my Living Arrows posts but as difficult as it is to catch a photograph of him it is virtually impossible with the twins. Even if I manage to spot them being relatively still if they spot me and the camera they are on the move; I have so many photos of them that are blurry or they have their eyes shut. They are always exploring whereas Lucas will have moments of calm, like this one here. Since he was small if something scary was on the television he would hide behind the sofa. Now he is a little taller so it isn’t so much hiding as he can see right over the sofa but he will still go and stand behind it at the scary parts (such as the horrible next door neighbour in Toy Story). He is so engrossed in whatever he is watching but all of a sudden he will hop off the chair and scoot round the back of the sofa to a safer viewing position. I love these little quirks in his character, little things that make him Lucas.
This weekend we walked up to a spot where I remember taking Lucas on our first Autumn in this house, he played in the leaves for so long that day. Sadly the grass had just been cut so the leaves were a little sparse. Instead he started a game of hide and seek which was mostly a game of running round the trees. He would lean against the tree with his eyes closed and count to three (definitely not giving us enough time to run away!) then peek round and chase us usually telling us which way we should be running. I had Brandon in the Ergo and he thought it was the funniest thing when we turned round and chased back after Lucas. I missed the blanket of Autumn leaves but still a lovely spot to play.
I’ve always loved weekends; the chance to spend time together as a family and relax the routine a little. Now Lucas has started pre-school the weekends seem extra special. We have two whole precious days together as a family. Sometimes we are busy, there are things to be done but other times things just fall into place and we have the perfect family weekend. Nowhere to be, no work to be done, no rushing through lunch so we can get to school on time. Instead we can stay in pyjamas as long as we like, go for a walk and play hide and seek behind the trees, make a mess playing with toys just because we can. I love that we don’t have to be anywhere at a certain time.
I don’t think I fully appreciated it until my days have been interrupted with the school run, it takes over my entire day and means that we get very little else done. We have to have lunch early so I have time to get them all out and walk to the school, when I get back home I have some lunch and then it doesn’t seem long till we are going out again to pick Lucas up. Then we are getting ready for tea and bedtime and Lucas has been so tired he often is nodding off on the sofa. He needs chance to recharge after his busy week, as much as he loves it he is tired come Friday. Arthur & Brandon are getting used to being bundled in the pushchair but it’s nice to have a day where we can take our time. If we want to go out we can and we can do it when we’re all ready.
I love that the lazy weekends give the boys chance to spend so much more time with Daddy, they all go to him when he gets in from work. They all seem to benefit from the slow days and the extra time they can all spend together. This has been the first weekend in a long while were I feel like we have all managed to wind down and take a breath; it improves everyone’s moods and energises us for the week ahead. Isn’t it funny how some days you seem to get on top of each other a little bit then others you feel you couldn’t be any happier than just being in each others company? It’s nice to remember those days were nothing special happens but just being together is enough.
For three whole weeks now Lucas has been at pre-school, every afternoon we make the walk down to the school and he happily runs into the classroom without a backwards glance. It could have gone either way and I’m so glad that he goes in without a care in the world. I am also glad that when he see’s me at the door ready to pick him up he shouts ‘Mummy’ and runs towards me with a big grin on his face, it’s nice to know he misses me as much as I miss him.
As we wait outside to go in now the parents and children are starting to recognise each other. The children no longer wait nervously, holding on to whoever has brought them in. They run around and laugh with each other, the little girls hug and chatter, Lucas runs off to find puddles and mud. I love to see him enjoying it, it’s such a big adjustment and he is so tired after his days in but I can already see how much he has come on. He doesn’t tell me much about his days; I usually hear what snack he has had and which story they have read. On very rare occasions we will get one of his creations to bring home, I gather he isn’t too keen on sitting and drawing. Some of them come out with something new every day; Lucas comes out and tells me he’s played with trains. I’m looking forward to out first parents evening so I can hear what he is like in the class, no doubt completely different to how he is at home!
Each day when I get his uniform ready he asks me ‘going school?’ and points out his school badge on his shirt. Somehow we have made it through the first few weeks without any illness. Part of that I’m sure is our bracing walk to and from school but we’ve also been trying out Dettol Anti-bacterial Laundry Cleanserwhen washing his uniform. We are all encouraged now to wash our laundry at lower temperatures, which I regularly do but including a disinfectant will ensure that bacteria is kept at bay and hopefully reduce the dreaded school infections. So far so good for us and the cleanser has been kind to my boys sensitive skin too which is a bonus. This has become part of our washing routine now, great for school uniform and all the other mess my children get into.
This has been the start of a whole new chapter in his life and from now on school, teachers, friends will all be part of his world outside our little family. It’s a little scary to let go and watch them become part of something new but all worth it when I can see how much he loves it; that little bit of independence has been so good for him. However, I still look forward to picking him up every day and having him home again.
Disclaimer – We were sent the Dettol Anti-bacterial Laundry Cleanser for review, all opinions are my own.
You can see my first, A Little Bit Lately post here to find out more about it. These have been inspired by Sometimes Sweet’s Currently posts so check her out if you like it! Also please stop by But Why Mummy Why who has a wonderful ‘Love The Little Things’ linky.
I am currently reading a whole lot of nothing! I just can’t seem to get into the swing of it at the moment, there is nothing that I’m particularly desperate to read and when I do try sit down it never holds my attention. I feel like I need a really good book to get back into reading regularly, all recommendations welcome!
A lot of television, I love Autumn TV! There is something nice about cosying up on the sofa in the darker evenings, you can light candles put the fairy lights on and just relax. I love all the shows that start this time of year; Great British Bake Off, Strictly Come Dancing, Downton Abbey…I can just switch off and watch them which is perfect and my husband secretly loves them too I’m sure. We supplement the mindless TV with Netflix, we MUST finish Breaking Bad this month and I really want to start American Horror Story; I’ve heard good things!
We went to see Frank Turner last month which was so good. We used to go to see live music all the time but now it is a rare treat so I always say ‘that was my favourite gig’ when we come out but really I’ve just forgotten a lot of who we’ve seen! We’ve seen him a couple of times before but I really liked this gig because it was in a small venue and the crowd was amazing. Such a great night. Also loving listening to Royal Blood so much so that I bought an actual, real CD, I still like having the disc rather than just a download.
Every year is the same, I just love Autumn. It is without a doubt my most favourite time of year and I really like October. Me and my husband had our first date in October, many, many years ago and we got married on that same day four years ago. We had the most amazing crisp day even though it was the end of October and this time of year always reminds me of that. Even when the weather is bad I love staying in with hot chocolates and pyjamas on, it’s a great excuse to do nothing for the day. Not quite as relaxing with three little ones whizzing around but they’ll soon get the hang of it…I hope.
How fast this year has gone. I can’t believe I am already planning Christmas get togethers and present shopping. Every year the ladies in my family meet up for a meal and a few drinks for Christmas, so we’ve just booked in a date for that. Last year we did it early in November (when I could still get about as I was heavily pregnant with the twins). This year I will enjoy a good catch up and a few glasses of wine! It seems to strange to think at this time last year I was pregnant, in fact we were even preparing baby bits as they always thought I would go into labour early. In some ways I remember it like it was yesterday; I remember the feeling of being pregnant, the endless hospital appointments, the kicks in the night. In other ways it feels like a lifetime ago and I look at our very mobile twins in amazement at how much has changed over this last year. I am also incredibly excited about Christmas, every January I am so ready for it to be over but still this time every year I can’t help but look forward to it. I am lingering over Christmas decorations in the shops and picking up gift guides, trying to keep calm at least until next month.
A few of my Instagram snaps from this month.
What does your breakfast say about you? Are you a person who loves to have the same breakfast everyday or do you mix it up, how do you like your toast and what is your favourite topping? The people at Roberts Bakery and Duerr’s Jam and Marmalades have got to thinking that maybe what we have for breakfast says more about us than we might think. The things that you do everyday for breakfast even down to the thickness of your toast could have some deeper meaning that you have never considered. Luckily they have commissioned top scientific boffins to create a fun quiz to unlock your breakfast personality, and it will even identify your compatibility with the person you’re waking up to.
Personally I try and have my toast at the weekend, as a treat, or sometimes I’ll have a slice for supper nice and warm with sweet jam. Me and my husband could not be more different with our breakfast choices, I love my toast warm but only just toasted and I’ll have almost anything on it, jam, chocolate spread, marmalade but not peanut butter! He has his very well done, leaves it to cold and slathers on butter and peanut butter. He has taught me some of the finer points of toast making though, such as never use the same knife for different toppings. Nobody wants crumbs in the jam! I can say we haven’t gone quite so far as to buy a jam spoon though. I took the test and found out I am ‘On Trend’ with my toast habits, now let me tell you I don’t think I have ever been on trend for anything so this was a nice surprise. According to the quiz my husband would have to be ‘Angelic’ for us to be compatible and I’ll believe that when I see it!
Senior Psychology Lecturer at the University of Central Lancashire, Dr Sandi Mann led the project, analysing possible subconscious motives that prompt even the simplest of choices.
Dr Sandi Mann said: “How we eat our toast and marmalade might seem intuitive but the fact is, we each individually make a series of choices at breakfast – based on learnt preferences, innate behaviour and conditioned learning – which could underscore the personality type of last night’s bed fellow.”
So the question is are your breakfasts compatible, could this be the key to unlocking your happy every after? You’ll have to take the test to find out! Visit http://www.
Our walk to school is lovely (on a nice day) and we get to go past a Fire Station, fishing pond and right before we get to the school some lovely old trees. This is a great spot for conker picking and everyday Lucas has to stop and see what he can find, our little conker stash has been pretty good this year thanks to this lovely horse chestnut tree. I love to watch him searching for them and he loves it if we can find one still in it’s shell. It’s nice to think that every Autumn will be the same and we’ll be able to raid this tree every year. At the end of the school day you can hardly move for children here but when we go in at lunchtime we get it all to ourselves so we get to pick the very best conkers.