What I am made of

I spotted this in my google reader yesterday courtesy of likecool.com, the home of all things geeky and cool.

 

It made me think (briefly) about what I am made of.

And here is the output from that brain dump:


3.2% domesticaphobe
5.5% sewist/craftist
5.6% photographer
6.1% cook
6.7% ranty parent trying to keep the little darlings in line
11.9% bottom wiper, nose blower, tear drier, convincing sympathetic listener whilst posting on instagram simultaneously
17.2% wife and convincing sympathetic listener whilst posting on instagram simultaneously
43.8% Ninja mummy who would eradicate anyone or anything that came even close to hurting my babies so don't even think about it.

Because the bond that exists between my children and I has got stronger each day, which makes it pretty darn strong considering it was up there in the Strong Things List the day they were born. As much as I moan and whinge about their less-than-perfect behaviour, their bickering and the sea of toys to be negotiated just to have a bath, they are the most important and precious things in my world and they fill my heart (whilst reserving a little bit of space for the Mr).

Joining in with The Gallery and the theme of 'Bond' at Sticky Fingers.

Silent Sunday

365project week 4 2013

The novelty is officially wearing off.
We are over the snow.
Actually we are over the cold which was the toughest part of the week.
Thermal tights, double socks and soggy gloves be-gone.
Flat hat hair, I hate you.
Icy pavements, I dare you.
Next week I'll be moaning about the rain.
Never satisfied.

So this weeks theme is 'cosy'.

If I look up the snow will go in my eyes :-(
Dolls tucked up under their bandana blanket pretending it is a down filled duvet.
The uncosiest photo of the week. Brrr.
Lightbulb giving off a cosy glow.
Rosy lollipop fuelled cheeks.
Gulls grateful for comfort food.
Shops are cosy. And escalators are fun.

Stay warm. And dry x


Linking up with the Queen of 365, The Boy and Me. Do pay a visit.

Adventure

 

As I watched them walk ahead of me along a path we hadn't been before, I considered their excitement, the thrill of a new journey, new sights and new wonders to explore.

When you are one, you have only seen a fraction of the days you will see in your life time. You will have experienced only a small portion of the thrills and spills that will be your life. So each day can be and should be an adventure.

As we get older the proportion of newness, of glittering, exciting things decreases. The balance changes and the adventures are fewer and further between. We have seen it before, experienced it before, and it no longer has the same appeal. The outcome of the day becomes predictable. But we all love an adventure, it just seems that as we age, they are harder to come by. 

I have an idea. Can we create our own mini adventures in our day? For instance, an unexpected jaunt around the cosmetics counter? That's certainly an adventure for me these days. A new walk for you and your dog? Starting a new book? They are adventures in their own way. Admittedly, it's not quite the same as sipping a Martini in an infinity pool at the Golden Triangle Resort, Chiang Rai, Thailand (for example) but by doing a little something that is different, out of the norm, something that is new, we can create a little blip of excitement, can't we?

In the same way, I am feeling a sense of responsibility to offer my children the opportunity to have adventures. Big ones and mini ones, holidays to exciting places or treasure hunts around the garden. I want them to feel excitement, be swept away with the spirit of adventure, every day. It is my duty. That and ensuring they have done their homework.

So tomorrow, a new adventure.
What will yours be?

Joining in with The Gallery and the theme of 'Adventure' at Sticky Fingers.

Silent Sunday

365project Week 3 2013

Predictably this week's project was all about the white fluffy stuff that falls from the sky looking pretty and full of potential, but rapidly becomes that annoying slippery stuff turning our roads and pavements into a badly edited version of Dancing on Ice.

Crisp, clean and sparkly.
Dirty, wet and noseless.
Warm, not wet and industious.
Upsidedown and headache inducing.
Black and white and orange.
Snowflakes inside and snowflakes outside.
Pink and white and cold all over.

No doubt next week will be all about the wet brown slushy stuff.
Have a great week.


Linking up with the Queen of 365, The Boy and Me. Do pay a visit.

Silent Sunday