Tuesday, 23 September 2014

Sofia you are three...

...it feels like it ought to be more than that - you are and have been, such a big part of our lives. Vivacious and carefree. Independent and strong. Feisty and determined. Funny.

You look so much older. You are tall my girl. Often wearing age four to five year-old clothes since you were two. That athletic build of yours announcing your passion for the outdoors.

Your white blond locks wind in part over your bright eyes and cheeky grin, and now cascade down your long back. I suppose I ought to cut it again, before you do.

Mischief is still your middle name. However these days instead of eating the soap at any opportunity, you'll go for my lipstick, pulling my handbag under the table, until you and it are hidden from sight. The other day I found you beneath a blanket concealed with Esme's lip gloss. It was everywhere. And there was you. You grinning at my grimace.

It is easier now though.

I remember about six months ago, you disappeared. I honestly thought you'd been nabbed and I felt physically sick. You scooted your way out of sight, unbeknown to me off the lane and up the hill. UP the bloody hill. I found you on your decent. Delighting in your independence.

I was reminded then of the time, Kate, Ian and I walked from Baffins to Southsea seafront when we were small. About three or four miles. It was the 1970's. Mum must have been going out of her mind. Apparently we just upped and left. I was about three.

Fia honey, revelling in rebellion; you've done your best to drive me bonkers. From consuming birdseed out of the garden feeder to appearing with as many chocs stashed within your smile as the previously unwrapped box would allow. Oh and how familiar is that look? The one that says 'BUT IT'S OKAY MUMMY. SEE HOW CUTE I AM.'

Of course we have revisited A+E. Frankly, it wouldn't be a post on your progress without referring to hospital somewhere within it. This time you fell somersaulting down the steep garden steps and not only almost broke your crown - but your foot too. You know Fia, you actually took the stone bird bath with you? Your shocked foot fattened and blackened immediately, and stayed like that for weeks.

Be careful now my carefree and fearless (fear free and careless) Sofia Faith. That's another of your nine lives used kiddo. 

You've started nursery in earnest now. Four sessions a week at two separate environments, and just as I'd assumed, you've taken the new setting in your stride. I love that you've embraced it with your all - no doubt it won't be long before you'll have wrapped your new teachers around all ten little fingers too? And when you have, and then when you lose it one day, I can't wait for them to witness that tiny temper in full pelt.

Also taken in your stride has been the change from toddler to little girl. A cot and a dummy and a nappy all gone within the space of three months. Your transition to big girl bed and dropping the pacifier was far easier for you. Indeed, when you tumbled top to toe with the bird bath that day, I had wanted to buy you one at the chemist en route to casualty. You coped. But then of course you coped.

The potty. Well that took a little longer, and only when YOU were ready Sofia, did you attempt it. Oh but how you conquered it. Within a week you were dry.

As you have morphed from two to three, your milestones have left me a proud and excited Mummy. We are moving on. Life as it is has improved for both of us. You've been in a hurry to grow up. And me, well I am in hurry to have you grow up. (Age four has been my goal since you were born - don't get me wrong, I love you so much but I think life will be much more fun for all four of us then).

That said, I'll settle for this September, and your turning three. It has allowed us both a new found freedom. My mornings are peaceful. Yours are not. Both are busy.

As I sit here in that stillness and contemplate you and your zest for life Fia, once more I am reminded of your Great Grandmother Kathleen Mabel. She too carried the largest amount of room in her heart. You're lucky my girl. To be so confident. So chipper. So chaotic. We are lucky too. So lucky to have you. We love you so much.

Welcome to age three.

Friday, 19 September 2014

Can't believe my little girl is 3!

FRAMED - Birthday cake is a winner!

Fia has had her third birthday party today. She loved every minute of it, and so did I!
Her little face when she saw the cake I had made - well she was astonished. That's because usually, I can only do a Victoria sponge. Oh how magical it would be to be three once again!

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

FRAMED - hubs in holiday mode

iCandy Emilia East West bag AW2014 - A review

It has been London fashion week after all, so here on the GraceFaith blog, and especially to accessorise with the stylish shoes that Shoe Therapy sent me recently to review, feast your eyes upon one of the collection of brand new baby bags from top Brit baby label, iCandy.
Huh? Baby bag - I hear you gasp, does this mean YOU of all people are having another? God no, don't be silly. As much as I like the ring of a trilogy name wise, Esme Grace and Sofia Faith will remain a further sibling free, and Clementine Hope will remain a figment of my imagination. Come on really... hubby's had the snip - not too mention the fact that I've only just managed to settle into motherhood!

The point is, you don't have to be pregnant, or even a mother, to want to wear one of these baby handbags. This Autumn/Winter 2014 must have, is far more sweet accessory, than it could ever be baby bag. Perhaps that is why iCandy have billed them as a bag collection and not a baby bag collection?

I for one will be wrapping my coffee in the bottle warmer, and stashing my laptop in place of the changing mat before dashing to the office. Yes I already checked. It fits!

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Headaches (dim eyes - dimwit)

I'm having them each and every day since I came back to work. That's about ten days now. It's no coincidence that I'm suddenly sat in front of a screen after six weeks of not. Reading and writing. Squinting. So I thought I'd better get my eyes tested - its been a couple of years. And yes, my eyes are actually quite dim. I've ordered a new pair of specs which can't come quick enough. In the meantime, in the process of booking the optician appointment, I told a member of staff that I loved her before hanging up. Not just the eyes then huh?

Saturday, 13 September 2014

FRAMED - A beetle in monochrome

37/52 The GraceFaith year long art project

Choosing a favourite piece of art, each week of the year

A brilliant thing we did in the holiday was to visit Farnham's ceramics cafe
To avoid disappointment, I'd advise booking your two hour session in advance. 
The session costs £2, and on top of that, you pay for the item your child picks to paint, which can vary between £8 and £16. We highly recommend this great rainy day activity.

Ceramics Cafe - Farnham
13, Downing Street

Tel: 01252 727555

Thursday, 11 September 2014

Pink Lining & Shoe Therapy merger results in SHOE ENVY - A review

Adj.1. comfy - providing or experiencing physical well-being or relief - 

Yep, that's right, look again... cute aren't they? What you see before you are the new season's must haves, complimenting your look day or night, they are seriously stylish and super comfy - plus they even come with a health benefit thrown in.

To put the Frankie pumps to the test, I wore them to London for the day and walked my socks off. Actually I wasn't wearing any socks, but it didn't matter, for these happen to be the comfiest pair of shoes I've ever slipped on my feet. Don't believe me? It's all true.

Never before have I put on a pair of shoes for the first time, walked miles in them - around the streets of London no less - and still felt like I could walk further at the end of the day. NEVER. So what's the secret?