in the blink of an eye…

…or so it would seem, I have big boys. Not small boys, despite what I might say in general conversation when asked if I have kids. I’m struggling to get my head around the fact that I have a 9 year old, but it’s on the cards and the cards never lie. Never mind the pictures which are whispering that I have a very handsome 9 year old who is going to break many a heart (mostly mine I suspect) in the not too distant future!

it is obligatory for presents and cards to be opened in Mummy and Daddy's bed

9 seems like such a very big age. It’s the last single digit age. It’s harder to find acceptably cool cards for the birthday boy. It’s an age where this particular 9 year old has very clear ideas about what is cool or not, especially when it comes to hair and fashion (short hair, not long and chinos – tan or red – just in case you were wondering!) It’s most definitely an age where Daddy is King and Mummy just trundles around in the background making life happen as 9 year olds would wish it!

it's possible, that Conor was even more excited about the arrival of the iPod touch!

As all good parents should, we have done our best to instil an appreciation of that which is good, that is, products with fruit logos on them! Actually, that’s not strictly true. The iPod touch has been requested time and again for a couple of years now and we’ve said no for a number of reasons. But I suppose, as with all things, there comes a time when there are fewer reasons not to do something than to do it, which is where we found ourselves at age 9. And so a new Apple product has joined the family! And boy has it ever been made to feel welcome!

a love of all things Titanic is only to be expected under the circumstances!

And while part of me is inwardly freaking out at another source of media to be monitored on a daily basis, the wiser part of me knows that all is well when a new cricket bat is greeted with such enthusiasm!

see- it's all about the healthy balance!

And so the countdown to that double digit age has begun. In the interim I expect to encounter any or all of the following:

:: a hand that assumes the permanent shape of an iPod touch;

:: much cricketing, especially now he’s joined the local under 11 side;

:: a lot of hair gel from the pound shop (it’s the only way we could afford it!)

:: ongoing snuggles on the settee at the end of the day (this better feature or it’s going to be a trickier year than anticipated!)

:: further bickering with the younger sibling;

:: more lessons in disappointment as the love for Liverpool FC is unabated;

:: magic tricks being fine tuned for anyone willing to participate;

:: more independent fashion/hair/shoe choices;

:: arguments over any of the above;

:: to be further amazed by all that this boy does and by the fact that we actually made him!

9 years of candle blowing perfected!

On which note I shall finish. Except to say that we also made this one – hard to believe there’s a genetic link, really!

words fail me!

home

I’m posting again today with the lovely Aly, this month on the oh-so-important topic of home. I’ve been thinking a lot about home recently. I really like it there. Deep down I’m really quite the introvert. I recently confessed to my husband that I still feel totally out of place and uncomfortable in bars, especially the ones frequented by the trendy folk in town. I’ve never felt like I wear the right thing or have a cool enough hair do. Plus I’m really small and that just never helps in social situations in my experience! So when he asked me where I felt like I did fit in, the answer that fell out without so much as a thought was home.

Which in turn led me to think about what I like so much about home and why I feel so good there. It didn’t take me long to work out that my home is the one place that truly reflects all of who I am. There is so much of me in the way our home is organised and decorated and I love pretty much all of it. Nothing makes me happier than poring over home design books and magazines and then taking the best of what I’ve seen and using it to fit our family’s needs and tastes. Our house is to me the equivalent of the coolest outfit a girl can throw together (I can’t throw an outfit together for love nor money and am incredibly envious of my friends who can!) So I thought I’d share a little of what I love about home with you today.

wedding photo, cricket balls, war plane models and candle holders – I LOVE this combination!

football books and annuals with a permanent audience of minifigures…and a pirate sticker for good measure

this would be my shelf! interior design and craft books and just a smidgin of scrapbook for good measure

I love this view of our lounge with its colours and textures – it’s the view that lets me relax and know I’m home when I come in from work.

I’d be pretty surprised to find a fossil in a rock alongside a lantern and a Lego Titanic on anyone else’s fireplace – do tell me if I’m wrong!

I bought this for Michael at Christmas – it’s his favourite movie and I love that I was clever enough to find something on Pinterest and then buy it! From Canada!

This is obviously just one room in our house, but it’s probably the one that we spend the most time in together. It’s where I blog, mark homeworks, watch TV, play games with the boys, read magazines and generally just live. It’s me, in a nutshell. Cosy, comfortable and mostly organised. On this last note let me assure you that these photos belie the state of disarray in which one would often find this room. Even during a carefully planned photo shoot! The next two photos were taken immediately after all the ones above. They may not be my favourite pictures of the room, but they illustrate perfectly what I love about it most. Our life. Complete with Hot Wheels, empty cups, remote controls, glue and decks of cards!

I’d love to know what you love about your home. I’ve so enjoyed sharing this little corner of our home that I might share more of the rest of it in the future. I’m off now to read what Aly has written about home – it’s a blog hop I would highly recommend!

Scrap happens

My study doesn’t really know what’t hit it recently. There’s been a flurry of scrap activity the likes of which hasn’t been seen in many months. Pages are being completed, memories are being safely documented for future generations and supplies are actually being used (leaving unacceptable gaps which must surely be filled with more pretty stuff soon!)

Alas, I can’t quite get my scanner to connect to the laptop to share what I’ve made, but I did photograph one little number from today which I completed as part of a challenge on the Basic Grey blog a few days ago. It would be rude not to take part in a challenge that might lead to winning some supplies, would it not?! The challenge was to use just Basic Grey solid papers, and being a big fan of all things BG I thought I’d give it a go.

The idea for the page came from the growing number of photos I seem to be taking of my cup of tea alongside whatever I’m reading at the time. There is clearly a theme developing here – one I think should be continued and championed at every occasion. And so was born my ‘cup of me time’.

I’m pretty pleased with how this turned out, especially my fancy dancy tag I invented all by my lonesome, and those pretty butterflies! And scooting around a few scrapbook blogs has really inspired me this past week – I have ideas brewing left, right and centre. Maybe I’ll share a bit more of my creating over the next few days. So what’s inspiring you right now? Do share – it’d be rude not to!!

Em, hello, you’re adorable!

There is just something amazing about watching a baby grow from a tiny newborn to a chubby 6 month old to a very cute 1 year old with a wee personality all his own. And when it’s not even your own baby and you’re just along for the ride and some photographs it’s even more of a privilege to watch this transformation. If it wasn’t for the fact that this cutie belongs to my sister’s best friend and I can go for cuddles whenever I want, I’d suggest there’s a strong possibility I might have tried to make off with him during this session! I defy you to tell me you wouldn’t have too!

See, I told you he’s adorable!!

a daily journey

I’m posting alongside my amazingly talented friend Aly again today. I love that we share a passion for creating, for trying to keep life as simple as possible, that her boys happily sport my boys’ not totally knackered hand-me-downs, and that the world of blogging makes us both a little bit giddy! You should totally hop over to her blog for a read and a nosey at the thrifty, art-filled, tractor-infused fabulousness that is her life. I love that blogs give you permission to take a peek into the lives of others – it satisfies my nosey nature no end.

This may also explain my love of other ‘sneak peek’ outlets too. I often lose track of how many times in the day I refresh my Instagram feed to see the newest batch of images from the people whose lives I ‘follow’. And I will squint to read the journalling on layouts in any scrapbook magazines I read. I want to know the details, good or bad, to share a little of the journey the designers are on in their lives.

A couple of months ago a lot of folk on Instagram were taking part in Ali Edwards’ Day in the Life project, taking pictures of the little details of their day, chronicling the day’s journey from start to finish. I’m totally inspired by this kind of documentation that records just the ordinary stuff – what you did, what you ate, chores, good things and not so good, TV you watched and so on. I would love to know how my grandparents spent their days when they were young and carefree, but now that I want to know, none of them are alive to tell me. I would hate for my grandchildren to find themselves in the same situation years from now so a few weeks ago I took the plunge and decided to collect a visual record of what the Boyds did with their day.

My days are so often filled with routine, both in school and at home, that I’m often rushing from one thing to the next, keen to get the next item ticked off my list and move on that I sometimes forget to just stop and enjoy what I’m doing. I’m so focused on getting to the end of the day and assessing how much I’ve achieved that the process of simply living gets rather bypassed. I was hoping that this exercise would help me slow down and be part of life for a change. Focus more on the journey than the destination. I think it worked. I enjoyed the journey from morning to evening a little more than usual. Who knows – I may just do it again!

I love the quote by Ernest Hemingway that the journey is more important than the destination. I can’t help but think that this philosophy could make such a difference in people’s lives if we all tried to enjoy where we are at just a little bit more and stopped trying to rush to the next part of life. I wonder what your journey looks like. Have you stopped to enjoy the view of right now recently? If you haven’t, why not grab a cup of tea and a comfy seat and just take it in. In the words of the great Ferris Bueller, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

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