On Sunday 4th December I had the opportunity to attend a Christmas wreath making workshop held by the lovely Mumma’s & More & the ladies from Swaffham & Fakenham Florists (who also happened to do my wedding flowers). Mr L had Ella for a few hours so I could really get to grips with it all & relax for a few hours.
The venue for the afternoon was an area high up in the south transept of Ely Cathedral. From the ground you’d have never even known we were there. Hidden away we had an amazing view across the nave as the light moved through the breath-taking stained glass windows, while the Christmas tree was receiving its final touches in time for Evensong.
As Christmas is fast approaching it’s got me thinking about how excited I am to have family around to share in Ella’s very first. But it’s also got me thinking a lot about loved ones that are no longer here. In particular Mr L’s father, Henry. Continue reading “Merry Christmas to the Stars in the Sky.”
I underestimated how important Christmas traditions were to me until this year. With it being Ella’s first Christmas our little unit feels like a proper family. She’s too young to understand anything this year but I still feel strongly about starting as we mean to go on.
I don’t want Ella growing up thinking that Christmas is purely about being given presents. Here the Christmas traditions that we will be continuing or starting for Ella…
Mr L & I tend to only get each other one present every year – he’s usually pretty good at it, mainly because I drop hints far enough in advance for him. This year my subtle hint comes in the form of this Christmas wish list. He’s learnt to pay attention after an incident involving a watercolour painting of a cathedral which I will never let him forget. It’s also my birthday just after Christmas so I tend to get really lucky & get one larger present instead of two smaller ones.
So Mr L, if you’re reading this here’s a few things that I would be more than happy with – you choose!
We killed our first pushchair. Or rather Morse did. To be fair it was a very well-loved second-hand iCandy Peach that had done a lot of mileage. It just couldn’t hack the Labrador sledding it had to endure. So we went shopping and decided to upgrade to the iCandy Peach All Terrain.
The community of mums is a funny one. And I’m excluding dads from this because I just don’t get the same vibe from them.
But some mums can be horrible bitches.
At times it’s like being back in the playground. From rude whispers at mother & baby groups to sideways glances at the weigh-in clinic. The comments section of Facebook posts is gold for this. Why do some mums feel the need to be so disapproving and quite frankly rude to others?
Crying was a daily occurrence in those first few days. They weren’t always sad tears. Feelings of being overwhelmed, happy, delirious, so in love, anger & exhaustion all play a part. Emotions run high after having a baby. You’re so exhausted & the realisation that motherhood really is a 24/7 job is a hard pill to swallow. Comments from loved ones about you being hormonal don’t help when you’re exactly that…
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon The little dog laughed to see such fun! And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Sit with your baby on your lap and sway side to side as the cat plays the fiddle. Lift baby up as the cow jumps over the moon. As the dog laughs tickle your baby & then jiggle your legs (or theirs if old enough) as the dish runs away with the spoon!