photo of mum dressed up as romanian gypsy for birthday party

Gypsy Mama {The Wonderful Ordinary 16}

A few weeks ago, Auntie Chatterbox called me with a special request (FYI, she’s eight);

Amie… You know it’s my birthday in February, well, we’re planning my party and we’re doing a sort of fortune teller gypsy theme. Well, Mummy says you used to be a Fortune teller so I was wondering if you would mind coming and reading my friends’ fortunes, please, please, please?

I feel I should pause at this point to clarify: I have never been a fortune teller at any point in my life. This was GranPam’s way of taking advantage of my drama background and dropping me in it so I couldn’t say no.

Well, on Saturday it was Auntie Chatterbox’s ninth birthday party and as requested, I became Mystic Amie for the day, complete with oh-so-PC Eastern European accent and homemade tarot cards.

My Mother-in-Law secretly provided me information about the girls attending such as their birth dates, which boy they like or what their hobbies were to give the allusion I really possessed clairvoyant skills. They came into my lair in groups of three to hear their fortunes and it worked a treat. Even the birthday girl was in awe of my fortune telling skills.

For the girl who’s parents were dentists, I saw a vision of teeth. For the girl who was ‘madly in love with Felix’, I saw a figure… a boy… and the letter F… For the girl who had recently changed schools, I saw much change in her life but the cards promised it would settle soon and she would find peace once again…

As the afternoon went on, I started to feel quite guilty conning all these eight year old girls! Apparently my MIL was receiving texts from the mums that nights saying their daughters were utterly convinced they were having ‘x’ children when they grew up or that their future held a crossroads and they would have to choose a path to follow…

Meanwhile, shortly before the party, my little Gypsy Baby was put down for her nap with a cuddly toy she had found in Auntie Chatterbox’s room at taken a liking to. Only, when the OH heard her calling for him to come and set her free after nap time, it turned out it wasn’t a cuddly toy but a pencil case full of marker pens.

We don’t think she did much napping in that hour. Oops…

Looks like Little Miss is right handed then.

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Close to home {The Wonderful Ordinary 15}

Last weekend, we had a quiet one, just enjoying our favourite things to do as a family and our favourite spots close to home ahead of our move (now just two weeks away – yikes!).

I’m afraid this is one of those posts that’s more for me than anyone else; a little reminder of the quiet times as a family, of a happy Saturday and Sunday spent tramping in wellies through muddy puddles, coffee in hand, enjoying spending time just us three.

The photos aren’t the most spectacular or eye catching we’ve ever taken but their simplicity sums up our lovely quiet family weekend perfectly ahead of the turbulent few weeks ahead (and no doubt lack of sleep as Little Miss adjusts to her new surrounding so).

 

We took a walk down the canal to Victroia Park for beetroot samosas at the Cafe in the Park, one of Little Miss’ favourite lunchtime spots.

 

Squelching through the mud in Tower Hamlets Cemetery Park (our all time favourite spot in the area).

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Christmas 2.0 {The Wonderful Ordinary 14}

This year is our second Christmas with Little Miss. And while we’re still finding our feet (ha ha ha, see what I did there) with family traditions and what Christmas is to us, there’s one tradition that we started last year without even realising…

Last year, we were all hit with a sick bug the weekend we planned to put up our Christmas tree and so we weren’t able to hit up the Christmas market to buy a little something to sparkle on the top of our tree. So in our sickly state we placed a hedgehog finger puppet on top instead. As you do.

This year, in many ways, not much has changed. With me still unemployed, times are tighter than ever, so our teeny tiny £5 tree is still going strong (though we’ve managed more than six decorations this year!) and Little Miss is still infatuated with twinkly lights and confused by ‘crackers’ that aren’t actually ‘crackers’.

But we no longer have a hedgehog on top of our tree. No, no. This year, we have a little angel… of sorts…

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The ridiculousness of having a hedgehog atop our tree last year has spawned our first family tradition. Each year, Little Miss gets to choose a toy to have a tree stuck up their bum.

We started off with Minnie Mouse, but Little Miss got so upset at the prospect of Minnie on top of the tree that we swapped her for Upsy Daisy. This appeased Little Miss and there she’s sat ever since.

Another family tradition from my childhood is that each year we get a new decoration to represent the year. This is a tradition very close to my heart that creates a wonderful ‘family tree’ over the years. And I’m very, very happy to say that our little family Christmas tree is slowly starting to take shape, starting with a decoration from the Christmas I was pregnant, a baby’s first Christmas decoration from last year and this year, Little Miss’ first pair of shoes are hanging from the branches.

What Christmas traditions are close to your family’s heart?

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My little fashionista {The Wonderful Ordinary 13}

Yesterday, Little Miss decided she would wear her party skirt. And nothing else. All day.

I did persuade her to put on some tights (pink, of course) and a hoodie around 4pm. But she took the hoodie off around 4:15pm.

I can’t believe Little Miss already shows such a preference for or sheer hatred of (in the case of her windproof/waterproof salopettes) certain items of clothing at such a young age. She makes it very clear if she doesn’t like what you’ve chosen, screaming and writhing until either you give up, or you’ve wrestled her into the item in question (usually a two man job). During the summer, I mainly let her choose what she wore, but now the cold weather has really set in, sometimes, you you just have to take charge – for instance, a topless toddler isn’t ideal on days you need to leave the house.

Apparently, Little Miss is quite the girlie girl. She loves her dolls, her tea set, poofy skirts, dressing up and anything pink.

I was a real tomboy. No pink, no skirts, no dresses, nothing remotely girly at all until my mid-teen years, so this is a bit alien to me. I lived in baggy t-shirts and cycling shorts (yes, really) until I was 10. (Even it being the 90s can’t excuse that disregard for style.)

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 I couldn’t get a photo of us both in our skirts – Little Miss wasn’t in a paparazzi mood. 

Compare that to Little Miss basically narrating me getting ready for Blogfest15 on Saturday; “Tights! Tights!” she cried as I pulled on my tights, calling for me to get her’s from the top drawer. I wore a slightly poofy bell shaped red tartan skirt (I’ve moved on from my tomboy years, as you can see). As soon as Little Miss saw it, she disappeared momentarily, before running back with a big smile and a little pink tartan skirt (her favourite).

As I applied my eyeliner, she managed to get her feet in the skirt herself but couldn’t pull it up past her diaper; “Mamiii!” she commanded, shuffling to me and tugging ferociously on my skirt.  I quickly whipped the skirt up over her pj bottoms and the smile on her face was utterly adorable. She stood next to me in the mirror as if to say, “look Mami, we’re the same.”

Bless. I wonder at what age she’ll recognise me as the really badly dressed kid in baseball caps and baggy Rugrats t-shirts in the photo albums and lose all respect for me…

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Behind the scenes {The Wonderful Ordinary 12}

Almost every weekend, we take Little Miss for a walk in the woods near our home. Getting lost amongst the trees, down all the hidden paths is  one of our favourite things to do as a family come rain or shine.

Every week, we take our camera and get some beautiful shots of Little Miss. But this week, I thought I’d keep it short and sweet and share one from behind the lens.

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A Tea Party Surprise {The Wonderful Ordinary 11}

Last week, it was my mom’s birthday. She was feeling, errr, not enthused shall we say about another candle joining the club on top of the cake.

So, on Saturday, we told her to put on her party dress and meet us at Embankment. And off we strolled down the Thames to a surprise Champagne Afternoon Tea at the Horseguard Hotel (chosen because their website assured me that despite the 5* rating they were family friendly).

And family friendly they were indeed. Our little tea party was lovely with plush velvet arm chairs and silver tea pots. Little Miss was good as gold and even managed to keep a little pink bow in her hair for a whole ten minutes. She seemed to know the whole affair was very grown up and clearly enjoyed joining in the fun. Towards the end, however, she couldn’t resist the wide open space of the reception and the long corridor to the side of the lounge. She clambered out of the highchair and scurried off to play hide and seek round the reception area sofas and dancing in front of the mirrors. The blazing fire place was also of particular interest…

The service was a smidgen slow but the tea was delightful with a good mix of mini pulled pork burgers (for me) and cucumber and salmon mini finger sandwiches (for veggie mom) with teeny tiny cakes, mousses and scones. Unfortunately, Little Miss’ enthusiasm didn’t promote table manners the occasion called for, with her scooping the jam with her scone giggling, “dip, dip, dip!”.

Little Miss is lactose intolerant, so I actually baked her some mini lactose free scones to take with us so I wasn’t worrying and she could join in properly, feeling like she had the same thing on her plate as we did but actually as it turned out there were dairy free options available.

All in all, I think we managed to take Nina’s mind off that extra candle. Little Miss and I certainly had a lovely time. 

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“WEYEES!!” {The Wonderful Ordinary 10}

This summer, Little Miss got a book with a picture of wellies in it. From the moment she saw them, she loved them. And from then on, whenever she saw wellies – on TV, in a book, in a shop, anywhere – she would repeat over and over, “WEYEES!!”

But alas it was July. It was too warm for wellies.

Finally, the leaves began to turn and fall and there was a crisp, freshness to the air.

Finally, it was September.

Most weekends we go for a walk in the woodland park near our home. This weekend, like so many times before, we said, “Come on Little Miss, we’re going for a walk. Where’s your coat?” Off she scurried to find her coat. When she returned, both the Other Half and I had our wellies on. “WEYEES!!” She cried.

“Yeh, Mama’s wearing wellies. Daddy’s wearing wellies. Where are Little Miss’ wellies?” we asked.  She looked up at us half confused, half annoyed as if to say, “I don’t have any, idiots.” Then the OH pulled out a tiny pair of turquoise wellies from behind his back. Her face lit up with shear delight and amazement.

“WEYEES!! WEYEES!!” She bounced on the spot reaching up, fingers splayed, desperate to pull on her very own wellies.

And then we went for our first autumnal walk of the year. With one very happy Little Miss. And her weyees.


The boots were made for dancing…

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New shoes! {The Wonderful Ordinary 9}

What do you mean Daddy’s boots are too big? But my feet have grown!

Just two months on and Baby Girl has already outgrown her first pair of shoes. Crazy.

She got a blister on the arch of her foot about three weeks ago, so we popped back to Clarks to get her remeasured. They said she was on the cusp and recommended I waited another week or two until she was definitely the next size up.

Then Monday, she woke up and I couldn’t get her shoe on her foot. So that was that.

To be fair, the signs were there and Baby Girl was trying her hardest to communicate that the pink, frilly, polkadot pumps just wouldn’t do anymore. (Thank God.)

We’ve gone for something more summery this time; no more sweaty toes for Baby Girl! And at only £18, these felt positively frugal compared to the £32 I shelled out last time.

Though we do seem destined to only be able to purchase the girliest of shoes in the shop. At least neon colours are in fashion this season?

Showing off her new swag to Mog. I think he approves.

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Baby Girl’s first love {The Wonderful Ordinary 8}

I think this is one of my favourite photos I’ve ever taken.

Last weekend we went to the lovely Cemetery Park near where we live for a picnic. Afterwards, we went for a wander and Baby Girl was playing with Mog (her bunny) in the dirt – as you do. I was snapping away when suddenly she turned, ran to her Daddy and gave him a massive hug. It was such a spontaneous moment and such a tender one. I’m forever grateful I had the camera in my hand, ready to go.

NB: the photo is blurred for the purpose of the blog as we don’t like to show Baby Girl’s face, not because I can’t focus a camera!

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Why a trip to Clarks is like a trip to Ollivander’s Wand Shop {The Wonderful Ordinary 7}

We tentatively entered the store, new to this world of shoes and looked around. There were so many to choose from, lining the walls and shelves around us.

“Can I help you?” said a polite shop assistant.

“I was hoping to get a pair of shoes for my daughter?”

The shop assistant smiled. “Come with me,” she said & led us to the back of the store. As I got Baby Girl out of the buggy, she whipped out a tiny foot measurer. I sat on the padded seat & Baby Girl stared in amazement. It felt like only yesterday I had been sat having my foot measured for my school shoes each summer…

“Hold out your left foot,” the lady said softly as she gently took Baby Girl’s foot in her hand and placed it on the measurer. She slid the top to her toes and tightened the tape measure round her little foot. Next came the right foot.

“Three and a half, F,” she exclaimed, “with a narrow heel, high arch and shallow toes. Let’s see what we have for you.” We walked to the back wall, lined with tiny shoes. “She’ll need Walker shoes, which are from here down, ” the lady gestured. “But most of our walker shoes don’t come smaller than a size 4, so perhaps it’s best if I bring you what is available and you choose from those? ” I nodded, remembering so many years of torture trying to find a pair of shoes that fit my narrow little feet…

She reappeared with a handful of tiny boxes.

“I can see already, these won’t support her arch,” she said as she opened one box.

“And I don’t think the red sandals will work; it’s only early Spring,” I said.

“Not to worry, we’ll find the perfect match here somewhere. Try these,” she said as she pulled the dusty purple pair with flowers on the toes from their box. We fastened them to Baby Girl’s feet.

“Good length, good width,” she said as she wiggled Baby Girl’s foot this way, “hmmm…”  I popped her on her feet. She wobbled & reached for the seat for support. Then flop! Baby Girl tripped and landed on her bum. Pulling herself up she tried again; “Not quite right…” the lady said as we took the shoes off Baby Girl’s feet.

“Try these,” she said as she produced a pink polkadot pair with a frill on the toes. I winced at how girlie the little shoes were but Baby Girl presented her little foot, ready & waiting. “She’s getting the hang of it now,” said the lady.

“Good length, good width, heel doesn’t slip…” She wiggled Baby Girl’s foot again, pinching her toes through the shoes. Baby Girl slid off my knee and took a few tentative steps. She looked at me then out towards the shop… & that was it, she was off towards the door.

There were no red & gold sparks flying, but Baby Girl made it clear these were the shoes that fit like a glove. I smiled and clapped as Baby Girl wandered around the store with a big smile on her face. The shop assistant smiled, “Oh yes indeed, very good.”

She took Baby Girl’s new shoes, placed them back in the box and wrapped them in white paper, still smiling down at a cheery Baby Girl. I paid £32 for Baby Girl’s shoes & the shop assistant smiled, handing me the bag. 

Because you see, it doesn’t matter if you want the navy desert boots, purple trainers or awesome little yellow wellies. They may not come in your child’s size, or support their little feet in the right places & God forbid they should slip on the heel! The Clarks’ assistant might as well have been called Ollivander & said; “It’s really the shoes that choose the child…”

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