My memories of July are already so hazy, it feels a life time ago already now, its the perfect reminder to keep documenting all these little moments here on my blog so I can look back on in years to come! Here are some images I have dug out from my camera roll from the month of July – I think the month passed in a blur as I continued to heal and bonded with our tiny little boy. We had lots of picnics in the sunshine and little evening walks, the little walk through the wheat field has to be my favourite memory of July.
This summer has been a slow one, we’ve allowed many of the days to unfold without any real plans which has been quite lovely especially as we are adjusting to our new family rhythm. We have taken lots of little walks together, paddled in the stream, played in the garden and enjoyed lots of picnics – picnics are my favourite! In some ways this season has reminded me so very much of my own childhood summers – we were never rushed and alway encouraged to play freely, I’m sure it is in these moments of unstructured time that the imaginations of little ones grow.
A few weeks back we let our imaginations run wild as we took a little trip down to a stream we have recently discovered near our home. We waded our way through a meadow which was a jungle of wild flowers, so rich in colour – nature knows the colours that go so beautifully doesn’t it! We foraged for blackberries along the way and when we finally reached the little stream we floated paper boats and fished with an old jam jar. Arthur was in his element as he scooped up grit from the bed hoping to catch the tiny shrimp. After paddling in the water we sat up on the little bridge and ate our picnic, it was the most perfect time and one I want to remember forever. I often wonder if any of these little adventures will be the ones Arthur tells his own children about one day.
This post is written in collaboration with Hammam and Home who kindly gifted us with the turkish towels. I am thrilled to share them here with you, not only are they beautiful, they are perfect to use as picnic rugs, they are lightweight and take up very little space in my mama bag, not to mention they are great for drying of little feet after a paddle in the stream.
June was a month to remember. I really slowed down at the beginning of the month, enjoying the warm sunny days as we pottered in the garden, being heavily pregnant I didn’t do very much other than sit and watch as Arthur explored, we painted mud pictures together and when we felt tired we snuggled up and watched cartoons. We took a few evening walks after dinner, capturing a beautiful poppy field at its best just as the sun was beginning to fade. And I packed my hospital bag shortly before we welcomed Rupert into our family.
His delivery was the highlight of June, I went into labour a week ahead of a planned c-section and delivered him naturally after just two and a half hours. I could not have hoped for us to meet him in a more perfect way.
The rest of the month was a spent in a hazy newborn bubble at home resting, recovering and bonding with each other as a little family. We were so blessed to receive home cooked food from our Church family which allowed us to focus on each other without making time to shop for food and cook. What a generous act of kindness! I shall definitely remember this for next time a friend or family member welcomes a newborn baby.
It has been so long since I last popped over here to write, my energy levels have been low and my enthusiasm has been lost, a long and very grey winter has passed but thankfully tiny signs of spring are beginning to emerge and with it I have found my enthusiasm again.
We began this year with some sad and worrying news for our family, my dad has been diagnosed with cancer, it has knocked us all and has of cause been a worry for my dad who is dealing with it. He has recently received the best possible news that the cancer is small and slow-growing and so we are hoping and praying that with the help and care from the doctors he will make a full recovery.
I have also been caught in the middle of an emotional mix of anxiety and pure joy over the past few months – we are expecting a baby and utterly thrilled to be extending our little family later this summer. Pregnancy after loss is a tough journey to navigate, the fear of losing another child grips me so tight, leaving me feeling frightened and unable to trust my body to do something that should be so natural and so joyful. However, with that said, the weeks do seem to be flying by this time, with each day and each tiny movement that I feel I am trying my best to put the worry aside and enjoy the journey towards holding our littlest member of the family in my arms safe and well.
Despite this winter feeling like a long and hard slog, we have managed to make plenty of lovely memories along the way and have some good times to look back on, here are some of the things we have been enjoying:
- Clearing the garden, collecting seeds ready for the year ahead and planting winter flowers to brighten up the grey days
- seeing the bulbs we planted back in November emerge from the ground
- Winter walks
- Visiting National Trust gardens (look at these snowdrops!)
- Hot chocolates a plenty
- An impromptu trip to the Cotswolds (how very sweet is the blue shepherd hut I spied in the garden above)
- Seeing the newest member of the family at our scan 12 and 20 week scan