When we first viewed our house over 8 years ago (yikes!) I fell in love from the moment I walked through the door. Of all the houses we had seen this one just felt like home. We put in an offer, it was rejected, and I was devastated. A couple of months later though, we were contacted by the estate agent and told the offer on the house I loved had fallen through, and would we be interested in placing another offer? We were… we did, and two months later we moved in with our first baby due to arrive a few weeks later! What’s meant to be, will be.
Yesterday it rained and it didn’t stop. Today it’s still bucketing down, and the forecast isn’t looking good for the rest of the week. So it looks like we’ll get to do a lot of baking over the next few days, rainy days are baking days after all!
I asked Ross if he could bake any kind of cake today what would it be? His answer was a chocolate cake with toffee in the middle and icing on top. That would probably be my answer too if I was eight.
Summer holidays… I absolutely love, love, love them! Family time, beach time, lazy days, eating out, all of these things for me equal bliss. People live for them all year round and this year for us was no exception. We’d worked hard and now we could enjoy a recharging two weeks basking in the sun together in Port de Pollença, Majorca.
About six months ago my two ‘toddlers’ started sharing a bedroom. I’m calling them toddlers now as my twelve month old started walking last week - we’ve hit another milestone!
The age gap between them is beginning to feel smaller and smaller, so much so that they now feel more like twins. I know what you’re thinking. “That must be hard.” But no, I’m definitely finding it a lot easier.
