Wednesday, 23 July 2014


Words can not describe the pride I felt for that husband of mine as I watched him carry the baton for the Commonwealth Games. A honour bestowed upon people for their outstanding work in the community.

For Michael that is bringing sports to young children. Inspiring them to learn new skills, to build their confidence in themselves and their abilities. Which is so much more than just sport itself.

I know what a good job, Michael does, but to watch others celebrate just how hard he works completely warms my heart. Seeing all the children cheer him on the side lines brought tears to my eyes. Yep, I was 'that' wife! But hey we're talking just weeks after the birth of Archie, I was always going be an emotional mess, right?! ;)

June 2014, forever will be an amazing month in our lives to remember.

Let the games begin...

Caleb made sure he had the best view to see his Daddy. Thanks, Uncle Liam ;)

Passing the baton on :)

Thursday, 17 July 2014


I can't quite believe it's been nearly a year since we first decided to pack the car up and head out to Bamburgh for a mini break. It was a break that was a turning point for us after our miscarriage, and for that reason it really has held a special place in our hearts. So we've decided to make it a yearly trip, and what a difference a year makes!

Last year we went there with delicate hearts, rejoicing the fact we had a beautiful, happy and healthy boy, but also feeling the acute pain of loss.

This year we visit Bamburgh as a family of four. I cannot tell you how incredibly lucky and blessed we feel.

We decided this time to stay at The Victoria Hotel, after Caleb had been so taken with the wendy house when we had stopped there for for lunch last year, and it did not disappoint. I cannot recommend this hotel enough if you have kids. The hotel and its staff are really child-friendly, even providing cot beds free of charge for little ones, and the food is just as good as we remembered :)

Once again Caleb insisted on his lunch in the wendy house, clearly he felt his chips needed cooked a little more ;)

Hello, tomato sauce face!

Little dreamboat chilling in the shade ♥

Bamburgh is just as beautiful as we remembered, if not more so.

Oh these two, they really have my heart the way they love on each other. Sometimes I can't decide who's the biggest kid out of them and I love that. Most of the time ;)

Caleb trying to sample Daddy's beer :P

Mama's juice :) :) :)

I have to say on this break all our dining experiences with Caleb and Archie were fantastic. Michael and I have never shied away from eating out as a family as we have always loved going to restaurants, but that's not to say it's always been enjoyable. Toddlers and restaurants can be a tricky combo, but for whatever reason, maybe Caleb getting a little older, he was a dream dining partner this holiday. Let's hope it continues!

You can find our first trip to Bamburgh here.

Sunday, 6 July 2014


Oh boy, if we're talking about highlights in our lives, I'd pretty much say this is the one that tops them all. Watching our two boys meet for the first time was nothing short of magical.

We had no idea how the first meeting would go, Caleb loves babies so we knew that was a positive, but how would he feel about 'his' mummy and daddy coming home with a baby, his brother? Of course we'd talked about it lots with him but at this age you never know just how much they're actually absorbing. The answer to that is, a whole lot.

When we first arrived home, all excited rushing in, we were met by my mum who informed us the big brother had gone for a nap. A nap?! It was 3.30pm and Caleb NEVER takes a nap that late, I couldn't help but think, 'typical'. The three of us then proceeded to stare at Archie for an hour and a half whilst we anxiously waited for Caleb to wake up. As it passed 5pm we knew we'd have to wake him up, especially if we had any hope of him sleeping that night ;)

There was one slight problem though, waking Caleb up from a nap is not a pretty sight. I knew there would be tears, and tears there was. Michael woke him and brought him into the living room sobbing his heart out. Not exactly what I had in mind for their first meeting :/

With his head buried into Michael's chest, Caleb hadn't even realised Archie was in the room. After a few minutes he started to calm down and could finally hear us tell him that there was someone here to meet him. With tears streaming down his face his head whipped around and caught sight of Archie, and with it followed the biggest smile I have ever seen, with the oh so audible 'HI! HI! HI!'.

Off he jumped from Michael's knee to crouch down by Archie, I literally thought my heart would burst. It was now me who was in tears!! Just when I thought my emotions couldn't take anymore Caleb then ran off with Grandma Liverpool to return with a card he had helped write and presents he helped pick. He then proceeded to show Archie it all and talk him through it. Never, ever, have I ever felt pride quite like it. Even as I type I am welling up with the memory of this moment. 

Pure magic.

Our two boys.

Saturday, 14 June 2014


Sorry for the radio silence!!

It gives me great pleasure to introduce our son to you, Archie.

He was born 3rd June at 9.55pm, weighing a glorious 9lb 1oz. Since his arrival it's been a bit of a whirlwind. A whirlwind I'll explain better once I get the chance to spend longer than five minutes at a computer. I promise I'll be back before 2030 ;)

In the meantime, I'm going to be loving hard on my household of boys. Boys that make me so proud on a daily basis. I've got Caleb, who is a natural big brother, he literally makes my heart melt a thousand times a day. Archie, who is so super chilled he goes by the nickname, Dreamboat, and that husband of mine....I don't know what I'd do without him.

I look forward to sharing more of the last few weeks with you very soon, in the meantime if you'd like to follow our Instagram @thislittlehouse_ I try to post a little daily insight into our life as a family of four over there and we'd love for you to join us.

Tuesday, 20 May 2014


Wow, baby bump. Well here we are. 38 weeks.

The last few weeks have just flown by. Lots of getting ready for you, sweet baby, and lots of running after your big brother. Life is hectic, tiring, full-on, but beautiful, that is for sure.

I've been experiencing Braxton Hicks for a couple of weeks now. A gentle reminder of the task ahead ;)

I'm feeling surprisingly relaxed about the labour, which was not the case a few weeks ago. I think the idea of that pain again had slowly started to freak me out, but as I suspected, with the due date drawing closer I've got my bring it on attitude back, because let me tell you, I am crazy excited about meeting this babe of mine.

A little baby that will soon fill all those dinky white vests I've been washing. Oh how these white vests get me every time. Cutest things ever.

Not long now and I will bid goodbye to this bump of mine. The thought brings me a mix of relief (sleeping with a bump is HARD!) but also a little sad.

For this unique time will never be repeated. Not saying I may never be pregnant again, who knows what the future holds (if we're mad enough ;)), but I will never be pregnant with this baby again.

It reminds me to savour every last moment of this pregnancy, with you, my dear one, nestled warm inside of me. Just easy on the ribs and bladder, thanks, 'cause seriously, you can certainly pack a punch and a kick!!

Wednesday, 30 April 2014


A couple of weeks ago, thanks to my lovely Aunty Linda, Michael and I found ourselves toddler free for an ENTIRE weekend.

Three whole days of no one to think about or put first, other than ourselves. A crazy, almost surreal like notion, when you're a parent. There were equal measures of excitement and anxiety. On one hand I wanted to shriek through the streets, 'I'M FREE!!!', and on the other hand cry, 'Bring my baby back'.

So what was a gal to do with herself and all this toddler free time?? A whole lot of nothing and a whole lot of everything.

Long lies, breakfast in bed, crap TV (no cartoons in sight!!), nails painted, girlie catch ups, and dates, dates, dates with my man. Oh yes, we brunched, we lunched, we had dinner out. Dinner out with a 9pm booking, no less! Yes, 9pm, as in the '9pm' that we usually go to bed. Who'd have thought ;)

It was a lovely weekend. Not only did it make me appreciate the much needed rest and alone time, but also my life as a mama. As much as I was relishing in my freedom, I missed Caleb like crazy. Do you want to hear something completely bonkers? I slept worse than I have in a long time because Caleb was not in the house. Oh the irony.

These pictures were taken after our Friday night dinner in Stockbridge. Instead of doing our usual rush home to get Caleb bathed and to bed, we were able to stroll along the canal. It's those moments that have really stuck with me from the weekend. The simple things, like a walk with my love. Just chatting, laughing, with not a care in the world.

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