I both love and loathe this picture.
I love it because it has my beautiful boy with all his favourite things: trains, Lightning McQueen & pink socks.
I loathe it because he looks so very grown up and I miss my baby.
This was May last year…
This was the day before yesterday…
Arthur: Arthur love Mummy.
Mummy: I love you too. Can I have a cuddle?
Arthur: Ummmm… no.
So back when the Super Early Bird Tickets went on sale I may have told Caius that I quite fancied going to BritMums. It was a moment of bravery/stupidity/brainlessness where I randomly believed for a few seconds that I was a brave, outgoing person who wanted to go meet people in ‘reality’ and have an adventure in London.
So Caius bought me a ticket and suddenly there was no way for not-brave, cowardly normal Carole to back out of the whole adventure. Now a hotel and train tickets are booked too so there is truly no backing out.
Which means I am going to have to start channeling that other Carole and speak to people and get myself out there. The first thing I did was get some MOO cards done for the blog, partly because I kidded myself I might need them and partly because I finally had an excuse to buy the pretty shinies that I have been eyeing up forever and ever.
But that wasn’t really useful in terms of calming my nerves or meeting people so now I’m joining in with the linky on BritMums to prove I am a real person…
Here we go:
Name: Carole – or Carole Heidi if you are my parents/grandparents/telling me off/being official or formal
Blog: Carole Finds Her Wings
Twitter ID: @caroleheidi
Height: 5’4″ and a bit
Hair: Er. Brownish. I don’t really know. It’s been dyed for the last four years and I have just stripped it for a break but the colour removal stuff made me more ginger than I used to be. It may be gingery, it may be brown – only time will tell…
Eyes: Two, blue/green/light browny. Depends on the light. I hate that question. I usually just say ‘grey’ for simplicity.
Is this your first blogging conference?
Yes. I have helped at a conference as part of the staff (ThinkVis) and attended Alt. Fiction 2010 with Liberty (a venture which resulted in the two of us coming home and starting our blogs!) but this will be my first Blogging Conference. And my first ever solo conference venture. Thus the fear.
Are you attending both days?
I am indeedy. Hotel is booked, babysitter is booked (Caius, I love you!), train is booked – Weekend away, here I come!
What are you most looking forward to at BritMums Live 2013?
Putting faces to names (and real names to Twitter handles!)
What are you wearing?
Not sure yet but it will no doubt involve bright coloured trousers because I like those quite a lot!
What do you hope to gain from BritMums Live 2013?
Tips about improving my blog and writing and hopefully some new friends.
Tell us one thing about you that not everyone knows…
Um. I used to keep a pet woodlouse in an Utterly Butterly tub in my bedroom. It was called Wilbur.
After finishing my 365 Project, I have decided that I’m going to take up a 52 instead. Slightly less pressure but more decision making – choosing just one photo a week is going to be a toughie!
This week I have decided on the following picture for the simple reason that it is hilarious.
We had been out for lunch and were letting the kids have a quick play on the activity set outside the pub. It felt like it was going to be stormy, warm and sticky with that damp charged smell in the air. All of that combined with lots of turns on the slide had a very amusing effect on Tori’s hair…
(Just as a point of interest, not only is this my first Project 52 post, it is also my 1,000th blog post here on CFHW. Wowee!)
Tori: Mu-um! Arthur stood in the potty and he’s got a wet foot!
Arthur: ha! Funny!
Tori: Mu-um! And he’s taken his trousers and his nappy off!
Just for the record – this is not my most favourite wake up call in the world…
Well, this is it – my last week. I have just looked back at Week One and was slightly amazed to see that it all began with the week where I got the keys to the flat I’m in now, the week two of our friends got engaged and Arthur was TINY and just learning to walk.
Hard to believe it was a year ago – feels both forever ago and just yesterday. How things change.
Overall it has been a good year indeed, obviously with ups and downs, but I feel good at the end of it. There have been weddings, injuries, milestones, tears, laughter and lots and lots of family times.
I’m not going to do another 365 now – I’ve done two in a row and feel I need a bit of a break from the relentlessness of it, however I am going to do a Project 52 instead. I’ll post just one photo on the Sunday, a favourite from my week. (I say just one, I bet some weeks there will be more.) I can’t give it up entirely, I’d be lost!
Anyway, on to this week…
This is generally a sign that says ‘end of procrastination, go do the housework.’ I know I am not alone in this. And I blummin’ hate level 110.
Today was the last day of NaPoWriMo so I wrote a poem about things ending. It’s a first draft, just like the other 29 I have written this month but it’s there. I feel a bit of a sense of achievement in completing the challenge but mostly I’m just glad it is over.
YAAAYYY!! Go Natalie!!
The baby of the family is not really a baby any more. End of an era – we are no longer a household with a baby and a toddler but a toddler and a pre-schooler.
I got up at 03.45 today. Really. By half past four, my parents and I were up at Fordhall Farm ready to set off on a Dawn Chorus walk. It was really lovely, strolling across the fields, through woodland and along the river as the sun rose and the birds woke up. By birds I mostly mean blackbirds, wrens and great-tits but there were plenty of others both to hear and see. It was all rounded off with a much needed and appreciated cooked breakfast of farm sausages, bacon, black pudding and eggs with toast, mushrooms and tomatoes. Yummy! Trouble is, I will be ready for bed by about 11.30am at this rate…
Thank you everyone for all your comments over the last year, especially to The Boy And Me for all her support through the weeks I was ready to give it all up, to Tori and Arthur for being willing models all the time and to Caius for putting up with me running round with a loon trying to find things to match my random themes every week. You are all awesome