Tales of my Motherhood || Learning to exhale

I wrote this post under a different title Learning to find joy in Ezra’s development. I wrote it from a different perspective and I wrote it in a different tone. However, the place I was writing it from was a place…

Monthly roundup || Our Favourite Five || August 2017

Here we are at the end of August already. Time is a funny old thing during the Summer holidays. It’s a bit “Wibbly wobbly timey wimey”. The holidays always seem to drag, but once I get to the last week…

Monthly round up || Our favourite five|| July 2017

First up is Instagram and particularly learning to be visually creative with my images. I am no photographer, but since my amazing talented friend Rida over at beforeandagain_ introduced me to the wonderful world of VSCO. I have had the confidence and a little bit more understanding how to edit my photos . I have really enjoyed playing around and trying to find out what is my style.

Tales of my Motherhood || Nature, Naps and No need to rush

The boys had the best time, jumping and splashing, submerging their hands into the mud and throwing bits of mud in the air. It was wonderful  to watch, they were just so free. Without me telling them to be careful, don’t get wet, stop shouting they played and played and it was great. Once they were finished they both wanted their hands cleaned and lets just say, a baby wipe wasn’t going to cut it. We found a small stream of running water and they jumped right in and cleaned their hands, they thought it was the best.

We’re not normal || Sometimes I am not OK with that

I get to pretend.

To pretend that everything is OK. That we are all fine. Then I have a day like last Tuesday, where it just soccer punches you right in the gut. Where it takes your breath away and you can’t hide from it and you can’t pretend to be normal because it is plain to see for all in big, bold, capital letters.

Four Thirty: AM

|| 4:30 AM || It’s 4:30 in the morning And you’ve just gone back to sleep I hold you a little longer Kiss you, and just breathe Your eyes flutter gently As you begin to dream Your brother sleeps beside…