Friday, 21 July 2017
Summer calls for long, lazy days. garden play, adventures out - no routine and a freer more relaxed attitude to life. The children thrive on the freedom to play without too many time structures and I thrive on the lack of the school run rush. It's a win-win.
But sometimes the enjoyment of the freedom can run the risk of turning into a laziness about life... actually, the summer is the most intensive season of the year with my children. I have so many hours to be purposeful in my parenting... opportunities for focusing in on specific unsavoury behaviours, chances to try new things together as a family; days span out ahead of me with hours and hours of opportunity. And all too often, I let them slide by in a flurry of activity without any purpose whatsoever. It's the biggest opportunity for purposeful parenting of my calendar, yet all too often its the most unpurpose-driven season of the year.
Thursday, 20 July 2017
Over the years we have received some truly beautiful gifts of the handmade variety when we've welcomed a new baby into the world... cardigans and blankets, nappy bags and quilts, soft toys and decorations. Precious gifts that we have kept and cherished. But there's another category of special gift that seems to be emerging in this social media world, and that is the world of online small businesses...
So I thought I'd share a few of our favourites!
Monday, 17 July 2017
"The routines of housework and of mothering may be seen as a kind of death, and it is appropriate that they should be, for they offer the chance, day after day, to lay down one’s life for others. Then they are no longer routines. By being done with love and offered up to God with praise, they are thereby hallowed as the vessels of the tabernacle were hallowed–not because they were different from other vessels in quality or function, but because they were offered to God. A mother’s part in sustaining the life of her children and making it pleasant and comfortable is no triviality. It calls for self-sacrifice and humility, but it is the route, as was the humiliation of Jesus, to glory"
- Elisabeth Elliot - Let Me Be a Woman
Today involves 4 loads of washing, post-weekend clear-up, 3 school runs, meal prep and swimming lessons. I needed this reminder, and thought I'd share in case your Monday is looking pretty similar!
Soli Deo Gloria!
Saturday, 15 July 2017
Three months old today! A quarter of a year... how are we there already?? Three months has always signaled the end of the newborn phase for me, and yet this time, you still feel quite little. I'm going to revel in your newborn-ness just a little longer. Your little head still wobbles on top of your shoulders as your little neck holds it high, your smiles still require a little work, and your giggle has yet to surface (though we've been SO close!) but there have been some significant milestones this month - the major one being you actually slept through the night one night (I must stress one night, we are now back to waking once, but honestly after the shenanigans of the hot weather and two-hourly wake up calls, I'll take that!)
Friday, 14 July 2017
Tuesday, 11 July 2017
After having a loft conversion done last summer, it was always the plan to pass on our baby clothes once our latest little bundle of joy arrived. We have always had surprises, so I held onto those precious boxes of baby boy and baby girl clothes until Elias was born. His arrival signalled the end of our baby girl days, and I felt a little heartbroken at the prospect of getting rid of all those gorgeous little outfits that held so many memories for me.
And so an idea was born!
Monday, 10 July 2017
Last Wednesday, our littlest man and I headed back up to the hospital where he was born for his neo-natal review. We headed early; its not our local hospital, but the hospital I was transferred to when things took a turn for the worse during his arrival, and so we gave ourselves a little extra time. A good thing we did, as it took us nearly an hour to get there.
It was only as we drew up at the hospital that a whole host of unexpected emotions re-emerged. I feel so far removed from his birth now that I was sure I was over the trauma of it all, but taking in the towering hospital, walking the path up towards the main entrance, seeing a familiar face brought it all flooding back. It made me glad that I have a debrief with the Consultant booked in in a couple of weeks... I think it will be good for me to chat the whole thing through again. Maybe one day I'll write it all down. For now, it still feels a little too raw to share.
But enough about me...