I know I said that I didn’t want my Me and Mine photos to turn into a series of pictures of us sat on the sofa but rules, especially the homemade variety, are definitely there to be bent. Not broken though, I haven’t gone quite so far as to take sofa photos (I’m saving that for when it’s a really wet and wild month with not even a glimmer of sunshine to pull us out of doors). But I did decide one sunny Sunday morning that our little pocket sized patio might be the perfect place for our photoshoot.
And there’s a very good reason for this month’s pictures being taken at home. For me, October has been all about home, but in a convoluted upside down sort of way. It’s been the first full month where we’ve all spent lots of time going our separate ways; H has been travelling all over the place with work; I’ve made the rush down the hill to catch the train to Birmingham and only missed the train once (and that was by seconds) and the girls have been gluing, painting and singing their way around their nursery.
We miss each other when we’re apart, and it’s made coming home our holy grail, our sanctuary at the end of the day. I’d like to say it’s where we can leave work at the door but sadly both residents of this house who are taller than 3′ have had to plod on into the evenings a few times, but it is where we reconnect, where we let the stresses of the day roll away in the joy and relief of being back together again.
At heart I am an unashamed homebody; our house is warm and snug, a riot of colour, occasionally tidy, full of the things we love and the things we love to do, and almost always contains chocolate, cake or both. I’m more careful with my sewing now that we have the girls, so you’re less likely to step on a pin than you once were, but there will still always be knitting on the end of the sofa, my camera tucked up on the dresser out of the reach of tiny fingers, quilts and blankies within easy reach, and baby and toddler toys strewn across the floor.
I think I am at my happiest at home, with my little family around me, playing silly games with the girls, or curling up under a quilt with H to watch telly and chat about random things while two sleepy little ones snooze upstairs in their beds.
In this last month it is the place I have most wanted to be. And if that doesn’t make it a good place for a photo, I don’t know what does.
Elma all sleepy and ready for a post-church, pre-lunch snooze, with that heavy sleepiness that babies get just before the eyelids start drooping, Kitty, still deeply attached to her stethoscope, checking all of our heart-beeps, and then referring it to H for a second opinion; and H, patiently corralling the little ones while I nip back and forth in and out of shot because he knows how much this means to me.
My little family, in October.
Well it just wouldn’t be me without a slightly silly photo!
But of all of the pictures I took, the ones I’m really going to treasure (and I realise this may be sacrilege to admit it because I’m not in the frame) are the ones I took while I was setting up; two girls and their adoring Daddy: