Thursday, 12 November 2015


If you follow us on Instagram you will have seen we visited Hong Kong recently, without the kids!!

Yep, you read that right.

No. Kids.

It feels crazy to me now that we had an entire week away from the boys and got to have this experience. It was a long awaited trip to visit my dad, and thanks to the best babysitter ever (Love you, mum!), we were able to really enjoy it as a two.

Oh and let me tell you as a two, wow, you really get to sightsee. You know, like really sightsee. No timing around naps, or strict eating schedules, or abandoning plans altogether because you ignored those two factors and it's now tantrums you're dealing with. Oh yes, been there and done that. Never ignore naps and food, unless you're crazy ;)

So this was a week of pure indulgence, the biggest indulgence being we only had ourselves to think about. Throw in the best tour guides ever, my dad and his wife, and this is a trip I will remember forever.

Thanks to being inspired by a fellow blogger, Sara (Me and Orla),  I've been delving into the world of creating short video clips. It first started because I wanted to capture my boys with their great grandparents, and since then I've been hooked. There's something I'm really drawn to about this medium of capturing memories. I love the rawness of it, no fancy editing, just moments in time collected together to act as one big memory.

Eeek so I give you my first vlog. I'm very much learning as I go so bare with me!

Tuesday, 3 November 2015


We're still here. Still in our rental. Life on a funny sort of pause, yet moving as fast paced as ever.

I nearly had a mini melt down on Sunday. Okay, kind of did.

Living in a temporary rental indeed has a shelf life when you have two little ones. Living out of boxes gets tired quickly and don't even get me started with the amount of times I've stubbed my toe or banged into something because, well, there is just stuff and boxes everywhere.

So looking to Mikey trying to laugh our current situation off, we decided to grab the boys, pack up the car and hit the great outdoors, and let me tell you, the perfect medicine for my little fed up soul.

Autumn, seriously, you have my heart. I'm like a child every year when it rolls around, the colours, the light, the joy on my boys faces as they collect sticks, leaves and other woodland treasures. Oh yep, you bet I'm the adult scouring the woods and parks for conker trees and then squealing in delight when I find one. I'm happy to report I've now passed that on to Caleb too.

We decided to head out to Archerfield Walled Garden, knowing that it wouldn't disappoint on a beautiful Autumn day, and that it didn't. It's the perfect place for kids AND adults. There's a play park just off from the cafe and then the grounds to roam. Just as the sun got low in the sky we set off on our walk. I still have to pinch myself a little when I see Archie strutting his stuff, he started walking not long after moving into our rental and the boy has not stopped since!

Can someone please explain to me when this boy of mine grew up overnight?!

Along the trail there were lots of little places to explore.

I just can't get enough of all the golden hues with splashes of orange everywhere.

I seriously won't be doing this with Archie for much longer. Ton. Weight.

He's loving my cuddles. Totes loving them, I tell you :P

The Wishing Tree, tie a ribbon on a branch, close your eyes and make a wish. I made a wish for a special someone.

My big boy!!!!

Does the hat look familiar?! Remember a certain wee boy who was totally obsessed with it and wore it all day, every day for what felt like FOREVER. Ha!

Mama uniform. All day. Every day.

I'm crazy about my three guys, well they drive me crazy, so that's the same thing, right?! ;)

There really is nothing quite like fresh air to shake away day to day stresses. We left Archerfield feeling a whole lot happier with perspective gained. Not long now until our big move to our new home. Three weeks and counting!!!! Eeeek!!

For those that also may be interested, I've been receiving emails and messages asking where particular items of clothing we wear are from, I've never addressed it here as I've never seen this as, 'a fashion blog', per say. I am however a girl who loves her clothes, and since becoming a mother it's been important for me to keep wearing what I love but to also make sure it's functional and fits in with running after two boys all day long.

Where I can I will link to what we are wearing and I hope this helps for those that are interested!

You can find my cardigan here, and I'm forever on the quest for the perfect white tee and this COS number is pretty damn close. My jeans can be found here, and my boots here. My current favourite Mac lipstick is Lady Danger.

Caleb is wearing a Zara tee, and his boots can be found here. His long loved hat is from Gap a few years back, but we're also loving this one too.

Archie's jumper can be found here, his hat here, and his boots like Caleb's are from Clarks.

Sunday, 13 September 2015


Michael turned to me in the car the other day and said, 'Do you remember when we said we could never imagine the day we would just want Caleb to shut up and stop talking for five minutes?'

'Yes', I smiled. Oh yes I remember that well.

We both burst out laughing as Caleb's voice hollered from the backseat, 'Mama? Mama? Daddy? Daddy?' for the gazillionth time that day.

It's happened. A month off turning three and half years old and our little man has found his voice, and we literally can't shut him up.

He's full of questions, his new found speech has awoken his curiosity to the world, wanting to know the name of anything and everything, and the slightest sounds sets off his favourite question, 'What's that noise?!'.

I can't tell you how happy it makes me to see him chatting away. We are now getting a proper insight into our loving, kind and funny boy and what's best is so is everyone else. If you asked me what has been one of the hardest things about Caleb's speech delay I would definitely say the barrier it's created to the outside world, and watching the amazing boy I knew inside being dominated mostly by frustration, temper and tears on the outside. Watching him shed that barrier and form proper relationships outwith our family makes me proud beyond measure, and so happy for him.

So keep talking my boy. Give us all your questions. You've got our full attention. If you can however adjust your volume button though it would be much appreciated ;)

Here are some of our favourite Caleb chats recently...

'Can I go to the moon? Please, mama. pleeeeeeease.'

Unable to hold his hand as I was carrying bags and pushing Archie in the pram. 'It's okay, mama. You gotta go the doctor, alright.'

We've weaned him off his much loved cap for when he's at nursery so every day when we leave he tells his cap, 'Don't worry, hat. I've got to go to nursery, hat. I'll see you soon. Byeeeeeeeeeee.'

'Mama, ooooouch sore belly, mama.'  Me - 'Are you hungry, Caleb?'. Caleb - 'Yes, mama'

'See you tomorrow toys. I gotta go home.' As we leave the Tesco toy aisle when we're doing our food shop. This is as much adorable as it is a relief. Ha!

Friday, 28 August 2015


Apologies for disappearing there.....again. We've been busy. Not watching Keeping Up With the Kardashians busy, I'm pleased to report I've kicked that nasty habit :p, though in fairness like any good tv junkie I've swapped it for something else. Sons Of Anarchy, like ALL seven seasons. If you're like me and was clearly on another universe when this show aired for like seven years and missed it, watch it. Trust me, watch it. 

Anyway I'm totally rambling and going off topic, we've been really busy, like real life busy. WE MOVED HOUSE! Now when they say moving house is up there with one of the most stressful things you can do in life they weren't bloody kidding. I swear after our move I feel like I'm allergic to stuff. Seriously, why do we all insist on needing so much stuff in our lives?!

I hate my post-hoarding self. That self that thought it was important to keep every card that has ever been given to us. Every receipt, as come on, that £15 H&M top receipt from 2007 is totes important, right?! Every bit of furniture I've ever owned sat languishing in the garage, because well you never know when you might one day live in a home that requires three coffee tables, three extra mattresses and two broken wardrobes. Like. Really.

What was particularly stressful about our move is the fact we weren't moving into our next home straight away. Our home is currently being built and won't be ready until the end of November. Therefore packing our home up required sorting what would be going into storage, what would go to Mikey's family for three weeks whilst we waited for our temporary rental to become available, and then what we would need for the rental (note a change in season too during this time, oh joy, winter brain on in summer) that would then be stored in Michael's sister's garage for the time being. I can now laugh when I reread this but at the time, surrounded by all our stuff destined for different destinations I thought I was losing the plot. My days were filled with sorting everything out, as paying storage on stuff we actually didn't need is well, just stupid. So daily I felt like I was drowning in stuff, making more of a mess than actual progress.

But here we are, unbelievably, as mid pack I thought I'd never see this point. Ever. That part is over and we're currently in what feels like no man's land. Closed one chapter but not yet started the next. I don't think it's actually set in that we've left our home never to return, although we were completely ready to leave that place will forever be written on my heart. The place we brought our babies home.

Gahhh makes me realise how much of a home bird I've become, and how ready I am to build a new nest for my babies. A home I swear won't have too much stuff in (she says oh so confidently).

So tips for moving, especially if you have little ones.....

As soon as your house goes on the market start sorting through your stuff. If you have a quick sale you can feel happy and smug with yourself for being so organised and if you have to wait a little bit longer to sell you'll be happy and smug with yourself for being so organised (see what I did there?)

NOTE: I did not do said above and my sanity paid dearly.

Be brutal. This is the time to really assess what you really need in your life. Clothing, furniture, everything. I cant recommend enough having the mindset of would you pay storage for this item?. Regardless if you're going into storage or not. It's been such a good thing for me to let a lot of stuff go. Nostalgia can live in the heart, it doesn't need to be hanging at the back of my wardrobe or collecting dust in a garage. Sell or donate. You'll feel better for it, and when you get to your new home you won't have that stuff rotting in a box because well, you don't really need it or have anywhere for it to go right now. 

Say yes to any help you can get, because trust me, you're going to need it, especially with childcare.

Avoid big huge boxes for packing. Smaller boxes are soooo much easier to pack and carry. Label the box as soon as it's filled, what's in it and where you would like it put in the new house. Take it from me even if you only leave the box for half hour unlabelled you won't have a clue what you packed in it when you go back to it. Mix all your soft furnishings and towels etc with your heavier items. A very simple and somewhat obvious observation you would think, right?! Yep, apparently not for me to start with.

Wine and Sons of Anarchy as reward time. I tell ya, a bit of Jax Teller and your packing woes are put on hold for 45 minutes ;)

Tuesday, 28 July 2015


Remember that one time, when it was summer?

Ya know. That whole four days we had a few weeks back?

Not that I'm counting or anything, but seriously has summer checked out early on us or something? I bought all-in-one waterproof bodysuits for the boys yesterday, I mean, come on, Scotland!! On the upside they were half price, with them being out of season and all, so there is that at least ;)

Anyway, the reason why I'm ranting about the weather (other than it being an age thing) is the next time it is dry weather you have, HAVE TO, visit Jupiter Artland. If you've been before I know you're nodding in absolute agreement with me, and if you've not, you are going to love it.

Set in acres of land is a stunning outdoor gallery filled with all sorts of artwork and installations. There is no set way for you to go, no begining or end, just a continuous journey of discovery where at points your breath will honestly be taken away.

I must warn you, it's about to get picture heavy ;)

Armed with our map, I have to say I just loved the non set route approach, with a headstrong three year old in tow it was refreshing to not have to utter the words, nooooo not that way......this way! (Cue crying. Cue meltdown city. Cue bribing) Instead Caleb bounced ahead eager to see what was around each corner, as did we.

All my boys ♥

Gahhh where's my baby gone?! My almost walking, climbing crazy boy.

Oh you know just trying to eat a pencil, after that a stone, some grass, the daisies. Just you're average one year old diet :/

Caleb was chuffed with his milk bottle and straw, as was Daddy with his beer ;)

Meanwhile, Archie was flirting with everyone and anyone :P

I just adore how he loves to feed us, albeit even when it is a half eaten soggy crisp.

What a face!!!

Hello Forth Rail Bridge ^^^

See what I mean?! So cool, hey.

We can't wait to go back, I feel like there is so much more to see and do. You hear that, Scottish weather?? Sort your act out, preferably by tomorrow as we head of to Elie. Please and thank you ;)
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