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Flashback Friday – My little and lovely sis, Stacy

My little sister is 10 years younger than me. I remember mum being pregnant with her when I was at junior school and one of our topics was about how babies were born.
Mum came in to talk to my class and I loved it because it made me the centre of attention for a while.
Every day when I got to school they’d all ask if mum had had the baby yet and it made me feel special. I wasn’t very popular normally so having all that attention from kids who wouldn’t usually talk to me was wonderful!

When Stacy was born, mum brought her into school and all my class mates had a hold of her. Again, I was the centre of attention and I think it started off the bond between us. I helped mum change her nappies and feed her and sometimes I’d pretend she was my baby.

As she got older though, she got more annoying!! A fifteen year old doesn’t want her 5 year old sister tagging along when she wants to be out with her mates but mum and dad would sometimes make me take her with us.

Photo belongs to Lucy

This photo is proof! Bottom left, my friend Lucy then me waving, my friend Claire next to me and Stacy in the background.

One good thing about having a little sister was seeing her getting so excited when Christmas came around. It was great being in on the Santa secret with mum and I tried to keep her believing for as long as I could.
We’d all share a room on Christmas Eve and Stacy would giggle with excitement 🙂

We got on well for the most part but having to share a bedroom with a child, when I considered myself grown up was sometimes a nightmare difficult. I’d been allowed to decorate our room myself and after all my hard work, I wanted to keep it spotless all the time. Having a little sister touching and moving everything was very annoying and I’d always be complaining to mum about it.
It did sometimes have it’s advantages though and I have to apologise in advance to Stacy for the next part of the story! I still feel guilty about this and can’t believe I’m actually owning up to it but one night, when Stacy was about 5, there was a spider on the ceiling above my bed. I tried ignoring it but I couldn’t. I kept having to open my eyes to see if it was still there. All I could think was that it was going to be crawling over me in the night.
I got out of bed, picked up Stacy and put her in my bed. I got in hers and watched as the spider started to lower itself from the ceiling. I was so scared I couldn’t move at first.
Then I started to feel really bad about doing that to Stacy and I couldn’t cope with thinking of the spider crawling on her either but there was no way I was getting back into that bed so I got a towel out of the airing cupboard and tried hitting it away. It fell onto the the bed (the one with Stacy in it) and I let out a little scream (didn’t want mum or dad to know I was still awake when I should have been asleep) and dived under my covers.
I have no idea whether the spider crawled on her because I wasn’t brave enough to come out from under the covers and have a look where it was. I eventually fell asleep!

Sorry again Stacy…..I love you really!

When I moved out and started working crazy hours as a supervisor at a factory, Stacy would come and help keep my flat clean. During the busy half of the year, I’d be out of the house at 7.30am, seven days a week and wouldn’t get back home until 9.30pm Monday to Thursday and 5.30pm Friday to Sunday.
I’d be shattered when I got home and the housework suffered. I don’t know what I’d have done without our Stace.

She also helped me, along with my mum, during the hardest time of my life…..the first year of being a new, single mum. She’d take Aiden for walks and have him overnight when I felt like I couldn’t cope anymore. I really came to rely on her help and will be forever grateful to her.

She’s a mum herself now to four wonderful, gorgeous children and fiancee to Scott. She’s also step mum to Scott’s eldest daughter, Courtney (I haven’t put a photo of Courtney on as I don’t know her mum and don’t have permission).

Left: Stacy & our cousin Rachel. Middle: Stacy & Scott. Right: Stacy & her kids.

I adore my nephews and niece and wish I could see them more often.
We have them to stay for a week in the summer holidays and we all look forward to them coming to stay.

Bradley

 

Mason.

 

Lilymay
It’s Lilymay’s birthday today…..Happy Birthday beautiful. Hope you have the best day 😀 xxx

They all went through a tough time when the youngest, Nathan was born. He had a cleft lip and palate. It wasn’t picked up at any scans so it was a surprise for everyone. I was so proud of Stacy. She didn’t go to pieces (like I’m sure I would have done). She and Scott just got on with everything that needed doing and were so strong when Nathan had to go for his operation.

As well as looking after her four lovely children, she’s also our mum’s carer. Mum had to have another operation on her leg and has been in plaster for twelve weeks. She’s had to be there first thing in the morning before taking the kids to school, so she can do anything mum needs then she looks after her throughout the day.

Before I go, I want to share this last photo. It’s my favourite picture of Stacy; she was a bridesmaid for our aunt and she looks so pretty but very cheeky!

I love you loads sis and miss you all. See you very soon 😉 xxx

Flashback Friday – My other lovely brother, John

Despite being 4 years younger (and a boy!) John and I have always been close 🙂 One of the things I’ve always loved about him is his quick wit. He’s fast with the one liners and follows them up with a big cheeky grin.
For as long as I can remember, his nickname has been Chap (our surname is Chapman) and it was used so much by his friends that me, James and Stacy started using it and have carried on calling him Chap ever since!

As I was the eldest, and a bit very bossy I’d make him go and ask Mum & Dad or Nan-Nan if I wanted something. They said yes to him more often than they did to me (it’s one of those things kids just know….the youngest gets the better deal, the eldest is very hard done too!) and if he didn’t want to ask, I’d make him by trying to bribe him with something or I’d just put my bossiest big sister voice on and order him to do it. I took my role as the eldest very seriously and that meant I had power over the younger ones!

I’d make him go downstairs on Christmas Eve to see if Santa had been and one time, Mum and Dad were still watching tv, no signs of Santa anywhere. When John asked why Santa hadn’t been yet, Dad said, ‘you’ve only been in bed an hour, get back to bed!’ I think I also made James do this once or twice as well; I didn’t want to get told off if it wasn’t morning yet! (An hours sleep can feel like a full night to a child on Christmas!).

One of the worst things about being the eldest is getting the blame for what the younger ones do. Even though I have no proof, I have my suspicions and I’m sure I got in trouble for something John did once! I seem to remember having a conversation about this a couple of years ago and for the life of me, I can’t remember if I got a confession out of him or not.
If it turns out it was our Jay or Stacy who did it, I’ll apologise to Chap!
At our old house in Denby, we had an old fashioned pantry in the back room. Mum used to store all the tins and packets in there and one day she had a right go at me for opening a packet of jelly, taking a bite and putting it back on the shelf, leaving it open. I tried to tell her it wasn’t me but she wouldn’t believe me because she said I was the only one who could reach it.
None of the others came clean and up till a few years ago, it used to really bug me that no one believed me when I truly hadn’t done it.
I think Chap got a chair, put it in the pantry and climbed up to get the jelly!
I can laugh about it now but back then it I felt it was a huge injustice.
John, James and Stacy

I don’t remember much fighting or arguing between us although my Mum would probably disagree with that! From what I remember, we all got on quite well and spent a lot of time playing on our back garden.
My Dad kept pigeons and John used to love helping him feed them and he’d sometimes sit with him on a Saturday afternoon waiting for them to come home from a race.

I seem to remember we used to make mud pies quite often on that backyard, especially before the patio was put in. For some reason, I either can’t remember or never knew, a trench had been dug out where the patio was going to go and I think there was a pipe at the bottom. We used to play in the trench and scoop the mud out to make our pies. John and James would find worms to put in it and they’d leave it in the garden saying it was a pie specially for the birds!

One thing we all had in common was our love of Christmas, although what kid doesn’t!
I remember the year John got a Thunderbirds machine/toy thing. I have no idea what the name of it was but I remember he absolutely loved it. It opened up and had smaller machines inside. He played with that toy for years, along with his action men and toy cars.
He’s now in his thirties and has children of own. He’s married to the lovely Gemma, (I’m very lucky to have 2 sisters in law who I not only get on with, but genuinely really like. It’s great having more sisters!) who has 2 boys, George and Oliver from a previous relationship but who John classes as his own and who they class as their dad and together they have Alyssa. John also has an older daughter from a previous relationship. Her name is Chloe and she was born six weeks after my Aiden.
I’m sad that I don’t get to see her or the others as often as I’d like but hopefully I’ll get to see them on boxing day. I’m keeping my fingers crossed!
I’ve always been and will always continue to be proud of my brother 🙂
Love you Chap xxx
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Flashback Friday – My lovely brother, James

I’m going to do the next three Flashback Fridays about my lovely siblings, John, James and Stacy.

This is one of my younger brothers, James and as you can tell from this photo, he’s always been cheeky daft, as they say in Derbyshire!
I was 7 when James was born and to be honest, I can’t remember much from that time but I remember him being a toddler and he was a cutie!

For years, the only footwear he would wear was wellingtons. He started off with a green frog pair that my Auntie Joy sent for him. He’d often have them on the wrong feet but when you tried to make him change them he’d complain that if they were on the right feet, he wouldn’t be able to run as fast!
He got on well my other brother, John because there were only about 2 and a half years between them, John being the eldest of the two.
I remember they used to play with Action Man toys a lot and they had a plastic tank that Action Man would stand in and be pushed along.
The boys used to sit on the tank at the top of the drive and roll down to the bottom. It was very well made because it never broke and they did that for years!

James is nearly 30 now; he’s married to the lovely Kirsty, dad to the gorgeous Jake and beautiful Megan and it has to be said, he’s grown into a man any sister could be proud of. He works hard for his family (well he’ll get back to working hard for his family when he’s recovered from his recent shoulder operation) and is always willing to lend a helping hand to anyone who needs it.

I love my little brother and his family and can’t wait to see them all on Boxing day 🙂

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Flashback Friday… on a Monday!

With Christmas fast approaching, I’ve started to think about the people who are no longer with us but who live on in our hearts.

This is my wonderful Granddad at my aunt’s wedding. He died when Aiden was a baby and my heart still aches when I think about him. He was a kind and gentle man and I was lucky to have him while I was growing up. He married my Nan-nan after her first husband died, leaving her to raise six children alone, including the youngest, twin girls. He treated my mum and her siblings as his own and everyone in the family adored him.

I attribute my love of reading to him.
I remember being in infants school, just learning to read and I’d take my book to my Nan-nan’s when we’d visit at the weekend. My Granddad would listen to me read and would never fail to praise me and make me feel like I was the cleverest girl in my class.
I would make extra effort to learn more and more words during the week so I could show Granddad at the weekend. I started to love reading and it was further encouraged by my lovely godparents (I think my godfather is my Granddads son and his wife is my godmother) who would buy me a book for Christmas and birthdays. They always picked books that would feel magical to me and I wish I still had them.

Granddad played the organ and I used to love sitting and listening to him play; sometimes he’d sing along to the hymns he’d play and he had a lovely voice.

This was taken when I was little, it’s my dad and Granddad at our old flat.

I miss my Granddad so much and wish my children could have known him.

Flashback Friday 11/11/11

I’ve been absent from most of my blog hops since going on holiday. I’ve missed taking part in them so I decided today is the day I catch up!
Here’s my Flashback Friday and if you’d like to join in, click the pic 🙂

I came across this old photo that I had totally forgotten about and it brought back some wonderful memories.
Growing up, I lived in a small village. It seemed we knew everyone on the street and they all knew us. The grown ups would spend time each day sitting on the walls of the front gardens, drinking tea and having a natter while the kids played.
I don’t know if my memories of this time are all true because we moved from this street before I turned 8 but I have a feeling that life was quite relaxed back then. There was a great community spirit and this photo reminded me of that.
I used to look forward to the carnival and remember one year dressing up as ‘winter’ for our schools float.
On this photo, the Indian to the left is my Uncle Billy. I’m the little one on the back of the float, nearest Billy, looking at him. My mum is on the left, I’m not sure who is in the middle and I think her name was Rosie on the right.
I don’t recognise any of the children but I’m sure my mum will. I’ll have to ask her.
After parading round the streets, I think we’d end up at the Welfare which is the local working men’s club.
There would be stalls and games on the field and the people inside would play pool or just relax and have a chat with friends. It would be an all day celebration and I loved it.
I don’t think they do the carnival anymore which is a shame. Things like carnivals bring people together.
I’m sure if we started doing these community projects more, our sense of community would grow and we’d have more friends.
I used to feel like I totally belonged in that village and even when we moved to a neighbouring one, I was still treated as one of them.
I loved growing up where I did and I feel a bit sad that even after living here nearly 8 years, I feel like an outsider. I know it’s my own fault because I’m not very outgoing and don’t find it easy to be relaxed around people but still, it’s sad feeling like you don’t belong somewhere. I hope that with the girls being born here and Aiden growing up from when he was 3, they’ll all feel totally comfortable and part of the community.
I don’t think I ever will but I won’t dwell on it. I love our home, garden and family and as long as I’ve got those things, I’m happy 🙂

Flashback Friday Oct 21st – Aiden’s Birth Story

Aiden’s Birth Story

This is Aiden’s birth story, the eldest of my three wonderful children 🙂
I went two weeks overdue so the hospital arranged for me to be induced on Easter Sunday.
I had to be at the hospital early Sunday morning and my friend Jo was my birth partner. They induced me in the morning and I started getting contractions shortly after.

Gas & Air

I was on gas and air most of the day and I have to say I love that stuff! Don’t get me wrong, it didn’t take the pain away but what it did do was make it so that I didn’t really care about it!
To cut a long story short…..I spent all Sunday in labour but not progressing. By Monday morning I was shattered so agreed to have an epidural.
Around lunchtime, on Easter Sunday Aiden started getting distressed. They decided to do an emergency c-section because I still wasn’t dilated.

Not A Girl!

I hadn’t found out what I was having at my scans and was absolutely certain I was having a girl.
It was a shock when I had a boy and Jo said (even though I can’t remember any of this!) I answered ‘Jasmine’ when they asked what I was calling him!
Jo said, ‘Shell, it’s not a girl, it’s a boy’ and I was like, ‘errrm, I can’t remember what name I’d picked for a boy!’.
The first one that came into my head was Aiden so that’s what I blurted out! Luckily, I love the name and didn’t change it when I got home and looked in the baby name book to see that I’d picked Bradley John if I had a boy.

Aiden's birth story - me and Aiden

C-Section

The c-section wasn’t the best thing I’d ever gone through. I was still in pain and able to move my legs so I still think that they didn’t give me enough epidural. The doctor was getting stressed with me because I was crying and trying to move and the nurse kept giving me gas and air and morphine.

Jo left not long after the surgery was over because she was shattered as well. She’d been awake for a day and a half. I was a bit emotional when she left. It was scary being left on my own. I didn’t say anything to her because I felt guilty. She’s since told me off numerous times for saying it was fine for her to leave when I wasn’t being totally honest!

All in all, it wasn’t a bad first birth experience and I’ve now got a wonderful, sweet, caring, kind 11-year-old who I adore, as do his sisters 🙂 most of the time when they’re not arguing!

Aiden and Ella

 Missed Being Pregnant

I loved having my new baby but I was surprised to find myself feeling a bit sad because I missed being pregnant! The kicks and feeling the baby move were what I missed the most but I also missed going to the midwife appointments and hearing the heartbeat.
The first midwife appointment I went to was the best. I was so excited but nervous at the same time. When she got out the pregnancy wheel and asked me the date of my last period, time seemed to slow and it took ages for her to tell me what my due date was!

It was 5 years before I’d get pregnant again. KayCee’s birth story and Ella’s Birth Story

Flashback Friday Oct 14th – KayCee’s Birth Story

KayCee’s Birth Story

Another birth story, this time it’s KayCee’s birth story from 2005. It didn’t go as smoothly as Ella’s and if you’re squeamish, or pregnant (or both!) you may not want to read it.

I remember being pregnant for the first time and worrying about every little thing I read in other people’s birth stories. I just wanted to put a little warning out there before you read!

Baby KayCee - KayCee's birth story

Waters Broke In The Middle Of The Night

My waters broke and I went into labour naturally with KayCee in the middle of the night. This was a new experience for me as I’d been induced with Aiden.

I spent most of the day on gas and air but things didn’t progress and KayCee started getting distressed. They decided to do an emergency c-section and I got whisked away to get ready for surgery.

Surgery

They seemed to be taking forever to get the epidural in. They finally did it and things seemed to happen really fast afterwards.

Soon than I expected, they were lifting my gorgeous little up girl up to meet me. When they told me we had a girl I just cried. I was so happy. Ant held her while they sorted me out and a while later we went to the ward.

Blisters From Sucking Her Hands

I couldn’t stop looking at her. She sucked her fingers all the time and we noticed some little blister like marks, one on each hand near the thumb. We mentioned it to the midwife and she said it was where KayCee had sucked her hands when she was inside me. They were worried that they might get infected so they put her on antibiotics.

It was a nightmare trying to get her to take the medicine until a lovely midwife on the night shift showed me how to make it easier.

She squirted the medicine into a new teat (the ones they provide for the bottles of formula) and put the teat into KayCee’s mouth. She sucked straight away and in a few seconds, the medicine was gone. I was very impressed!

 

Broken Needle

I was a little dazed and my memory isn’t the greatest but I think it was a short while later when the head anaesthetist came to see me, accompanied by the anaesthetist who had done my epidural.

They came to tell me about a complication that had happened when they were trying to get my epidural in;
the needle had broken in my back and the piece that had broken off was still in there.

Nobody had told me at the time because they didn’t want to distress me while they were doing the surgery.
The anaesthetist who did it looked worried like he thought I was going to shout at him or something.

Ant and I both assured him that we totally understood he wasn’t at fault. There was nothing he could have done to stop it happening and his job was made harder by me being so overweight so we didn’t blame him at all.

Visitors

We had some visitors while we were in, one of them being Jonathan, Ant’s eldest son from his first marriage. Luckily, he was in the country and came to see us; (he’d been in Australia and is now teaching English in China) it was lovely to see him because, with all his travelling, we don’t get to see him much.

 

Jonathan and KayCee - KayCee's birth story

X-Rays & Pain

I spent the next couple of days being x-rayed and scanned, trying to find the needle so the back surgeon could go in and get it out.
I remember being very scared when they wheeled me away from Ant and into the theatre. He didn’t have to look after KayCee while I was in surgery as they’d sent her to the special care baby unit so Ant could be with me.

All I remember after that is thinking that I’d never felt pain like it in my life, ever.

Every single part of me seemed to be screaming in pain and I woke up crying. I was in the high dependency unit and if I remember right, I think I had a male nurse, who was really lovely. I can’t remember what he looked like but I remember he kept trying to make me smile.

Cut The Clothes

They wanted to get me changed at one point, I don’t remember why but I know I had my own clothes on, pyjamas I think and when they tried to move me, I told them to just cut the clothes, I didn’t care about them at all. I just couldn’t stand being moved.
I think I was on the HDU overnight but my memory is really sketchy!

When I could move again, I got Ant to describe the dressing on my back. He said it was a see-through sticker but he couldn’t see the wound because it was full of blood.
I was let home after a few days.

They gave me an appointment to go back to see the surgeon who had removed the needle so he could check the wound and sign me off to the care of my doctor.

I had the dressing on for a week in total and it felt horrible. I was so relieved to have it taken off!
The surgeon was pleased with the wound so signed me off and instructed me to see the nurse at my doctor’s.

Wound Problems

As I sat back in the car to go home, it felt like a tap had been switched on and the water was running down my back. I got Ant to have a look and he said it looked like the wound was opening.
To cut a very long story short, the wound did come open and it took six weeks to heal. It had to be dressed daily by the nurses from my doctor’s surgery.

They came to my home every day for 4 weeks then I went to the surgery every day for the next 2 weeks.

I shudder to think how much my treatment cost. The dressings they used cost between £25 and £40 each depending on the size. They were special dressings to collect all the fluid that was leaking from the wound all the time and sometimes it leaked that much Ant had to change the dressings more than once a day.

Depressed

If I’m honest, those 6 weeks were really hard for me. I found it hard to bond with KayCee because I couldn’t do things for her without someone having to help me and I kept getting depressed because I had to rely on Ant for everything.

He never once complained and hugged me when I cried and blubbered that I felt guilty because I couldn’t do anything. It felt like it was never going to end.

The day the nurse said I didn’t need to go anymore was one of the best days of my life! I could finally start looking after my baby properly.

The Internet

Even though she was my second baby, it didn’t stop me worrying about silly stuff, especially with having a 5-year gap. There was one difference those 5 years had brought though…. the internet! I didn’t have a computer when Aiden was a baby.
If I was worried about something I had to wait to see the healthcare worker or phone my mum!

If I was worried about anything when KayCee was a baby I could Google it! Information for colic, nappy rash and infant hiccups was readily available. I also had Ant to reassure me when I was worrying needlessly about things. He’d had plenty of practice, after all, KayCee being his 10th child!

Kellyann and KayCee - KayCee's birth story
Kellyann & KayCee, Ant’s daughter from his first marriage. She was in the RAF at the time so we didn’t get to see her much either. As you can see, they adored each other from very early on!

 

My dad and KayCee - KayCee's birth story
My dad 🙂

I’m left with a scar but surprisingly, it’s gone quite small considering the size of the wound.
All in all, it was a stressful time but our gorgeous, smart, wonderful KayCee was worth it all 🙂

KayCee

 

KayCee and Ella

Here’s Aiden’s birth story and Ella’s birth story.

Flashback Friday 7th Oct – Ella’s Birth Story

Ella’s Birth Story

I missed last weeks Flashback Friday because I’d just started with this chest infection and had had a sleepless night.
I’m slowly getting better and seeing as I love the Flashback Friday idea, I decided to go searching through my pictures again.
We have thousands of pictures on the server but unfortunately, it’s poorly again so I’m relying on my uploaded pictures on Facebook 🙂
I’ve been meaning to write my birth stories for a while and today is as good a day as any. This is Ella’s birth story. Don’t worry, I’ll try to leave out any gory bits!

Baby Ella - Ella's birth story

Elective C-Section

I’m starting with the last birth, first, because it’s the freshest. Although it was 4 years ago and my memory isn’t the greatest so I’m not sure exactly how accurate it’s going to be.
Ella was due in the middle of August. We’d decided to have an elective c-section after both my other pregnancies ended in emergency sections.
The date for Ella’s birth was set for August 8th, just under a week after KayCee’s 2nd birthday.

I was a bit upset that I was never going to experience a natural birth (that was then…I totally got over that when I watched some very painful births on youtube the other week!!) as we’d decided this was definitely our last baby, but the whole process was very calm and relaxed which made it a lovely experience.

Early Morning

We arrived early in the morning I think and had to wait until the afternoon for the surgery. Time drags when you’re waiting in hospitals and it certainly seemed to take a very long time before anything started to happen.
We were looking forward to finally finding out if we had a boy or a girl. Neither of us wanted to know beforehand, we liked the surprise 🙂

I was a bit nervous about the needle in my back and if you come back next week to read about KayCee’s birth, you’ll understand why!
However, this one didn’t hurt too much and before we knew it, they were lifting Ella out and showing her to us for the first time.

Confusion!

When I saw her little face, I breathed in sharply with shock. I got confused for a split second because she looked exactly like KayCee when they lifted her out and it was like I’d been taken back in time. They told us we had a girl and I was so happy KayCee had a baby sister.
I was also happy for Ant, having another daughter after he and his first wife lost 2 of their 3 girls and we had 6 boys between us. We’d have been happy with a boy, obviously, but it was nice to have another girl.

Ant and baby Ella - - Ella's birth story

Home

We only had to stay in a couple of days. I was so pleased when they let us go home early because even though they looked after us really well, I just wanted to go home to my other babies.

Big Sister

Four years on, our beautiful Ella brings joy to our lives daily. She adores her sister and thinks she can do anything KayCee does.
She potty trained herself when she saw KayCee wasn’t wearing nappies anymore. One day she just used the potty without any prompting from us and carried on using it.
A few weeks later, she decided she didn’t want to wear a nappy at night anymore. KayCee didn’t wear one so she didn’t want to. She didn’t have any accidents at all! She’s only wet her bed once when she was a bit older and she was poorly. She was so upset when she came to tell me her bed was wet. She even said she’d never done it before and she cried a little 🙁

No Stabilisers

Her latest, ‘do-it-yourself’ trick was to get her dad to take her stabilisers off her bike because KayCee had recently learned to ride her bike without them and now Ella’s teaching herself how to ride without stabilisers!

She’s wonderfully cheeky and we all adore her 🙂

4-year-old Ella - - Ella's birth story

 

Ella with her dolls - - Ella's birth story

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Flashback Friday 23 Sep

I love this photo of our little princess, KayCee. She was on her way to a princess party and was a little nervous at being left there on her own.
Her sister, Kellyann, bought her the silver shoes and lent her the shawl and bag and her dress is the one she wore when she was a bridesmaid at my brother’s wedding. She was 2 when they got married and the dress went down to the floor. She was 4 on this photo; she’s 6 now and she can still get the dress on! She loves it and wears it 2 or 3 times a week.
Ella also loves it and they tend to argue over who will get to wear it.

She had a lovely time at the party and didn’t want to come home 🙂

A short flashback friday today…lots to do!
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Flashback Friday

I read a post about Autumn earlier this week and I started getting excited about it’s arrival and also that of Christmas 🙂 I love autumn and winter. I don’t like being cold but I do love wearing my fur lined boot slippers and big snuggly cardigan.
When they come out of storage, I start to feel Christmasey! It won’t be long now, my feet are a little chilly and I may just have to get the throw from the back of the chair to cover them up for a bit.
I came across this photo while looking for something else and thought it would be the perfect photo for my Flashback Friday post.

This was taken in January this year so not too far back but I remember going into the garden and seeing this stunning view. I just had to go back and get my camera. Looking at this photo, I can feel the freezing cold air on my face, feel the pain as it took my breath away if I tried to breathe in too deeply.
I wrapped my cardi tighter round my body and just stood for a moment, taking it all in.
We’d had quite heavy snow in December and I got great pictures but even the beauty of the snow (which just happens to be my favourite weather ever!) didn’t compare to the way the trees looked on that day.

I can’t wait for winter/snow/Christmas and I’m starting to get a little excited thinking about it!
Let’s hope (although I know my husband and Father in law won’t agree….mind you, they do have to drive in it while I don’t!) we have lots of snow this Christmas and more opportunities to take photos like these 🙂
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