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Our Summer part 1

My oh my, it really has been a while since huh.
Here was me, imagining lots of time to update, full to the brim with detail about our trip back to England. Edited pictures, the lot. Pah! How wrong I was!

Infact, we have been back almost three weeks now, and its only the last week that I have really been back online – even facebook and instagram have been lacking, and its been rather nice, to tell you the truth. But still, I cant leave our trip unmentioned ūüėČ Its time to dust off the keyboard and get back in the desk chair. This has been our summer….

My Summer Holiday started the 13th of June. School was out, the sun was shining and we had a week until the Big Trip. And as mentioned in the last post, that week was spent in ugly clothes, doing lots of packing and planning. And then THE day came.

We got up just after 4am, and woke the kidlets at 5.40 and headed to the airport. The flight to Stockholm was ok, to London fine, and the drive to Devon faultless. Over excited and over tired children whilst waiting at our gate in Stockholm put my nerves over the edge – I was convinced the whole flight would be one long tantrum, but lo and behold, queuing to board Lily dropped off and stayed relatively calm until the last 30mins or so when all she wanted to do was bash the chair in front and run up and down the aisle. Yippie!

1945We arrived thursday night suitably shattered, happy and very pleased to fall into Gran and Grandads open arms and the end of a long day. We noted how squishy the floor was, what with being carpeted and thoroughly enjoyed a proper cup of tea. Maia took to Gran & Grandad like it was only yesterday she saw them, but Lily took a bit more warming up bless her. But thats them two in a nutshell ¬†ūüėČ Friday saw the arrival of all the cousins and aunties and uncles. There was to be a party on saturday for Sarah and mines birthdays and belated fathers day. ¬†My actual birthday I spent the morning shopping with Kerry and got some proper bargains. We scoured both the high street shops and the second hand stores and I was like the cat that got the cream. Sunday morning we went to Saltram House to let the girls all blow off some steam, they ran ragged and had an icecream before lunch – but if its the summer holiday, its the summer holidays. Most things go ūüėČ

hen it was early to bed sunday, a bit of re-packing and being ready for 10 days trip to Scotland and Nottingham. But we didnt even leave the drive before the problems started – literally. The dear inlaws very lovely car, and a very broken handbrake so our mode of transport for our trip was gone. Hooray for car hire and spending lots of extra pennies on that plus the extra petrol. The in-laws car would have taken 3/4 tank of diesel to Scotland, and now the petrol hire car took 1 1/2 tanks. Great.

Meeting Wee Gee & Grandad was amazing. For spending so much time chatting in Skype, it was very familiar pulling up on the drive and giving them a squeeze IRL.  Again, Miss Maia acted like Wee Gee and Grandad were part of daily life, and Lily was quite happy (again) to let big sis pave the way and show it safe to come forward and not be shy. Teamwork!

There was lots of play in the garden, cuddles on the sofa and cooking in the play kitchen. Marks cousin Emma and her daughter Codi came over to play one afternoon and the girls all got on great. We also had a trip to visit Marks great aunties Bette & Greta and one of the Harrys – we were throughly spoiled with the selection of cakes on offer and we left feeling very fat and full hehe. After five relaxing, fun days, we steered south towards Nottingham and our 4 and abit hour journey took almost double the time…good start!
ur trip from Grangemouth to Nottingham was made cheerier by spotting the Yorkshire Tea vans on the motorway – something which, if you ask me, is a bloomin marvelous idea. I’d much rather have a cup of tea van than an ice cream van at the park if I am honest haha.

We took the kidlets to Sherwood Forest, which I think is almost obligatory what with it being so close. The day started really well, with us and David getting about 10 mins down the road and receiving a phone call from Nana, who was still left at the house – turns out we thought she’d gotted into Davids car, and he thought Nana was in with us... However, the whole Robin Hood thing was a bit lost on the girls, neither Maia or Lily know the story well enough to appreciate where we were, so they were just happy to be running around, eating our picnic and having some icecream at the end. Mark, Maia and I even got to try our hand at archery, Lily is a bit ickle still the man said so she missed out but didnt seem too bothered. We also went to Cresswell Crags and had a lush walk around the lake and gardens and tasty fika in the cafe.

Of course, we caught up with as many dear family members as possible, going out for lunches, over for dinners and plays in the park. The weather was on our side and we stayed an extra couple of days. Nottingham was a bit busier than our Grangemouth trip, but there were still plenty of chill out moments were we could just enjoy being together with those we love. Thats what Iike about going to see family; there arent any expectations or necessities, things are taken as they come, as long as we’re together, thats what matters =)
And then we were Devon bound…


2 firsts on a sunny sunday

my kitchen at present <3

my kitchen at present, from Instagram ‚̧

Its so nice, to be sitting here on the kitchen sofa, still feeling the sun warming through the window at 21.40.  Pretty cup next to me, kvällsfika in my tummy, and First Aid Kit playing on Spotify. The house is quiet, as well it ought be, after a long drawn out bedtime with an over tired  Maia insisting that she absolutely must sleep on her fleece one-piece when its 23C indoors. Its too cold apparently. Bless her.

I cut Maia’s hair for the first proper time today! It was a bloody awful experience, took 10cm off the bottom, levelled it all out so now her ”V” shape with those beautiful curls are gone…and her hair looks much thicker for it. How my baby is growing up! ¬†It seems today has been brought two firsts- the hair cut, and going off to play with the neighbours. The neighbours are lovely, friends from nursery too which is handy, but its HER friends, made all by herself and not because Mamma & Daddy are friends the parentals first. I’ll admit that it was a rather weird, and somewhat difficult feeling to digest, seeing her skip off all happy. Negative as that sounds, its far from it. No, it was a case of not knowing where to put the feeling that was difficult, not knowing what to do wth something I havent experienced before. Its like the first time your baby smiles at you, the first steps, first anything – it stirrs up a feeling that you cant quite put your finger on.

Being in the neighbours garden, made me long even more for our own house with a private garden. We do have a pretty awesome sized garden now, but as we are renting, it isnt entirely our own, and becosting things like a playhouse or sandbox feels like a wasted expense when we arent going to be here forever. Sure we could move the playhouse, and a sandbox wont be *that* pricey with Mark being able to do it all himself, but still. If I am going to be spending money I want it to be to me and mines benefit, and ours only.

So guess what!? I now have a new project – but dont tell my dear wonderful (but long suffering) husband, he may well decide to be done with me haha, seeing as I did promise no projects ’til after our holiday. But yes, the garden is in need of some attention by way of more child friendly things to do. And obviously I already have a plan. Obviously.

bedroom experiment

There’s a way things are done, and then there are ways things are done. I wonder, how many of you my dear British friends, whom have ever had that frustrating, annoying tug of war in the middle of the night with t’other half stealing the duvet? Or, maybe YOU are the duvet stealer? Here, at home with the Wilsons, we are both guitly stealers. This was never a problem, as we were clever to buy a duvet too large for our bedsize – but then we got a new bed, one that is wider than I am tall (I stand at 174 cm)…

bed sizeSo our bed was only 150cm wide, but we had a duvet that was 160cm. Nemas problemas! Mark was always close enough to cuddle up to and get back under the duvet should he win the fight (usually did as go figure he is stronger even when asleep haha) ¬†We even had sufficient space to fit a 3 year old, alternatively a 1 year old in between us – mamma having to put pillow on the bedside table to fit. Now though, we’ve been missing 20 cm and that my friends, is rather alot, especially as in the depths of night we both quite like to hug the edge of the mattress rather than each other lol. And last night, I took to drastic measures….I went and got the single duvet from the bed in the play room.

Ok, ok – whats the problem I hear you ask? Well it rather feels like I am snuffin out the passion if I am honest. Or rather, the romantic notion of falling asleep intertwined in each others arms, those cosy moments just me and him hiding under the duvet talking about our dreams and fears, creating a warm little bubble of Our Space. Somewhere were only me and him go (and the occasional poorly child). Those moments, would be forever lost should we lose our common snuggle ground.

Scandinavian bedroomBut I do actually, think it looks rather cosy and inviting with two duvets. And just think of all the fun I could have with choosing new bedlinen! Already there is one of those posh valance sheets to buy to cover up the bed frame (or whatever they are called but like how the beds are made in the pictures ūüėČ ) and then I am padding out the headboard and covering it with a light grey material to give it a more plush look. Sadly, all this needs to wait until July when we are back from our escapades in the UK, but methinks we shall have fun experimenting in the bedroom until we find what works for us – one duvet or two!

finding peace

129I¬†cant say exactly when, but it was most likely in the car, singing (or maybe it was screeching) along to one of my favouite songs. And it wasnt an ”a-ha!” moment, just a quiet realisation when I was walking up the stairs to our apartment, that I got into the car at work in one mood, and got out of it at home in quite another. Oh yes, nothing odd there, quite cliched almost, I know, I know.

The past week/ week and a half, has been horrid. I’ve rang Mark up during work several times, almost in tears. I have felt resless, been unable to sleep, and felt incredibly out of sorts. A little bit of anxiety and stress mixed together in a not very pleasant combination. At first, I put it down to PMS, ‘cuz I get quite a bit like it leading up to the week, but the week is still 2 weeks away, so yea. I’m just glad I feel back to normal this evening, I think a good old chat with sis-in-law K done me the world of good, and speaking to Marks gran last night. Its like now, I have found that inner peace again, and my sensible head is back on and I know where I am. I dont much like feeling discombobulated…

Not much else to report, work is busy busy, not long now till we break up for the summer holidays and head over to the UK. Oh, and Im awaiting new contact lenses – that is rather exciting! Except, they were ordered over a week ago and they still havent arrived in the post, which sucks. The ones I have now are my last pair and I ought to have changed them like two weeks ago, naughty I know.

Right its offski to bedski I go, two hospital appointments with Maia tomorrow, eye check up and speech therapy. fun fun. There’s 2h between appointments so she’ll be joining me at work for a bit inbetween, always nice =)

Miss M at work with me last time she had early morning appointments at hospital =)

finding a balance

catsOh what a jolly good weekend this is shaping up to be! Our weekend has kicked off with the mamma getting to drink some alcoholic beverages with the guys from work and staying out till 2am philosophizing, dancing and having a laugh. I have also learnt one very important thing Рmy new red pink dress is not good for dancing in, the material is just far too hot and not very dance-friendly which is a shame.

This morning I was surprisingly alert and upbeat considering the previous evenings shenanigans, and together with my friend S we went off to fix some bridal hair and make up, and we even pulled off a quick trip into town, where I treated myself to some new polka dot mugs. I really do have a thing for cups and mugs….

Tonight I am offski out again, social butterfly that I am. This time tho, a nice girly evening with jacuzzi and chilling out. It feels so good to be able to go out and be a little freer now that the girls are older. It does wonders for one’s well being, being to nurture all aspects of oneself, taking care of the mamma part, and Kimberley part, in order to be happy. Finding that balance hasnt always been easy, but now it feels like I am finally getting the hang of this.


an off day

Today I have read blogs, read my book and skyped with Marks gran for hours. Nothing productive happening or remotely resembling getting the house back in order and the pile of ironing is still sat in the corner taunting me. And that is totally ok; an off day is allowed every now and then dont’cha agree?

 The whole kristallsjuka-thing is getting better, the constant nausea is gone and I am now left with a profound leaning to the right, or least it feels that way. The sun is shining too Рalmost guaranteed to get you in a good mood. Kinda hard not to smile this afternoon, after a throughly miserable start to the day (by way of the mood I was in). But hell, I cant keep at it as Its almost time for  me to go get the little ladies and head over to C & H for a play date and coffee.

So yes, sunglasses on , wellies on (well we do have a rather large amount of snow melting making things very wet) and a nice light coat ( byebye thick winter warmers) I am  now offski to get my lovelies! Toodlepip!

the grass is greener…on which side?

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Well, well, well – being back in the UK doesnt quite feel how I expected that it would. It most certainly does NOT feel like I have been away for almost 3years. I imagine that may be more the case when we are down Devon in the summer, when we are back in a place that we know,

It feels rather sentimental being here, even though its the first time that I am in Manchester.    Just what I am sentimental for, I am not sure. If you can imagine having fled away from a relationship, that on a whole was quite ok, but you were enticed by pastures new Рthe grass being greener on the other side as it were, and actually finding it true in this case. Image having dissed her in the time you have been apart and made  something almost ugly about your past together. Imagine then, seeing her again, and all that you feel is the warmth and beauty of her. Those ills you have felt being unjustified and being left with a mixed flurry of emotion in your gut. You did love her after all. The time you had together helped shape and pave the path that you are on now, and you wouldnt be what you are without her. Feeling gratitude for the lessons learned, and the growing up together. Being grateful for what was, yet thankful you are where you are now instead. Like suggested, the grass really WAS greener on the other side, but the side you were first on was lush and full of life all the same.
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