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done with snow

Ok I'm done with this snow now. Spring please?

Snow fell a few days ago, then it rained on top and then it snowed again. Then it rained again. So it's this slippery sort of frozen snow, blergh. Yesterday I tried walking to the Shopping centre only to find the route impassable with the stroller, well that was after I'd already gone halfway.

I'm getting into the swing of this being alone thing now I think. Days at home are less frustrating, Mikey is improving for sure. He's still not sleeping well but at least he isn't crying all the time right? He has also taken a few more steps, not for me but to show off to other people! He still wont do it for me, I'm boring apparently and there's no need to show off to me!

Payday is looming and I have plans for the house. Curtains being the main thing.
This is the fabric I have in mind for curtains -
The greyish one. I am also kind of in love with this as wall decoration or a throw for one of our chairs -




But I'm not sure that my husband would approve. (Honey, you can comment and tell me what you think, LOL)

Now I just need to get out to Ikea and grab some.

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.

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