Yesterday was a perfect Autumnal day at the RHS Garden Harlow Carr in Harrogate.
With the trees turning russet and golden, it was a beauty to behold. I think Autumn might just be my favourite season of all-a time of change, leaves mature, reach their peak, the air is still warm yet fresh and Yorkshire, my friends is at its finest.
I'm not the greatest sleeper, I never have been really and in the words of my mother my, "energy has always been boundless". My kids seemed to have taken after me (which is good and bad).
The words you've always wanted to hear, oh and the actions too-eating rice crispies off the playroom floor from plastic bowls. I've never been so proud.
My clever, sometimes crazy twosome playing dog. Inevitably I had to take a picture of it, if only to bribe them in their teenage years.
Folks, it's nearly Christmas! I know, it's hard to believe as it's only just October tomorrow but before you know it, you'll be buying Christmas trees and posting off letters to Santa (I've already got my hand hovering over the Chanel site, crossing fingers and toes)!
So those reading my blog last week will know, it was a pretty rubbish time for myself and Alexander. A lot of tears were shed (by us both).
The nursery induction was hard going, which is inevitable but it was worse than expected, Alexander was beside himself and despite another session with me, he just wasn't settling, my toddler wasn't ready.
When yoga's not in my life I'll be honest, I feel pretty rubbish, and I did for a lot of the summer- along with eating far too much sugar, I let my exercise routine go to the wayside, I stopped running and yoga and quickly felt the healthy glow diminish along with my energy levels.
Last weekend saw my youngest son, Alexander turn 2, two whole years!
I know every parent on the planet says the same thing, but doesn't time fly, people?!
So this morning we took the cute pictures of my toddler Alexander, just 2, in his nursery uniform, the same nursery that his older brother Oliver attended (and pre-school) and loved dearly- and we all smiled sweetly as my nerves were building...another day, another huge milestone for us all (after Oliver started school only last week)!
It's funny how things can work out just when you need them to...I was feeling a bit down in the dumps that I'd not seen some of my closest London buddies for what feels like forever when I received a text from my male best friend Will that he'd be in town for an anesthetist conference pretty much round the corner from where I live in Yorkshire-yay!
I'm honoured to announce a collaborative competition with stunningly stylish Christy (established 1850) where one lucky reader will win over £350 worth of luxe bedding, towels, robes and candles from their new home fragrance collection.
Oliver started school just under a week ago so I thought I'd share what that's actually meant for us both, the reality of my 4 year old beginning the biggest chapter of his little life. I'd love to hear your experiences in the comments...
Here's what to expect when your kids starts school...
For those following my blog, you'll know this summer has been all about indulgence for this family, with myself and the kids eating a lot more sugar than normal.
Always a stationary lover, I have more notebooks in my house than dark chocolate bars (and that's saying something), lined ones, black ones, retro ones, flowery ones, neon ones that can't be lost, they're literally everywhere...by my bedside table, on my dressing table in between the perfume bottles and lipsticks, in my home office, the cupboard overflowing with wrapping paper and cards, on the playroom's art desk...you get the picture!
Please tell me i'm not alone?! This summer has been about indulging for me and it all felt so wonderful and liberating, ice cream on demand, rice flour chocolate cake for breakfast (I know), eating late, not exercising much despite lots of park fun with the kids (but nothing that really raised my heartbeat) and taking life a little easy in general... that was pretty much my life for 6 whole weeks.
