E draws all the time at the moment. He freezes a picture on TV and draws it. He goes through google images and spend hours drawing one after another.
He reminds me of me at the same age. Drawing was my thing and I could spend a whole day doing just this.
For as long as I remember I have seen my dad drawing, painting, scribbling, doodling, sculpting… He is able to paint the smallest of details in a picture.
For a while my dad went through a phase of painting ships and generally in stormy seas like the one E is trying to reproduce in this picture. He picked it from the mantlepiece by himself and decided that, today, this was going to be his masterpiece.
E and V met their grandad for the very first time this Summer. They don’t know him, yet E is already developing a skill and passion of my dad’s and I can’t help wondering if this is something that has been passed on silently from one generation to another…
You know how life sometimes throws these things at you and you have no idea why? Well I am here sitting in a coffee shop waiting to have an interview to present a new TV program for a cable channel.
They are looking for a French mum and contacted me… ME! I mean it has never been written on my life plan that I should ever present a TV program. Of course, I am NOT yet presenting anything. I obviously have competition and maybe even from others who have that in their life plan.
The thing is, that just being given the opportunity to do this, just this, is awesome. One of those things I will one day be able to tell my grand children. The day I went to a casting for a TV presenter job and because I was asked to come. Not even because I applied.
I am not yet dreaming of having a personal chauffeur, a hairdresser and an agent (although I should make sure it is in the contract naturally, oh and a cook, a nanny and fitness instructor also).
So mum just so that you are relieved. No I haven’t bought a special bra for today sorry, BUT I have blow dried my hair like you said…
Which me luck!
I am an organised person *cough*
I try my hardest though, I certainly do.
It doesn’t prevent me from forgetting some details along the way, generally involving my children and their school’s requirement BUT I try.
When I was asked if I wanted to try The BIG Family School Year Diary from Mum’s office, I couldn’t not say yes, simply because I love a new diary and if it promises to keep me on track then I have to at least give it chance.
So I did give it a good one.
My first impression when I received it was WOW that’s errmm big. Like proper big, the size of an ipad which to me is big for a diary. I felt a bit like a Prime Minister when I started entering all of our life details in it.
When I say details, to give it its fair due, you can enter EVERYTHING in it.
From your kids shoe size, their blood group, the name and number of their best friends, enough lines for when they change best friends, to where you are planning to travel in the near future, your mobile numbers in case you lose your mobile (which came in very handy when my mobile suffered an injury over the Summer), the number of any service you may need to be in touch with at some point (you know, gardener, plumber, pizza delivery…) and more, a lot more.
It is good.
Is it for me? I am not sure. Yes you do have a column for each member of the family (unless your family count more than 5 people in it). Or if like us you stop at 4 (for now maybe!) then they suggest that you can use the fifth column for meal planning. That’s a very good idea indeed.
The biggest downsize as far as I am concerned is that I like my diary to be portable. Yet I still love nothing more than write new entries and I do love pen and paper, but this diary although you can’t fault it on the fact that it is very comprehensive, it is too big to be carried around.
I realised that I stopped using it after a little while simply because of that. However I am aware that this is to do with my lifestyle.
It is the perfect fit however, for any mum who want to be able to centralise everything related to a busy lifestyle without having to carry it around too much.
For the purpose of this review we were sent a free diary.
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Do I want a third child? Do I really? I have been obsessed with this idea for a couple of months. MONTHS! not days, minutes, no no, months.
I was going to write about it but I thought talking might help better so this is how it goes…
And then, as I was uploading it, I saw this on my video channel and that made my heart/head and all the rest even more confused! These babies were cute, weren’t they?!
This is a simple yet lovely idea inspired by a French blog that I have been reading for a little while called Un Blog, Une Maman.
The idea is to simply record what your children dream of becoming as they grow up and the years go by.
So here goes, E wants to become a Shop Owner or as he says a Shopper Homer and he will live on top of his shop with all of us, including our current neighbours and his girlfriend that he will never marry… We may be quite busy because we will sell everything in the world!
V will also be a shop owner but only because his brother bossed him into thinking this (which may be the reason for the face). Alternatively and when he is fed up of being bossed around by his brother he will be a Farmer. When asked why he just said because.
One thing he forgot to mention though is that he also also wants to be a Pirate Musketeer judging by what he is constantly impersonating.
See you next year for more When I grow up…
The boys change so much all the time, but at times they just cross roads and suddenly they are almost the same size, same hair colour, same glasses…
This is them right now
16 mths, 5cm, 1.5kg and 1/2 shoe size apart…
To say that this Summer has gone in the blink of an eye would be an understatement. We have been constantly busy and a lot of fun has been had by all of us.
This morning marked their first day back at school, E in Year 2 and V in Year 1. They have grown inches in the space of this Summer and if they haven’t practiced much reading, spelling, counting and writing, they have done tons of other things.
There have been the first sleepovers, more jumps in a pool that you would ever think possible, we watched storms from the safety of our home, we’ve had lots of late nights running wild with cousins, there was the crab fishing, the sandcastles making, tasting new food, tree climbing, poney riding, pirate treasure hunting, a Christening, caravaning…
As for me I suppose one of the biggest moments of my Summer would be seeing my dad for the first time in 10 years…
We’ve had fun. Lots of it.
This morning to stay true to my badge of the least organised mum of the year, I have managed to misplace a letter that said that V’s class could come in Mufti clothes, which resulted in him being one of the only 3 in uniform in the class (at least I am in competition for the badge). I also had to get confirmation of which one of the two year 1 classes he was in and I nearly forgot the time for pickup…
On the other hand I have paid their school dinner right on time (last night) which means they would have eaten lunch, so the essential is covered… *High five sister!*
And this was our Summer 2013…