The Weekend in Pictures

Monday again! Hope you’ve all had a good start to the week. I can’t believe how fast the days are whizzing past. Next week is half term and I have yet to sort out any childcare for the two days I will be working. Better get my skates on!

We had a lovely weekend – busy but relaxing at the same time! A great combination of gardening, kids activities and a bit of ‘me’ time, plus the weather was glorious which always helps!

IMG_7005

{Clemmie and I gave the playhouse its annual spring clean. It could do with a lick of paint but at least we got rid of all the cobwebs.}

IMG_7006

{Cameron came back from his school trip late on Friday afternoon and then had to be up for a football tournament at 8.30 the next morning. Four hours later he was tired but happy to be on the winning team!}

IMG_7008

{I may not have made it to Bruges but my lovely friends still brought back some chocolate for the children.}

IMG_7007

{One of the nice things about sunny weather is that it makes healthy food seem more appealing! On Saturday I made a simple prawn pasta dish topped with rocket and sundried tomatoes.}

IMG_7026

{On Sunday my friend and I took the train up to London, sans husbands and kids, to visit the Glamour of Italian Fashion exhibition at the V&A.}

IMG_7010

{A quick drink in the outdoor cafe before we went to see the exhibition.}

IMG_7024

{We rounded off the day with cocktails and a light dinner at Zuma in Knightsbridge. The perfect end to a great weekend!}

 

 

 

Too Cool for School

Clemmie in pink hat

{Ready for school?}

One of the interesting things about living in a different country to the one where you were born and spent your early years, is that it gives you a great platform for comparison. For instance, in my view, people in England are more tolerant and prepared to poke fun at themselves than their Swedish counterparts. On the other hand Sweden has cleaner air and more green spaces and things like public transport tend to run more efficiently. I could go on and on, but the purpose of this post is to talk about one difference between the two nations and that is how the education system works. In Sweden the school intake is determined by the calendar year a child was born in, from January onwards. As I was born in October I was one of the youngest in my year, not one of the oldest as I would have been here in the UK where the reception class intake includes all children who turn four before September 1 of that school year. However, the big difference is that I started school just before my seventh birthday, not just after my fourth birthday as my daughter is expected to do this coming September. I should point out that the system in Sweden has changed slightly since I lived there and children now start in Year 0 (equivalent to Reception) the year that they turn six (although it is not statutory schooling at this stage and parents do not have to apply for permission if they want to take their kids out of school for holidays etc)

In the last year I have had major reservations about my daughter starting school so young. With my boys it was never really an issue as they were born in late October and early November respectively and were almost five when they started in Reception. It seems almost absurd that my daughter and her cousin, who lives in Sweden and is only six months younger, will be three school years apart. As my sister’s daughter is born in January she will be six and a half when she starts school in 2017, the same year that Clemmie moves up to year 3 at the Junior School, having already completed three years at infant school!

Despite being a third child, Clemmie seems younger than her brothers did at the same age. Careful and shy until she gets to know people, she finds new situations like birthday parties incredibly daunting, preferring to sit close to me rather than joining in. On a more personal level, I really feel like I am making great headway in bringing her up to be bilingual and I know that as soon as she starts school, English will start to take over as she will be expected to ‘read’ books and do homework pretty much from the start.

I have looked into other options, such as enrolling her at the American school that I went to as their formal education starts later, but with two other school age children, logistically speaking it is just not possible. In Ireland, parents of children born between May-August can decide if they want their child to start school just after their fourth or fifth birthday. It seems that England is slowly moving in the same direction and after reading this article on the BBC News site I thought it was worth asking about the possibility of deferring Clemmie’s school place for another year. This afternoon I met with the head teacher at the local school and spoke to her about my concerns. She has promised to check the rules for deferment requests with the council and get back to me next week. I know it is only a very slim possibility but if there is any way that I can keep her in preschool and at home with me for a year longer I will definitely take it.

Part of me does wonder if I only feel like this because I know that, for us, living in another country with a different approach to early years education is not a far-flung fantasy but an option that we could easily have chosen. The majority of the people around me seem pretty happy to accept the status quo but whether that is because they are actually happy about it or because they have never been presented with any other viable alternatives is another question.

A Weekend of Misery

tomorrow

Apologies in advance that there will be no positive vibes emanating from this blog today. This has been the most miserable weekend for a very, very long time. As I type this I am really meant to be wandering the streets of Bruges with four of my lovely girlfriends, taking in the sights, going on a river boat, visiting cute little shops and occasionally stopping for a coffee, Belgian waffles and of course sampling some of the yummy chocolate that Belgium is so famous for. Alas, it was not to be. On Wednesday, Clemmie came down with a tummy bug and I should have known then that of course I would be next in line. I won’t go into too much detail but suffice to say that I went to bed on Thursday night with my suitcase packed, passport and Euros in my handbag only to be woken in the very early hours by the most terrible stomach cramps and spending pretty much the rest of night in the bathroom.

Yesterday all day was spent in bed and I was too ill to really do much apart from sleep and listen to the radio. Today I feel a little bit better but now it has really hit home that I have missed my very first weekend away with friends since the kids were born (I have been away for the odd night a couple of times and also some work trips when Cameron was little but not a proper girlie weekend) and I just feel so sad and angry. I did contemplate trying to change my ticket to join the others today but, having not eaten anything since Thursday evening, I just don’t have the energy to negotiate three train journeys by myself.

My husband and kids have been very sweet (although the boys are terribly disappointed that I won’t be bringing back chocolate for them) and I’m well looked after but I just can’t shake the feeling of misery at the moment. But as the quote says, tomorrow IS another day and hopefully there will be other opportunities for weekend breaks coming my way in the future.

I hope you are all having a much, much better weekend than me. X

A Family Outing to Osterley Park & House

Osterley House 2

I know I’ve said it before, but we are lucky to have so many amazing places filled with history on our doorstep. Last Monday was a Bank Holiday so we grabbed our National Trust cards and drove down to Osterley Park and House, near Isleworth in Middlesex. A huge imposing Georgian mansion, dating back to the 1780s and surrounded by the most stunning gardens, it is one of the last surviving country estates in London. We had a quick coffee and snack in the stables tea room and then set off exploring the house and the colourful formal gardens.

It’s funny, both my husband and I can remember being dragged to visiting these places as children and while our own kids may not love all of it (the guided tour of the house springs to mind!) they do enjoy roaming the grounds, playing hide and seek and climbing trees. Hopefully, in years to come these outings will also give them some appreciation of this country’s history and culture that they in turn can share with their own children.

Osterley House 1

{I love the sweeping staircase}

Osterley Garden 4

{A beautiful summer house}

Cameron jumping

{Jumping high}

Casper jumping

{And there goes the next one}

Clemmie flowers

{Every corner of the garden was bursting with colour}

Osterley Garden1

{I seem to have developed an affinity for taking pictures of flowers – unlike the children they stay in one place!}

Osterley Garden 3

{Gorgeous tulips}

Osterley Garden2

{I wish I could have brought this flower pot back to my garden}

Osterley Garden 5

{A short rest before the next game of hide and seek}

Mission Clutter Control

df045a6a68eda4935baf67f919e09730

{Picture Source}

Any illusion that I am nearing a more minimalist clutter-free way of life were brutally shattered over the weekend when we embarked on mission Loft Clearout. There is an NCT sale* in our village next weekend so my husband and I decided that, now that the baby days are behind us, it would a good opportunity to sell some of the toys and clothes that have been lurking in the loft for far too long. Only I hadn’t realised just how much stuff was residing up there – seriously, it is a wonder the ceiling hasn’t caved in under the weight of it all. So there we were, the children and I, standing on the first floor landing while my husband chucked down bags and boxes through the loft cavity for us to catch. At first it was kind of fun seeing all these long forgotten things again, but when the bags and boxes just kept on coming, I started to feel slightly alarmed – I know a good clear out has been long overdue but this was something else. Before long the kids and I were standing on the only small patch of clear flooring left, pushed up against the ladder with boxes and zip-up bags, as well as big bulky plastic toys, a rocking horse and a travel cot, taking up the rest of the space and blocking all the bedroom doorways. It was dusty too, as would be expected since no one ever cleans the loft. In the end, we counted 12 zip-up bags crammed full of baby and toddler clothes, five big boxes of toys and all the other bits, including no less than five cot mobiles (all in good working order so why we have so many I have no idea!).

Now I am faced with the mammoth task of dividing it all into three different piles for selling, giving to charity or keeping (only those very special pieces that I can’t bear to part with – I plan to whittle this down to one smallish box – wish me luck!). Upstairs is still a mess – to clear the landing so we can actually get into our bedrooms I have moved everything into our room and the boys’ rooms so the poor things now have to climb over umpteen boxes to get to their beds. I never thought of myself as a hoarder but now I am not so sure. I guess it’s true that however much space you have, the tendency is to fill it up. It was easier to just send everything up to loft to be dealt with at some later stage – out of sight, out of mind! – so the boxes kept on accumulating. Now that we’re planning to convert the loft into a bedroom, we will have to think a lot harder about what we hold onto, and frankly, I’m pleased. There is something about having so much stuff that you don’t use or plan on using in the near future, that makes me feel very uneasy.

My eldest son is ten years old now and while lots of clothes were passed down to his younger siblings, his brother was a bigger baby and his sister was born in the summer so some of the items had not seen the light of day for over a decade! If I leave the next clear out for another ten years, he will probably have left home by the time I get around to it. So I’m determined to try and stay on top of it and the trick seems to be little and often when it comes to decluttering.

*Any UK mums will probably be familiar with these ‘good as new sales’ run by the National Childbirth Trust.

declutter_life_2

As I am obviously in no position to offer tips myself here is a useful guide that I found on the blog We Only Do This Once – to read the full article click here.

Start small – Pick one small section of a room to start with, whether it’s a chest of drawers or a kitchen cupboard

Stay motivated – If you declutter consistently it will become a habit. Don’t get obsessive, try to keep it to 15 minutes a day

One area at a time – Tempting as it may be, don’t move onto another area until the first one is finished

Limit your time spent – Set the timer and give yourself half an hour to clear out one small section

Make it a routine – Set a regular schedule for decluttering that works for you and your lifestyle

Make piles – As you go along sort the stuff into piles for keeping/giving away/garbage/selling etc

Organize – Once you’ve whittled down your possessions make sure each one has a home

Take breaks often and stay chill
 

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter Collage

{Some of the Easter decorations in our house including the Swedish style Easter eggs which are now filled with sweets and little toys}

The children and I are going on a little egg hunt with the neighbours before lunch with the in-laws but I just wanted to wish you all a very happy Easter Sunday. I hope the Easter Bunny is very generous! X

A Slice of History on our Doorstep

It is very easy to take the things that are on your doorstep for granted. Although central London and all it has to offer in terms of history, culture and entertainment is only a short train ride away, there are still many places we haven’t taken the kids to see. Yesterday we decided to play tourists in our own city and visit the Tower of London as a family. I last went there as a 12-year-old on a school trip but the kids had never been and, amazingly, neither had my husband despite being born and bred in this country.

IMG_6801

I have lived in or around London for most of my adult life and I love this city from the bottom of my heart in all its grimy, often chaotic, but always beautiful, glory. In my eyes, what makes it so special is the way traditional and modern are juxtaposed in a way that somehow seems completely seamless. While London pushes the boundaries in edgy fashion and is at the forefront of the music scene, much of the city is still steeped in tradition, from the doormen at old school establishments like Claridges to the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace. These contrasts perhaps come through most clearly in the architecture: yesterday we saw the ancient and magnificent Tower of London standing only a stone’s throw away from the glass covered ultra-modern wonder that is the Shard.

IMG_6804 IMG_6806 IMG_6807

Brimming with history, much of it dark and disturbing, the Tower of London is a must-see for every tourist visiting the city. As we picked a beautiful, sunny day in the Easter holidays to visit, the place was fairly busy and the queues for the Crown Jewels and the Bloody Tower (where prisoners were held and tortured) were too long for us to contemplate standing in with the children. But I’m sure we will back again to see the bits that we missed, although to beat the crowds, next time we may choose a rainy day in November!

IMG_6808

Who Rules the Roost?

tenant-in-commons-rulebook

‘Why do you have to be so strict?’ my eldest son asked me the other day in that petulant tone of voice only a preteen can perfect. I have to admit I felt a small surge of satisfaction at his question, although it was by no means meant as a compliment. The reason being that most of the time I don’t consider myself to be strict enough with my kids. In fact, I often feel that both my husband and I are floundering our way along this parenting malarkey – we make rules that we don’t enforce, threats that we don’t carry through and punishments that we don’t implement – all big no-no’s in any parenting handbook. I’m definitely not the mum who stops them eating crisps on the sofa when watching a movie, shoos them out if they climb into our bed at night, or insists that they finish every morsel on the plate at meal time. And I’m easily swayed – a loving cuddle or sweet smile is often all it takes to break my resolve.

That doesn’t mean that we have no rules or that our household is one big happy harmonious love-in. The biggest battleground, and the area where I am most strict, is without a doubt screen time, or more specifically playing games on the iPad and the Xbox. Put simply, it boils down to this: they want more time on the screens than we are prepared to give them. Now, some would argue that this is self-inflicted and I would be inclined to agree; after all, no one forced us to boost Apple’s already considerable coffers by buying these devices and loading them up with age appropriate games for our kids. I’m not against video games per se, but I can definitely see a change in the boys’ behaviour when they have too much time in front of the screen. So our current rule is iPads and Xbox on weekends only, unless they have a play date in which case they’re allowed an hour or so if the friend wants to play (after all, I don’t want to be labelled as the boring mum who bans all electronics!) Recently, we’ve also introduced two TV free days every week with mixed success as I often forget or give in to their whining (yes I know, another parenting faux pas!)

In the long run, I’m hoping that these rules will help them develop an attitude where video games (as well as social media when they get older) are a part of their leisure time but do not dominate it. It’s not easy to set these limits for yourself, even as an adult. Many a time I have logged onto Facebook under the pretext of just quickly checking the news feed, only to emerge half an hour later with no idea where the time went. If I, as a grown up, find it hard to limit my screen time how can I expect them to self regulate?

The other contentious area is helping around the house. I constantly have to remind the children to do even simple things like clearing away their plates and putting their dirty clothes in the laundry basket, not to mention the arguments that ensue when they’re asked to tidy up their rooms. This week we started using a sweetie jar reward system to ‘encourage’ them to remember these things and to do extra chores around the house, as well as their homework and music practice. So far it seems to be working and they get to eat the sweets they have collected on Friday night while watching a movie. Part of me is loathe to reward them for doing things that should be automatic but I was getting tired of the sound of my own voice and the sweets seem to be more persuasive than words!

At the moment my ten year old is chomping at the bit to have more freedom, such as walking to school and to friends’ houses by himself and being allowed to stay at home when I collect his siblings from activities and play dates. It has presented me with a great opportunity to emphasise that more freedom also equals more responsibility. For instance, if he makes himself a sandwich when I’m out he has to tidy up after himself and, if he walks home from school, he has to remember to bring his homework and lunch box. Little things, perhaps, but in the past I have been guilty of doing all this for him just because it’s quicker. It’s a learning process for me as well – I have to accept that his version of ‘making the bed’ is a little different from mine and if he forgets his homework, rather than driving straight over to the school, let him face the consequences the next day. Slowly but surely, we will get there in the end…

Are you a strict or laid-back parent (or perhaps a mix of both)? Which rules will you not budge on? And if you have any great tricks up your sleeve on how to get the kids to clean up after themselves without complaining, please do share!

family-rules-print-main-389-389

{This sounds like a good set of family rules to me}

The Weekend in Pictures

We had a balmy, sunny weekend here in the UK and, fingers crossed, this could be the week that I finally put away all the winter coats, hats and scarves. As usual the weekend went by in a flash but we had a lovely couple of days full of family time, which is not always possible with two (soon three!) school-age kids who often have their own activities and parties to go to.

IMG_6609

{Clemmie and her best friend hanging out at the bowling alley}

With three children aged 3-10 it can be hard to find activities that will please all of them but this weekend we definitely found one: bowling. The boys have already been several times, in fact Cameron had a bowling party for his ninth birthday, but it was the first time Clemmie tried it. I’m pleased to say that she loved it, even if I did wince every time she insisted on picking up the bowling ball, fearing she would drop it on her feet.

IMG_6610

{Cameron going in for the strike}

IMG_6611

{No visit to the bowling alley is complete without a slush puppy to drink}

Sunday, of course, was Mother’s Day and, after I had enjoyed leisurely breakfast in bed (or as leisurely as it can be with the kids fighting over the toast and covering the duvet in strawberry jam!), we walked up to Hampton Court Palace. After strolling around the gardens and playing a few games of hide and seek, we enjoyed some yummy cakes in the cafe.

I’m proud to tell you that some of these pictures were taken by Cameron who is developing a real interest in photography. He’s now saving up for his own camera and I think it would be great to have a hobby that we can both share.

 

Hampton Court 1

{Me and my brood}

Hampton Court 2

Hampton Court Lion

Hampton Court Statue

Hampton Court

Pink flowers

{Hampton Court gardens in bloom is one of the prettiest sights around this time of year}

Daffodils

Sorry for bombarding you with so many pictures but on the rare occasions that we remember to bring the DSLR with us, we take A LOT of photos!

Hope you’ve had a good start to the week. ‘Til the next post xxx

 

Happy Mother’s Day ♥

Happy Mother’s Day to all you mums out there, hope you have a fantastic day. Young or old, married or single, working or stay-at-home: remember you are all fabulous! XXX

Mother's Day Gifts

{My eldest son woke my husband up this morning at 7.30am (it was really 6.30am I suppose as the clocks moved forward today and my husband is NOT a morning person) saying “C’mon Daddy, it’s mummy’s day, we need to get organised!”}

Mother's Day 3

{And get organised they did! I had breakfast in bed – smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, my favourite – and was showered with gifts and (best of all) lots of kisses and cuddles}

Mother's Day 4

Mother's Day gifts 5