I love the changing of the seasons, my favourite season is most defiantly summer. But each season has it’s own unique beauty and winter is undoubtedly the frost kissed grass and sunny mornings. In winter it’s easy to catch the sunrise as it’s so late. It’s not so easy always to take a minute to appreciate its sheer beauty. This weeks photo was capture on my iPhone from a moving vehicle (I wasn’t the driver!) I was so impressed at how well it came out. I really love how cold it feels.
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Moving home, its been on the cards for the last half a year. I can’t believe it that we have finally moved house! I can’t believe how lucky I am. It’s been a very stressful few weeks. We moved last week after months of living in boxes tipping between actually moving and having the completion date changed, changed and changed again. We are in! I’m in love with our dream house. Unfortunately the first weekend was spent just trying to hold it all together as both hubby and Flixster were struck down with a vomiting bug (nice…..) We’ve also not had any internet which has been odd. I’m beginning to feel a little more human again after not much sleep for days and trying to catch up with myself coming backwards. The house is a complete mess but I’m so happy we are in our forever home. It still feels like a dream. I have loads of blog posts to catch up on but for now I’m just trying to find some kind of new normal, so that I can find time to sit down and write.

I just want to express my thanks to the universe for providing such a wonderful home for us, at the beginning of the year hubby and I listed exactly what we would have liked from a new home and I set about manifesting it, and now I’m sat here in the very home of our dreams. I honestly can’t believe it. Am I dreaming? It was as predicted a really emotional goodbye to our previous home as I suppose lots of people moving home feel, but this was balanced out by the excitement of arriving at our new home. When I have more time I’ll be blogging about the experience of moving home, if only to reflect on everything for the boys and to tell them the story of our move. Flixster won’t remember his first home and birth place when he’s older so I just want him to have something to look back on.

Thank you universe.


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Moving Home

It’s already been over a week and a half since I last posted on my blog. Life just seems to get in the way. I have so many things I’d like to spend time writing about and documenting, but I never seem to be able to find the time.

I have a full time job and on the days I’m not in work I have Flickster to look after. I also volunteer as a peer supporter at the breastfeeding group each week so that takes up another morning. Then of course there are weekends, which are spent in a spin of washing, cleaning, family time, going out.

I must make more of an effort to spend just a little more time documenting life as a family. I want the boys to have their memories to look through in years to come and my blog is way of doing this.

The other thing of course that takes up a lot of our time at the moment is moving house. It’s really getting quite stressful as we move towards the date we are hoping to move into our forever home, with packing, putting things in storage and sorting through all the clutter there seems to be little time for me ever but I suppose thats standard for mums.

Once we are in the new house though, our forever home I will make more time for me and for making memories for the boys that they will have to treasure forever. But in the meantime I must remember this famous quote…


A house is made of bricks and mortar, a home is where memories are made. One of the biggest memories of our time in our current house, if not the biggest was my home birth. My second baby was born in our home, right there in our living room. He took his first breath as I lifted him from the water. The first thing he saw was my face in our front room. He decided to make his way earth side on that day in that place. How can I say goodbye to that place, knowing what happened there.IMG_3561

We bought this house in 2006, it was a new build so we are the only people who have every lived here. It was our first home together as a couple, we have grown together, got married, brought our first baby home here and Flixster was born here. This house holds many many memories for us. We are packing our physical belongings and taking our memories with us but the one thing I’m struggling to physically let go of is the place where the miracle of life and birth happened.

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While we are waiting for the last things to be tied up in terms of the house move, I’m preparing to say goodbye to one spot in particular that will always hold a place in my heart, my second babies birth space.


In order to keep his very special place marked I have written all his details on a piece of paper with the words “was born in this home”, folded it up and hidden it between the floorboards and the ceiling below upstairs. I know that it’s there and will probably be there now for a very long time to come. It has helped me get ready for saying goodbye to the special place.

So it’s with a heavy heart I will be saying goodbye but as the door closes on that chapter of our memories I’m ready to open the door on a wonderful bright future and turn the page to reveal the next chapter in our memory book.

I can’t wait!