Showing posts with label photo crazy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photo crazy. Show all posts

Sunday, 6 November 2011

A return to a bit of sanity

So, I haven't blogged for a rather long time. A couple of reasons for that really. I haven't had much time, and I haven't really been in the right state of mind. Anything I would have written in the last month or so would have been miserable and a huge rant. Nobody wants to read that really.

However, I'm feeling a lot more cheerful these days, probably because it's nearly Christmas and Starbucks have gingerbread lattes! Oh so much love for those red cups of joy!

I have also been with Edd for a year now! So much happiness coming from that.

Anywho, here is a brief update of the happenings of me, before normal blogging resumes:


My niece has turned one! We went to my parents' house for her birthday, much cake was eating. A very long day though!

My cousin and his wife came to stay with us at the end of October, and we went out for a meal. Emilia had ice cream...


She was rather excited!

We made a cake. Licking the mixture from the bowl is always the best part!


Our pumpkins for Halloween!


Emilia dressed up as a ghost pirate for Halloween. Edd's choice, and he chose well! She looked ace!

My loved up man. He doesn't like this one so much, as he says he looks camp. But also likes it a lot because he says he looks loved up and happy. It's clearly  big dilemma for him!

One year together, filled with highs and lows. Many more to follow. Still stupidly loved up. Not apologising one tiny bit for the soppiness of this!

Bonfire night! Sparklers! And oh so many fireworks! (and a fair few hot dogs!)

Monday, 15 August 2011

My trip to Sweden Part 2

Here it is, the second installment! To be honest, I don't know how many parts there will be. We'll just see how it goes.

This part is all about Emilia. Edd had told me that Emilia is like a different child out in Sweden, as she considers it her safe place and she's relaxed and happy-go-lucky. Honestly, I couldn't see the difference. I guess this means she's relaxed and happy-go-lucky all the time now. I hope this is the case. I never knew her when she lived with her mum, so never saw her feeling sad and scared and quiet. I'm glad about this as I don't know how I would feel about it. I get glimpses sometimes when she gets upset, but this rarely happens now.

This is one of my favourite pictures. It was taken after we landed and is Emilia running up to her grandparents. She was so excited to see them. If you ever needed proof of love in the world, it's right there.


First day excitement. See those shoes? They're mine. I've come to accept that Emilia will "borrow" my shoes for dressing up. I don't mind. It's rather sweet. The bike is her new bike in Sagen. She has a blue tricycle out there, but she's now banned from using it. Two reasons... 1. She's too tall for it now (she's nearly 4' tall! A giant in the world of 5 year olds!) 2. We've been encouraging her to ride on two wheels. She's learnt on the two wheelers at school, they're big heavy bikes with no brakes and are quite low to the ground. This is the next step. Has she learnt? Read on....


Success! She can ride her bike. And she rides it fast! I had to actually pedal properly to keep up with her! Edd has some better pictures on his phone of the little madam riding her bike, sticking her legs out and looking incredibly adorable. We both felt very proud of her, and her confidence is soaring with it.


Being a 5 year old must be great. Everything is an adventure. Life is full of asking questions. I think we lose that fearlessness as we get older. We don't ask why. We don't ask how. We just accept things are the way they are. Yet, a small child wants to know why things are in certain places, how things work, what's round the next corner, where does this path lead... Maybe the world would be a much more exciting place if we still thought the same way. These pictures are only of Emilia exploring a family friends garden, yet it was still an adventure.

As was meeting this frozen fish!

Yes, this is cute!




You're never too old to throw stones into water!
Now, this is some impressive photography on my part. But I look at it and think, one day, I'll make sure that she can reach the sky properly. I'm going to give this amazing little girl the best possible life.

 My eye mask....


 A trip to the river. There wasn't a lot for kids to do there, but we had a good time. Needless to say, in the heat and boredom, Emilia did get a bit stroppy. But what child wouldn't?! Once she got over her fear of the tiny fish in the river ( I think they were stickleback), she wanted to go in there all the time!




Redcurrant picking was great fun. And when you're 5 you get to be highly selective about which redcurrant makes it in to your pot. None of us were privy to the criteria for this selection process, but we were thankful for the help. We picked 10kg of redcurrants by the end of the afternoon, which is a lot!





We went on the row boat for an afternoon. Well, we did until the clouds came and we had to cut it a little short due to impending rain. Oddly enough, Emilia wasn't scared of this water! I even had a go at rowing, and Emilia kept telling me not to crash the boat like I did the car. She likes reminding me of that.

You see these two right here?

They're my world.

Thursday, 14 July 2011

The day I got burnt

On Saturday we went to Tenby with Emilia's Sunday School. I don't know if I explained before, but I'm not overly religious. I'm not an aethiest, more of a religious agnostic. Edd's parents are religious. They're in the choir. Edd is religious. I go along to the church when I'm not working to keep everyone happy. This Sunday School trip was actually nothing to do with religion at all, so I was happy. We went to the beach and had a whale of a time. The weather wasn't forecast to be that great. The weather man was wrong....

I burnt my chest. It hurt.

Still, it was fun on the beach, even if madam did get soaked. She told us she didn't want her swimming costume because she wouldn't go in the sea. Fine, we said, your choice. As soon as we got to the beach, guess who wanted to go in the sea?! Well, there was no harm in letting her run in and out in her dress. We did bring some spare clothes for her, the thoughtful parents that we are.

Here are some photos....




The water was a bit cold! 




Picnic on the beach! With a side helping of sand.... 








A menacing seagull keeping an eye out for food 


Quite possibly my favourite picture 


Yep, I buried her feet. 



Tired out Daddy! 


Jellyfish! 


Boys will be boys and jump over gaps 


Action shot!