Pumpkin Picking at Pickwell Farm

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Last year was our first time going to pick our own pumpkin and Max loved it so much he asked to do it again! I was amazed that he'd remembered doing it, but since I loved it too, how could I refuse? We usually head to Garson's PYO farm in Esher for things like this, but I'd heard great things about Pickwell Farm in Hampshire, so we decided to make a trip of it and head down. We arrived and it was clear that pumpkin picking has now become a big hit in this country - it was really busy! We collected our wheelbarrow from the entrance and wheeled our way out to the field. I loved the little walk out ...

Exploring Cornwall’s Beautiful Gardens – Trebah Gardens

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Anyone who reads my blog knows that I absolutely love a big garden to explore. They're perfect places for us to enjoy as a family - I love getting outside and seeing all the beautiful flowers and drawing inspiration for our own garden, and Max loves to dart down every path, exploring. The unique climate in Cornwall means that there are so many beautiful gardens to explore, and with each trip we make we're ticking more off the list. Our favourite discovery of this trip was Trebah Gardens which I can't recommend enough if you're visiting Cornwall.   Trebah Gardens I'd been  recommended Trebah as a great place for families, and was drawn in by the exotic planting and the promise of the ...

Living Arrows 42/52

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You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth – Kahlil Gibran   We love our now annual trip to the pumpkin patch! Max was determined to pick out the best 'Max sized' pumpkin that he could pick up and hold, and he found the perfect one! I love this shot of him, he was so chuffed with it!  

From a toddler to a little boy…

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Do you ever feel like life has just shifted up a gear and suddenly everything is just whizzing by? Since Ben has come along, I swear Max has changed into a little boy right before my eyes. I've missed all those little changes and all of a sudden he's all little boy and there's nothing remotely toddler-like about him. It hit me full in the face this week when we visited a local soft play that I've been meaning to take him to for ages. Like most sane people, I'm not normally a fan of soft play. It's just something that you sometimes have to endure on a rainy day, when the memory of the previous awfulness has faded and you ...

Postcards from St Ives

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  When it came to planning where we wanted to go on holiday this year, there was no question. We took Max to St Ives in Cornwall for his first little holiday when he was just 7 weeks old and we had an amazing time. So much so that we've returned many times - we love making memories down there, and so it was an easy choice for this year's holiday. We wanted to introduce Ben to one of our favourite places and make new memories as a family of four.     There's something so special about St Ives; the light, the beaches, the laid back vibe. It's easy to see why so many people return year on year. And I love it ...

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You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth – Kahlil Gibran   Wearing wellies and jumping in puddles is one of those quintessential childhood activities, isn't it. Just look at Peppa Pig! But for so long, Max has missed out on that joy, as he has adamantly refused to wear wellies. It's taken until the age of 3.5 for him to experience this and I'm so pleased that he's finally enjoying it! We had a short break in Cornwall recently, which I plan to write all about this week, but for now, here is a snapshot of Max's very first puddle jump!  

To Infinity and Beyond! A Toy Story Party with The Disney Store

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Max's birthday was back in April and I thought I'd escaped throwing him a party. The thought of a bunch of 3 year olds running riot when I was 6 months pregnant just wasn't appealing, and as Max didn't seem to be bothered, we decided that we'd make his party next year really special instead. But just a month after his birthday he started asking us to have a party - and suddenly he seemed to have cottoned on to everything that happens at a party, despite only having been to one in his life. "Max have party... my friends come... have cake... play games?" I was starting to feel all the guilt! So when The Disney Store got in touch ...

Living Arrows 39/52

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You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth – Kahlil Gibran   We missed out on throwing Max a birthday party when he turned 3 back in April, but last week we had a little party with his cousins and we invited my blogger friends Laura (Dear Bear and Beany) and Gemma (Life is Knutts) and their lovely children. The kids all had such a fun time together, and I absolutely love this photo of Max after he'd eaten one of Gemma's yummy blue cupcakes - he thought it was hilarious! I'll be sharing the full blog post about the party tomorrow, but I love this little taster!  

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You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth – Kahlil Gibran   I always think that the thing that being a parent has taught me more than anything else is discovering the joy in the little things. We had a trip to Nymans on the way down to Brighton last week and Max was overjoyed at discovering a little piece of Christmas tree on the ground. It really is the little things sometimes!  

Life lately…

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We're through the newborn haze now. We've passed the 12 week mark, and we've definitely settled into life as a family of four. And yet you may have noticed, the blogging has taken a bit of a back seat. Sure, I've posted a few days out, and some reviews, but those are the easy posts, the ones that write themselves. And there's a simple reason for that. I'm tired. I'm so tired. And that's boring to read about - you don't fully understand the tiredness unless you're living it, and even then, it's boring. But the tiredness gives you that fogginess to your thought process; the feeling that you're wading through treacle; that feeling of blankness when you come to put pen to paper ...