It was number four’s birthday this week and probably the highlight of his day was the fact that his Dad took a whole day off for him.
My husband works long hours so when he is around the children relish every moment with his biggest fan being number four.
He got a wonderful new gokart for his birthday and we took it up to our local aerodrome to try it out. Whist we were there my husband and son clambered on top of the disused air raid shelters and with some wonderful lighting I managed to capture a few shots that I have fallen in love with as much as I love these two.
My Dad has had some time off over Christmas and decided he wanted us all to take a trip to East London to revisit his birthplace.
I remember trips there as a young girl and have driven through over the years but have not had a proper visit for a very long time.
We started at Spitalfields Market where my Dad had worked as a young boy. It was nothing as he remembered; in place of all the fruit and veg stalls and wholesalers there are now trendy shops and restaurants in their place.
My husband was the king of bartering and managed to get a bargain on a beautiful fur coat and some ornaments for my Mum whist we were there so they were welcome changes for me!
My Dad lived and spent a lot of his time on Brick Lane which is now a hive of hip and trendy shops, cafes and restaurants again a far cry from the years my Dad had spent there as a youth. The roads are full of fabulous street art that is now one of its iconic features.
We went to stop at Pellici cafe where my Uncle had worked on a market stall right outside of and my Mum and Dad had many trips to when they were courting. It was also a regular haunt for the infamous Kray twins. Unfortunately it was shut for Christmas so we made our way down to have pie and mash.
I love pie and mash washed down with a strong cup of tea but the kids were far less impressed with this traditional East End meal!
When I was a child we always passed the Museum Of Childhood and never visited no matter how much I begged. As an adult I know had the upper hand and went to have a look with my own little ones.
They got to look at lots of toys from over the years and got to get hands on with the activities set up around the museum.
My Dad had mixed feelings about making a return as things had changed so much over the years but it was lovely to show the children where my Dad had lived, gone to school and spent many a happy year growing up.
For anyone that knows me they will know that one of my top summer activities is visiting village fairs. I love the feeling of stepping back in time and the simple fun of things like the coconut shy, lucky dips and tombolas.
With the last Bank Holiday upon us we set off to visit the Donkey Derby in Godstone, Surrey. It was everything I love about a village fair, lots of stalls to browse, cream tea tents, Punch and Judy and the added bonus of the donkey races.
The children loved picking a donkey to cheer long and watched them race over the finish line. They sat mesmerised at the Punch and Judy show and had a couple of rides on the monkey swings.
We had our obligatory cream tea under canvas while the children tried their hand at hand spinning and now know where the song ‘wind the bobbin up’ comes from.
The highlight of number five’s day was the ornate wooden organ that he stood by for ages dancing to and popping pennies into the pot.
It was a lovely way to round off the summer holidays and now roll on the Christmas markets.
Between the hours of around six to eight in this house there is a complete meltdown and the children all turn into tantruming, moany demons.
It starts with mealtime. The older ones switch to “Kevin and Perry ” mode and look at their meal like I have served up pond water whilst the younger ones cover every available surface with theirs.
Once I have bribed them to eat what I can then comes the painstaking process of trying to clean the bomb site of the kitchen whist trying to brake up several argument that are being caused by over tired, ratty children.
Next on the agenda is bathtime. The youngest ones will generally flood the entire bathroom every evening and then whale like mad when it’s time to get dressed. Followed by a night long battle to get my water phobic teenagers anywhere near a bar of soap!
Bedtime begins with the older ones trying every trick in the book to get to stay up that little bit longer. They all of a sudden become wonderfully helpful children that offer to do any chores they can think of to get a few minutes more downstairs. Number three’s favourite is to bribe me with a foot rub, which to be honest normally works. It’s a constant stream of running up and down the stairs with the youngest two with the usual screaming, crying, toilet and water requests.
After my blood pressure had shot through the roof and I’ve sprouted a few more grey hairs, I look at their little faces all calm and peaceful and all is forgiven until tomorrow night!
Children are a challange at every age. Sleepless nights with newborns, tantrums with toddlers, strops and arguments with teenagers; but none of us would have it any other way.
Children growing is a learning curve for both the children and parents. They are experiencing things for the first time as we are as parents.
With my eldest turning 18 next month I can say that we have taken on every challange along the way and both got lots of them wrong!
I’m sure there are many more challenges to come but for the most part we have got through all the big milestones together and they given us the parent/daughter relationship we have today and I wouldn’t have it any other way X
Since starting my blog I have found a new found love of photography. I have even been looking into course to really get to know what I’m doing.
I had even considered a bit of a career change into photography.
That was until I tried to take some special pictures of the kids for Fathers Day!
Number one and two outright refused number fours came out ok, and as you can see number three and five were a disaster!!
Trying to get number five to sit like an angel whilst holding a card was never really going to happen and the bright idea of number two lying on the floor to depict her flying away with a balloon looked more like I should have been drawing a chalk line around her!!
I had better get on that course and hope for some better ones next year!