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Mother’s Day

The other day, I was walking with my nearly eight-year-old daughter and my mum. I can’t remember what prompted the conversation about strength in older people but my daughter asked why they weren’t very physically strong anymore. We explained about age and weariness, and how sometimes, older people don’t find it as easy to do things. Then my mum laughed and said, ‘Mind you, I’ve never been very strong anyway’.

I remember saying that there were different types of strength. I don’t know if she heard me or not, but since then it’s been on my mind.

You see, my mother is one of the strongest people I know. And it may not be with physical strength that she displays these traits, but it’s definitely there.

I think it takes a lot of strength to handle the responsibility of helping your own mother with younger siblings at the tender age of ten. Especially after just losing your father.

I think it takes a lot of strength to raise four children yourself while your husband works hard to provide.

I think it takes a lot of strength to nurture and support four children into adulthood, never once backing down on your strong beliefs and moral values, yet letting them all know how loved they are.

I think it takes strength to witness your ninety-five year old mother hardly recognise anyone anymore and still go and visit her and take care of her.

I think it takes strength to nurse your own husband through his illness, even when you’re physically exhausted yourself, then to gracefully release him into the arms of Our Lord.

And I think it takes strength to lose an adult son, suddenly and unexpectedly, with no warning, and yet not lose any of your faith or hope.

You see, throughout everything that this life has thrown at her, she knows that there is more to be joyful about than to complain about. She knows that this life is not the end and that she will see all the people whom she has had to say goodbye to once again.

And no matter what, she has always stayed true to herself. Despite people in her life that have tried to take that joy away.

No, my mum is not as physically strong as she used to be. And there will be things that she may need assistance with in the future that perhaps she once found easy.

But her character, her spirit, her faith and her love, those things are stronger than ever because she has a deep-rooted trust in God that cannot be shaken.

I will tell my daughters always of the strength of their Grandma, and I’m thankful that they have such a close relationship with her now.

She tells me that she’s proud of the mother I am. She tells me she thinks I’m doing a good job and that there are things she wishes she’d done differently as a mother herself. But when she does that, she’s forgetting about the woman who raised me!

Happy mother’s day, mum! Xxx

“Big girls don’t cry”

A few years ago, when Miss C was only little, something happened to us when we were out and about that I’ve never been able to forget.

The subject matter has been playing on my mind recently with all that’s going on and I’ve been wanting to write about it for a while. No matter which angle I approach it from, this memory keeps reappearing.

She must have been around the age of three and we had just come out of the supermarket. She had wanted a toy, which isn’t unusual for a child when going around the shops, and I hadn’t bought it. Miss C got a little upset and we had a chat and a cuddle but she was still disappointed and still quite teary. At this point there were no outbursts and no tantrums, just a sad little girl.

As we stood outside the shops waiting for her daddy to meet us, an older lady walked by and looked at her. She shook her head and said, quite simply, ‘big girls don’t cry’.

Miss C then looked up at me, mortified, as if she’d just been told off by a complete stranger.

I just looked at my child and told her that of course they do, everybody cries and it’s ok that she was doing because she was upset.

I know that this woman wouldn’t have meant any harm and I truly didn’t want to offend her in any way. She was from a completely different generation and maybe she was taught that ‘big girls don’t cry’ but really, when you think about it, what a ridiculous thing to say!

For a start, the lady didn’t know that Miss C hadn’t just fallen over and hurt herself. Or that something hadn’t frightened her. She just saw a little girl with tears running down her cheeks and felt that it was wrong and had to say so.

I then started thinking about the situations we have found ourselves in over the last few years and what has become the norm about children crying in social situations.

I’ve realised a lot.

I’ve realised how wrong we are sometimes getting it.

I’ve realised that the things I hear people say when children are upset are quite often primarily about themselves.

The truth is, crying children make people uncomfortable. It’s not a nice sound.

I hear adults, as an initial concern, try and get the crying child to stop.

I bet when you think about it, you’ve heard these things too. Things such as, ‘Right, stop that now’, ‘Come on, you’re ok, stop crying’. Or ‘Let’s stop the noise and then have a talk’. Even distraction techniques to help the child focus on something else.

I have done and said all of the above.

Only lately, I’ve been trying to change.
You see, if someone, anyone, is upset about something, why shouldn’t they be allowed to acknowledge that hurt and let it out?

I’m not talking about the fake, dramatic noises that sometimes come out of my children’s mouths, but real, genuine tears about a real sadness.

Even adults need that from time to time.

The message for adults is very different. It’s all about taking care of our mental health and it being ok not to feel ok. And we also know that a good cry can do you the world of good. Adults are encouraged to acknowledge their feelings and not to bottle it all up.

And adults have to be constantly encouraged because the stigma is still there. Maybe it’s still there from childhood? People are uncomfortable when others are crying. But what if we don’t have to say the right thing or do the right thing? What if we just let the person cry?

Personally, I don’t think it’s healthy and I don’t want my children to think that it’s not ok to cry. Or to be shamed for crying or told to stop and ‘be brave’.

What myself and my husband try now is just acknowledging that they’re upset and just holding them. We let the tears flow. We give them the right language so they can learn what these feelings are, talking about how they are so sad about X, Y and Z and how it has made them feel upset. We’re trying to stop saying ‘it’s ok’ because to them, it’s not. It’s hard and it hurts. They are upset.

And they are allowed to cry.

No, it isn’t pleasant hearing children cry. We always want to protect the ears of the people around us. We bring out the ‘fixers’ and the ‘healers’ in ourselves, and we try everything to get them to stop, only sometimes, they don’t need fixing, they just need to be. Usually once they’ve cried it out they’re fine.

Big girls DO cry. So do little ones. And so do big and little boys. And the sooner we realise that that is ok, the sooner the uncomfortable feelings will stop.

Crying is a natural, healthy reaction to a natural, healthy feeling. We are not going to be happy 100% of the time and our children are certainly not. If our girls are sad, they cry and we let them. How other people feel about that is up to them.

Do we always get it right? Of course not. It can take a lot of patience, especially when they’re tired or we’re tired or we’re trying to get stuff done. Those old sayings sometimes come back out. But we are trying our best because we owe it to them.

Talking about and acknowledging emotions is the beginning of a healthy relationship with their feelings. I hope it’s going to stay with them always.

These are the days

These are the days of little sleep. Of interrupted nights with milk feeds or bad dreams. Of early mornings and children who are ready to play when you feel like you’ve just fallen asleep.

These are the days of busyness, of not leaving the house without bags full of nappies, toys and spare clothes. The days of endless snacks and hungry little mouths and the constant need for sustenance.

These are the days of laundry. Mountains and mountains of laundry. Of folding lots of little pairs of leggings and ironing uniforms on a Sunday.

These are the days of baby-proofing and watching what you leave lying around. Of little hands that are into everything and little mouths that like to explore, keeping us on our toes constantly.

These are the days of making sure you don’t step on something sharp when you walk amongst all the toys. Because these are also the days of mess. Lots of it.

These are the days of utter exhaustion and trying to keep strong. Of meltdowns and arguments and many, many tears.

But these are also the days of giggles. Of happy little hearts and innocent laughter. These are the days of cuddles, children sitting on your knee and little hands clutching big ones.

Of days out exploring the world. Of puddle splashing and climbing trees. Of running happily along a beach or through crunchy leaves.

These are the days of warm baths and being wrapped up in a great big towel. Of cosy film nights, pyjamas and popcorn. Of all being in, together.

These are the days of playing on the floor, of watching cartoons, of dancing freely. And these are the days of stories being shared on a big bed, with worn out little bodies snuggling yours.

Eating together, talking together, hoping and dreaming and wishing together.

These are the days which we will remember so fondly once all our children are grown. The busyness may cease, but the memories will remain.

These are the days of being a family, sharing everything. Watching little minds grow and little hearts love.

And these are the days I treasure, because I know that one day they will pass.

These are the days that make me happy, even when they’re loud and crazy. Even when I’m tired. Because these days, they belong to us.

These days, these are ours.

Changes

This morning, baby GG and I went for a walk in the park after dropping her sisters at school. She was fascinated by the leaves on the ground and how crunchy they were. I looked around and I noticed, probably for the first time, that things had started to change. The leaves on the trees were changing colour. We saw red ones and yellow ones on the ground. I don’t know why, could be the warm, sunny weather we’ve had this week, but I’d forgotten that we were heading into autumn.

The seasons are changing.

I then looked at my ‘baby’ who was running and stamping and laughing and I realised, she’s not actually a baby anymore. I guess we still call her that because she’s the youngest but tomorrow, she will be two-years-old.

She is changing too. Every single day.

Today she was standing on the leaves and saying ‘cwunch’ and shouting at the long grass as she ran towards it. She found sycamore seeds on the ground and noticed the colours all around her. The whole park was her playground and she embraced it with beautiful, childish innocence.

Which is something I’m trying to do with the fact that our youngest baby is going to be two!

Parts of me miss the newborn days. Having a tiny, sleeping baby in your arms for hours on end and then watching their eyes start to slowly focus on you. I have so many lovely, treasured memories of those times. But we are where we are and nothing can change that.

GG has come on so much in the two years that she has been alive and we are still finding that she brings us so much joy, each and every day! We are all so proud of her.

We have lots of firsts still to look forward to, with all of the girls actually, but right now, we are here, with three children aged seven, five and almost-two.

As the colours of nature brighten and the familiar chill creeps back into the air, I’m reminded that seasons always change, and to constantly miss the previous or long for the next takes so much enjoyment out of life.

It’s almost autumn.

And we have a two-year-old baby.

I wouldn’t miss her cheeky expressions, her energetic little run, her chatty ways or her growing curiosity for the world.

We are where we are. And as one season ends, it’s time to embrace the next. The joy that each one brings with it is ours to grasp, as long as we don’t miss what’s right in front of us.

Today’s walk will be one of the memories that I’ll keep forever, I’ll treasure it as I wait for tomorrow to give me new ones. Ones which will undoubtedly involve my children eating far too much birthday cake!

But they are enjoying the moment too!

And I guess, if I have to, I’ll join in with them for that.

Happy 2nd birthday to our beautiful rainbow baby. Keep enjoying life, right where you are. We have learned so much since you’ve been here!

We love you so much, baby GG. Xx

Bumps and Bruises

As parents, it’s natural to want to protect our children. One of the hardest lessons I have learned since becoming a mummy is that you can’t keep them away from everything that will hurt them.

Baby GG has had a few falls in the garden over the last couple of weeks, resulting in bruises and grazes and lots of tears. At her age, a cuddle from mummy or daddy is usually enough, even though it still breaks my heart a little bit when she cries out in pain.

As a result of this, no matter how tempting it is, we’re not going to keep her away from the great outdoors. She won’t be wearing knee pads every time she plays outside and we won’t be stopping her running or always holding her hand around the garden. And the reason is because she needs to know how to better control her body, that falling is ok and to not be scared of moving around. Even though it is extremely difficult, especially as an adult always seeing potential dangers.

Having three very young girls means that the hurt we deal with mostly is physical. We have, on occasion, ventured into more emotional hurt as they’ve got older, but a lot of the time it can still be cured with a cuddle.

I know that the older they get, the more I’m going to have to let them begin to try things by themselves. (Not just physical things although that’s hard enough, especially with our Miss fearless around.) And as a mummy, it is so scary.

What if they fail? What if they get hurt? What about if they get their heart broken?

It would be lovely to keep them here, protected, safe forever. It would be lovely to know that they wouldn’t ever be hurt. But then, how would they ever learn? How would they know how to better deal with a situation that perhaps they dealt with badly? Or choose a different course of action to prevent others getting hurt?

As baby GG is practicing her balance and her physical capabilities and we’re standing back to let her, we’ll have to apply the same principles with certain aspects of their lives when they’re older.

On the flip side of the worry is the feeling of pride. I look at my girls and I’m proud of the little things they do. When the baby knows she is thirsty and asks for a drink. Or when she decides she wants to water the flowers in the garden.
Not to mention her older sisters making, creating, writing, cooking, showing empathy and small acts of kindness. If these things make me proud then I’m guessing that feeling will continue as we move into more grown-up territory.

Growing up can be tricky, but it can also be exciting. Thinking of what they’re yet to experience, see and do, the possibilities that will be available to them and the people they’re yet to meet. I’d hate to dampen that excitement with worry and fear.

The knowledge that mistakes are ok and that we are always learning no matter how old we are is something that we’re trying to instill in our girls. The idea that nobody is perfect and that people constantly grow and change.

As long as they know that if they want our advice, we’ll give it, if they make mistakes, we won’t hold it over their heads and if they need a cuddle, they will be given plenty!

They’re far from grown up yet, but I know it will be here one day. We’re trying to prepare them (and ourselves) for those days. For them to be courageous, kind and independent human beings, even when it is difficult.

Steps towards independence are happening now, even in such small things like dressing, washing, eating.

And sometimes they get things wrong, but that’s ok. The more resilient we can make them, the better.

Planting firm roots so they can grow and blossom is a bittersweet process, but one that I believe is necessary.(Although I secretly love the fact that cuddles do cure most ailments at the moment and I’m embracing the fact that they all still fit quite snugly on my knee.)

I know that the journey of a parent is far from easy, but as long as they know that we have trust in them, and that we’ll always be there to wipe away the tears when they need us, it may ease us all nicely into the future!

Lockdown Life

Well, what a mixed bag of emotions these last few weeks have been.

I just wanted to write a little about what we’re going through right now, especially as it is so totally unprecedented. People keep saying that we’re living through history and it is so true. What is happening now would have never crossed our minds a few months ago. Even now, living through it, some of it is hard to believe.

On the whole the children are coping really well. They obviously don’t get the gravity of the situation but they do know that it’s not right, that things are out of the ordinary. And even though they are happy enough at home, we are having the occasional outburst or meltdown, telling us that their little brains are trying to comprehend the unusual situation they are facing.

Our quarantine began before the schools closed because Miss C was displaying symptoms. (She’s absolutely fine by the way but we adhered to the rules.) But because the schools then closed while we were off, it was as if they didn’t even get a chance to say ‘goodbye’ to anyone. Their teachers, friends etc.

It was very abrupt and quite a big change for them which is why, I think, I found it difficult at first.

Did I cry a little when I hung their clean uniforms in the wardrobe, knowing they won’t be wearing them anytime soon? Yes.

Am I grateful for the fact that we’re all here, together, safe? Absolutely.

But this variety of different feelings is what I’m experiencing at the moment and it can change from day to day.

We’re all fine, we have each other and a nice place with a garden to live. But we are missing our friends and family so much, it’s very difficult.

And I’m having to tell myself frequently that on bad days it’s ok to feel a bit down. Because at first I felt guilty for feeling anything but grateful as there are so many people worse off than us.

I think that’s true in everyday life though, even before this situation. Whatever you are going through, there is always someone better off and there is always someone worse off.

We are who we are and we have what we have. And despite what other people think and say, my feelings are completely valid! It’s what I would tell anybody else and it’s what I have to keep telling myself!

This also includes the children.

When one of them is struggling and having a bad day, I’m trying so hard to remind myself that no matter how loud or frustrating it is, their feelings are still valid. We’re still encouraging channeling it correctly, ie, not lashing out and hurting, but of course they’re going to be struggling from time to time with everything that’s going on! If we are, they certainly are.

I’m not saying I always get it right either. When my patience is tested to the absolute limit I can lose my temper as well but luckily if I’m encouraged to walk away and take a breath, it helps. In that way my husband is very good and we are doing well at spotting each other’s triggers.

Myself and my husband are both doing roughly one day every 2/3 weeks in work so we are literally here most of the time. He works from home whereas I don’t but he still has a lot of time to spend with us.

In some ways it’s been brilliant, obviously, quality time, family games etc. But then we are physically together all day long! So to say that sometimes we get on each other’s nerves would be an understatement. That’s where we have to be aware and make sure that each of us gets some time to ourselves, even if only for ten minutes.

Learning-wise we’re pretty much doing what we’ve always done in our family which is to follow the children’s lead. We’ve always encouraged independent learning as much as possible and lots of learning through play. If the girls suggest an activity or express an interest in a particular theme we go along with it. Our role is to try and provide an environment full of music, culture, art, books, household responsibilities, technology, easily accessed toys and tools etc

I know this is not for everyone, and it’s nothing to do with the lockdown, it’s just how we’ve always done it and I’m a firm believer that it works. The more interested they are in something, the more they’ll want to do it and it’s always proved true with us. It hasn’t ever affected their schooling, in fact in some ways I believe it’s enhanced it. I want them to have a love of learning and not be fearful of it or find it too much of a chore.

Having my husband here means they are getting access to things that they probably wouldn’t have with just me. I’m ok with arts and crafts, baking and books etc but he sometimes takes it to the next level and him and Miss A actually built a pretend plane in the garden using bits of old wood last week. It was big enough for the three girls to fit in and they loved it.

We’re spending lots of time outdoors and when we made a little list of ‘lockdown rules’ it included making sure we get fresh air every day, whatever the weather, and we’ve stuck to it. Although we’ve been extremely lucky with the weather so far. The first week of isolation (in March) gave us an early summer.

I don’t know how long this will last and I don’t know what problems it will pose for us as a society. I do know that focussing on those kinds of questions all the time isn’t healthy, though, and we’re trying to take it one day at a time.

I also couldn’t finish this post without mentioning social media and the positives that it has brought to the lockdown. I couldn’t imagine what it must be like living through something like this and not seeing or speaking to our friends and family at all. The virtual kindness and community spirit that I am witnessing on an almost daily basis is so heart warming.

People are reaching out more than they ever did during their usual busy lives and families are in better contact, even if they can’t be with each other physically.

Yes, it is hard, but phone calls, video calls, group chats, online quizzes, group activities and games nights etc are definitely helping. Sharing family projects, videos, dances have all been really good fun too and are forcing us to make time for things that we may not have done before. We are still, thankfully, in good contact with people, in some ways more than ever.

So until we know what will happen, until the lockdown ends and things start to change, I’m going to embrace this weird situation as much as I can.
Even with their little annoyances, these are some of my favourite people in the whole world so if I’m stuck with anyone, at least it’s my lovely little family.

I’ll encourage, love, comfort (and probably annoy them a little, too) each day and try and remember that when the world stopped, my little family thrived!

A Protective Hand

We were taking a walk through the park this morning and I thought it would be good for baby to stretch her legs. She’s been ill for over a week now and just starting to recover, she definitely needed a bit of fresh air.

Little Miss A was happily skipping ahead and taking in her surroundings, as befitting her character. The rest of us were strolling along behind.

The path we were on was relatively safe and after we took her out of the pram, we let baby walk completely by herself. She loved it!

A few minutes later Miss C, our little mother hen was by her side and holding her hand. She was so patient with her as she was guiding her along.

It was only after I suggested that we let baby walk unaided again for a few minutes that I noticed a change in Miss C. She suddenly became anxious.

Off baby GG went, happy as anything but the first time she looked even slightly unsteady, our eldest was there holding her hand. We reassured Miss C that the baby would be ok and asked her to let go again but it only lasted for another two seconds and she was back by her side. She kept saying things like, “oh, she’s going fast”, and “I just don’t want her to fall!”

We kept asking her to step back, explaining that that’s how babies learn. She kept jumping towards her and grabbing hold of her.

It was a side to her that we’d never really seen before. We know she loves her and we know she is caring but this was real protection. This was a genuine fear of her sister hurting herself and, while we mostly don’t like seeing our children worry, something about this struck a chord.

It was a tiny glimpse into what kind of big sister she is going to be in the future.

Protective, loving, possibly a little worried. A kind and caring role model and friend.

And for all their bickering and falling out, I do know that when it comes down to it, she’s the same kind of protective sister for little Miss A as well.

I truly hope that it lasts for always. That the sisterly bond and fierce love follows them through their lives.

Today was about not falling over and bruising a knee. I hope they will all carry on through life protecting each others hearts in the same way.

One minute more

I nursed you and you fell asleep
Nestled in my arms, not making a peep
I pictured your bed in the room next door,
But I held you, for just one minute more

When you were sick and feeling low
You asked me to carry you, gentle and slow
We walked upstairs to your bedroom door,
But I held you, for just one minute more

On days when I’m busy with lots to do
You often ask me to play with you
I should always try to get down on the floor,
And be with you, for just one minute more

When bedtime looms and we’re tidying up
When tiredness hits and we’re all fed up
I promise I’ll try to stay calm and sure
And chat with you, for just one minute more

On days when the house is just falling apart
And the big list of jobs is ready to start
I need to remember as you implore
To be patient with you, for just one minute more

For you are growing in front of my eyes
Times with babies and children just flies
I’ll cherish these times when you’re two, three and four
And hold onto you, for just one minute more

For no matter what happens, I want you to know
You’ll always be loved, despite how much you grow
And there is no problem on earth, I am sure
That we cannot sort with just one minute more

So please just remember, my beautiful child
The joy that you give me, the way that I smile
For you will remain in my heart evermore
As I cuddle you now, for just one minute more

Capturing the moment

I was on Facebook last night and I saw one of those posts that ask you to ‘share the 9th picture in your camera roll’, and out of sheer curiosity, I found mine.

It was a picture taken yesterday morning of our Miss C. The picture summed her up completely, in one shot.

She was sitting in front of the Christmas tree in her new onesie reading one of her new books. It made me stop and think as I looked at it.

We sometimes take for granted these children and where they are. We’re with them every single day and their interests and talents are our normal. We barely notice the changes, the ‘new’ because it’s a gradual process but when I looked at the picture I realised how much I wanted to celebrate where she is right now and write it down.

This time last year she wasn’t reading little novels by herself, in fact it was around last January that we started reading them aloud to the girls, a chapter a night. This time next year she will have changed again so as we begin to say goodbye to 2019 I just want to capture my three babies right now, right where they are.

It would be fair to say that Miss C is somewhat of a bookworm. She often takes herself off somewhere quiet and reads. She reads aloud to herself and sometimes to her younger sisters but these last few months she has also started silent reading in her head.

New books as presents for her is always a winner.

She also loves to write. Her writing is one of her passions. She writes stories, plays, songs, and fills notebooks with her creative ideas regularly.

Miss C does still play with her dolls and her toys, her imagination is one of the things that makes her who she is and most of the time there is a narrative, and plots and characters. These sometimes run so detailed that it’s hard to pull her out of them and consequently we have houses and tea parties and shows set up in her bedroom for days.

She is enrolled in a dance school and has so far done three shows/showcases with them which she absolutely loved!

She is so creative and her ideas are wonderful. She constantly amazes us with what she comes up with.

But mostly, Miss C is a very kind girl. There is a kind of natural maternal instinct there which makes her instantly attracted to younger children, particularly babies and toddlers and she has a lot of patience and time for our baby GG.

She is sweet and calm and it is never really her first choice to engage in noisy or physical play, but she does from time to time with her sisters or cousins.

I would definitely say that our Miss C is caring and creative. Those two words sum her up perfectly.

I then wondered what the first picture in my camera roll of little Miss A (on her own) was, and when I found it, that also was a typically perfect picture of her.

It was on a family walk from four days ago and she was wearing her all-in-one waterproof and fully embracing the wet and the cold.

That’s the thing about her, the elements don’t bother her, they never have. She loves being outside, in any weather.

Little Miss A is adventurous, fun and extremely independent and although she can be shy from time to time when surrounded by lots of people, in other situations she is still fearless.

She enjoys being able to do things for herself, including her new accomplishment of washing her own hair. Little Miss A takes pride in mastering new skills and only asks for help when she’s in a particularly cuddly or affectionate mood.

She likes to be physically active, goes to a gymnastics class and can usually be found doing forward rolls and handstands in the living room at least once a day.

She, like her big sister is very creative but in different ways. She likes to make models and pictures using things from her craft box. She can easily spend hours sitting at the table engrossed in her latest creation and really works hard down to the finest little detail.

She is very loving and gives the best hugs with her arms wrapped tightly around our necks.

Little Miss A is adventurous and pretty awesome really. That’s the way we would describe her.

Finally, we come to our gorgeous little baby GG. A pure and absolute joy!

Honestly, the most recent picture of her is from last night, when she woke up and I brought her downstairs and she fell back asleep on me. She is the most cuddly little baby and such a mummy’s girl. She has also slept on me and in our bed much more than the older two ever did! Maybe it’s because I know she’s the last one and I know they’re not babies for long. But I’m enjoying her so much.

That’s not the picture I’m going to share. It’s beautiful but doesn’t sum her up. I’m going to use one from boxing day when we were visiting family and she got one of her new toys. I just want to try and capture the complete and utter happiness she brings us.

Our baby is at that adorable toddler stage where her language is starting to develop and we have a lot of cute ‘uh ohs’ when she drops things and ‘quack quacks’ and ‘all gone’ and sweet names for her sisters etc. She also regularly hugs toys close to her chest with an accompanying ‘ahhh’ noise, so sweet.

Little traits of personality are creeping through daily and she is a playful and happy little baba.

She will sit with you and build with blocks and do jigsaws but she’s happiest when she’s being chased or when she’s chasing someone else. Her laugh is infectious and her squeals of delight just heart warming.

She’s our bundle of curiosity and although her inquisitive nature makes her exhausting at times, we’re laughing more and have bigger smiles, just because she’s here.

Baby GG, our gorgeous and giggly girl.

Who knows what this next year and next decade will bring. I know there will be changes and I know there will be highs and lows. But right now, this is where we are.

We have three girls, aged six, five and one. This is who they are at the moment and I just wanted to mark it down so we’ll remember in years to come.

Happy new year to everyone from the five of us!

Thank you for reading. Xxx

And then there were five…

This is the first post I have written in around ten months. Lots of things have happened to our family recently, some good, some bad, some heartbreaking, but I’ve decided to write a post about the most positive one; the birth of our third baby girl!

Yes, our Miss C and little Miss A are now the proud big sisters of our little baby GG.

We are now a family of five.

We have suddenly been thrown back into the world of nappies, night feeds and prams. We have rattles and baby toys in the house again and have just bought a new high chair.

A way of life that we haven’t seen in four years is back, and yet, more familiar than we thought.

It all just becomes second nature again really, even though it has been a while. You forget how little they are when they’re first born, that’s for sure, but everything else isn’t that foreign at all.

The one thing that’s different this time around is the fact that this baby has two very helpful, very interested and very affectionate older sisters. A five-year-old and a four-year-old who just adore her and find everything about her fascinating.
(we do have to reign them in at times, I think they forget she’s not a doll, but for the most part they’re great with her).

I know little Miss A had an older sister when she was born but at eighteen-months-old, Miss C wasn’t really aware what was happening and she didn’t interact with her as much, other than to occasionally stroke her face and say ‘baba’.

This time it’s different. This time has been a great learning experience for them, from the pregnancy and when we first told them, the scan pictures and baby kicks, from the feeding, the cuddles and baby cries to now, sharing their lives with a beautiful five-month-old sister who is learning and changing every day.

I also now have a different favourite sound and it’s baby laughter. Not just any baby laughter, but the kind of giggles that you hear when you’re not even in the room and you know that it’s her older sisters making her laugh. It’s beautiful to hear!

And now we’re just on the cusp of the weaning process which Miss C and Miss A are very excited about. They’re already talking about who will sit next to her at the table and who will feed her. Which finger foods of theirs they’ll be able to share with her etc and I’m as excited for them as much as I am for baba. (though I do also realise each mealtime is going to take twice as long to clean up once we get going!)

We are walking with a pram again which is great, going out with a girl holding on to each side is lovely. Also, great for storing coats and bookbags when it’s time for school run!

Night times are still hit and miss. Baby GG has her first tooth now and there are definitely more on the way. This doesn’t make for uninterrupted nights, however, I am reminding myself that she is only very small, nearly six-months-old and for the amount of time she does sleep through for her age, we really can’t complain. Plus I’m back to that stage of sitting up in bed with her and feeding her in the middle of the night when everyone else is sleeping and feeling like it’s the two of us against the world. As if me and my baby are the only people awake and it’s me that she’s looking to for comfort. These days can be so tiring yet comfortingly beautiful.

We feel like Baby GG is a little miracle and such a lovely blessing in our lives, especially after everything that happened to us last year. I, for one, am certainly not taking her for granted.

So now begins the next phase in our family. Now begins a life with three children and even more stuff to remember each time we leave the house. And I’ll hopefully, even with less time, be able to share our adventures on here.

In the meantime, our noisy home is louder, our bedtimes are later, our list of jobs is bigger than ever, and we feel like we’re richer than we’ve ever been before!

Welcome to the world, our beautiful baby girl. I’m sure your two sisters are already filling it with sunshine.