It’s straight back into party planning mode after a fab mini break in Berlin – which deserves a blog post in its own right with its amazing open air museums, fantastic food and interesting boutique-lined villagey areas. This one will be a low key party – as I keep telling myself and as I’ve written about before – but there are going to be Continue reading
I hope you had a lovely Christmas. We did – filled with family, an abundance of food and presents (lucky us) and lots of fun. We managed to see both sets of grandparents, all the aunties, the uncle and Scrip’s baby cousin, who was a particular hit with our little one. Cue lots Continue reading
A big part of my life with Scrip has been capturing moments – as I wrote about earlier this year. I use Instagram, Twitter and Facebook (which isn’t connected to this) as well as blogging. I love writing, but visuals are so powerful and the time goes so quickly – so hardly a day goes by where I don’t take a Continue reading
Last weekend we saw cousins, second cousins and good friends in Bath. It was so nice to head west to the fresh air, green fields and honey coloured buildings for a couple of days. We even had a Continue reading
We’re so lucky my parents live in Cornwall – we can enjoy the best summer holiday England offers or can jump in the car and escape for a long weekend when we feel like it (we do this in our minds – in practice we plan and pack for days before).
The main downside is not having them close by to pop in for coffee and a play or a bedtime story with Scrip. But that does mean when they Continue reading
As a long-term veggie, I haven’t been asked to try – let alone cook – a traditional roast dinner for a very long time. But being an equal opportunities household, made up of two parents of similar cooking ability (although I wouldn’t always tell my husband that), when I was approached by Tesco to cook and write about the Sunday favourite, I said that between us, we’d rise to the challenge. (I have no problem with my husband or daughter eating meat, as long as he preps it.)
We’re just back from a week near Limoges in France – freshly bronzed (those of us who weren’t plastered in factor 50) and so relaxed that we feel even more tired than when we went away. We had a lovely week and we’ve come back wiser (on at least five things):
1. Swimming pool alarms are no substitute for a gate. Apparently, it’s the law in France to have either an alarm on your pool or a gate around the outside – ours had an alarm. It was fiddly and temperamental – we forgot about it on one occasion and my husband was half way through a length when it sudden went off. We watched Scrip at all times and introduced the ‘holding hands near the pool rule’ (rather unpopular) but I’d have felt a lot happier if there was a gate instead.
2. Saying ‘thank you’ works. Those repetitions have finally paid off – Scrip can now say thank you (in her own rather appealing way) and seems to understand what it means. Unfortunately, she also thinks if she points at Continue reading
If having a baby brings you closer to your partner (which I’d say it has done overall, but maybe not during the third wake up call of the night, with Calpol all over your carpet and a screaming baby in your arms), it also brings you closer to his family.
I know this is a difficult terrain to navigate, but although I’ve always got on with my in-laws, I’ve also always had a very clear line dividing my family and my husband’s. Which I’m sure is normal. I’m a version of myself with them – I wouldn’t be as honest or free with my opinions as I would be with close friends and the family that’s surrounded me my whole life. They’re quite different and I’m aware of the differences.
But having a baby has changed that. It’s made me relax a bit and appreciate them more. I’ve needed them more than I have before – they’re closer in distance than my own parents, and being retired, they were able to dedicate quite of bit of time to helping us in the early weeks, and looking after Scrip for us nowadays.
They really were particularly helpful when we were acclimatising to being new parents. For the first time I couldn’t move the pile of washing or polish the bathroom taps before they arrived – I didn’t have the energy or the focus during the hazy early days. And I couldn’t even refuse when they offered to cook or tidy the kitchen – in fact, I was grateful.