Thursday, 31 May 2012

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Tuesday, 29 May 2012


All hail the playpen - you have given me back my make a coffee!
and most important?
you're safe
and George loves you!

Monday, 28 May 2012



Wonderful prezzie from Auntie

Sunday, 27 May 2012

Super Sunday

With Daddy...

Today we booked a Christening, we met some nice people, we got involved. It was good.

Saturday, 26 May 2012

Sunshine Saturday

Out in the scorchio heat...

He looks like he's doing a ''Friends, Romans, Countrymen'' here...

 Todmorden carnival...

 Soft cheese....slurp! 

Friday, 25 May 2012

Chippy tea

It's Friday night, I'm within me rights, I want a chippy tea...

Bottles and Bed

Nevermind all these expensive teething rings...

New sleeping position...hmmm

Thursday, 24 May 2012


Well after a woeful Wednesday George has cut his first tooth, he's still very much NOT himself and very very very tearful, grizzly, refusing food and sleep and generally struggling, which plus the sudden heatwave has been a very very difficult time not just for him but also for me and I am rather ashamed to say I have been at the end of my rope several times over the last few days. Motherhood is hard, but at times like these it's incredibly difficult. Jon has been, is being, amazing. Thank you my dearest husband. I love you so much.

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Monday, 21 May 2012

Chelsea and things

Yet again I wish I were at Chelsea...and yet again I say *next year*...

Loving the gold winning garden's by Joe Swift...  


and Cleve West...

and especially Diarmuid Gavin's "The Westland Magical Garden'" - the poor sausage got a silver gilt AGAIN...will RHS ever give this man a gold??

and meantime I had counselling and Jon had George and then I got some gram flour at the corner shop and made Socca.

Sunday, 20 May 2012


George woke early this morning but went back to sleep again giving us a little lie in, We had croissants and coffee for breakfast and George had some toasted muffin and pear. Afterwards we looked at things to do and see in the Wye Valley and Forest of Dean and then we put in the lamb
We had a some playtime with George and then Jon tried and failed to fix the loo because B+Q didn't have the right part. Me and George napped and then around six we served up the scrumptious tea, the lamb looked glorious adorned with mint and pomegranate and just fell apart after it's five hours of l o n g  languid cooking, we had this with new potatoes, green beans and a green leafy salad. George had some green beans, new potato and half a banana. Then he needed a big bath as is the way of things with BLW; baby and clothing (and floor and highchair!) get very very messy.
As I type he is in his cot, a rare thing as we co-sleep but as I wanted to change the bed Jon persevered reading him poems from his new poem book - his very own copy of 'A child's book of poems' which we got him for his 6 month birthday - I can't tell you quite how much this book means to me, but it was the book my darling Mum read to me throughout my childhood and I know so much of it by heart, it is so dear and special to me, the beautiful illustrations and the memories they evoked made me weep when I opened it on Saturday.

On the sofa with Daddy

A taste of things to come...