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June 2014

Elma Family Kitty Me and Mine Photography

Me and Mine – a family portrait for June

30/06/2014

Just to the south of Stratford is possibly the most amazing garden ever.  It’s owned by the National Trust, and made beautiful by what can only be serried ranks of gardeners.  To call it a garden is probably doing it a disservice; it’s a series of garden ‘rooms’, all filled to the brim with gorgeousness.  I don’t think I’m overstating it to say that you could easily spend a whole afternoon in just one ‘room’, and I’ve never yet been on a visit where we managed to see the whole set.

If you know Hidcote then you’ll know what I mean.  It seemed an easy choice to make when Sunday dawned full of sunshine and we were thinking around for somewhere to have a picnic, to let the girls run off any cabin fever from the rainy end to the week, and to see if we could persuade everyone to sit still for a few pictures.

Ages ago the National Trust used to ask you to picnic in their official picnic area, but it wasn’t terribly popular because quite frankly when you’ve travelled to be somewhere lovely who wants to be eating their sandwiches gazing at the rear end of a dozen or so well laden coaches reversing to park.  But now they’ve designated one of the gardens as their picnic area; a huge relief to those of us that will neither admit nor deny every having snuck their picnic in before.

And so that’s where our Me and Mine shots come from this month; the far corner of the Wilderness Garden, looking out onto a field of rapeseed humming with bees, and the gentle roll of the Cotswolds beyond.

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I’ll admit as photo shoots go it wasn’t one of our best.  For starters, I clearly took leave of my senses and set us up to be horribly backlit, took a heap of photos where we’re all a bit underexposed and then decided that we needed to move around.

It seems that as the girls get bigger and wigglier, my chances of getting them to sit still are decreasing at a rapid rate, and somehow small children being held with a death grip by parents with forced smiles and gritted teeth doesn’t exactly scream ‘happy family photo’ to me, so if they want to run, we let them.  And I try not to fret that I’ve left the pictures to the last minute.

But when even the sitting down photos have Kitty pulling a hundred funny faces and looking like she’s just been through a hedge backwards, and Elma looking from me to the camera and back again with a puzzled expression that can only mean “didn’t we just do this a minute ago” you really start to wonder (a) whether you’ll ever get a photo that you like, (b) whether you should have taken a picture of all of you in the Premier Inn last week as photo insurance, and most importantly (c) how on earth everyone else manages to produce gorgeous pictures each month.

But if there’s one thing I’ve learnt about photography it’s that if you force it it just gets worse (rule 1).  So we quit.  At least temporarily.  H chased the girls around the wilderness to get some of their wiggles out; I adjusted my set up (and called myself an idiot ten times over), and we raided the picnic bag for the scones (rule 2: bribe and corrupt).

And with that we seemed to find our groove a little more easily (although point (c) still applies).

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

We said ‘cheese’ and ‘chips’ and ‘sausages’ (all of which now feature heavily in Elma’s vocabulary), and waved at the camera, and there in my perfectly imperfect photos I found what I was trying to capture all along, that feeling that there is no where else in the world that we would rather be than right here, right now, together.

My family – in June

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

Although for the record – not even scones will stop them scarpering!

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

dear beautiful
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Living Arrows 26/52

30/06/2014

There are three possible options.

(a) I may have been writing too much about the glories of an English summer, and spending lots and lots of time outside;

(b) I did hang some laundry on the line; or

(c) H went to attempt to play cricket for the first time in weeks.

Whatever the cause, the result was the same: it poured with rain.  In a big splattery rain drop followed by constant drizzle kind of a way, and I rapidly discovered that two little girls who are now very used to being able to go outside and run off their energy in the fresh air are going to get cabin fever an awful lot faster than two little girls who don’t really fancy the look of all that cold freezy icy wintery stuff outside.

We tried dancing and singing (multiple versions of ‘Let it Go’ with the version of the words that Kitty learnt from a friend at nursery and insists are correct – for the record I’m pretty sure after many viewings of the real thing that it doesn’t include the lyrics “Let it go, let it go, it’s the funnest day ever!”); we tried a bit of jumping up and down on the spot; and after we built a lovely train track with both bridges and all of it interlocking only for track to start mysteriously hurling itself across the room I knew there was only one thing for it.

We were going out to the play park.

Thank heavens for waterproofs.

And so with Elma waterproofed from head to toe; Kitty wearing a raincoat and wellies when her waterproof trews entirely defied detection and the bump sort of covered by H’s biggest walking jacket we headed out into the deluge.

Oddly enough we were the only people at the play park.  I can’t say the girls were so delighted to be out that they instantly forgot all about the rain; it took them both a little while to figure it out; but as soon as we started to play on the coloured spots in the floor, and Elma had had a go on the swing they’d decided that actually outside was a pretty fun place to be.

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

We must have spent nearly an hour up there on the top of the hill; watching a tiny glimmer of blue sky be whisked away to the south of us, and the grey grey and more grey clouds come rolling through, but it wasn’t too cold, and well, there’s only so wet you can actually get.

 

 

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

Now that Elma is big enough to want to copy everything Kitty does and more (and oh how vividly I remember Kitty at that stage; utterly convinced that there was nothing she couldn’t do) they have a playfellow in each other.  And while they don’t always do exactly what the other would want, I think for all that they like to have each other’s company.

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

 

When they’re out of the house anyway!

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

 

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Elma Family Garden Kitty {the ordinary moments}

Al fresco bath time

29/06/2014

I think the thing that I love the most about the summer is how easy it makes it to say yes. Yes we can go to the play park, yes we can have lunch outside, yes you can go run around in the garden, there’s none of the really boring grown up consequences of the winter or even our horribly wet spring, the ones that say you’ll get wet, you’ll get really cold if you don’t keep your coat/hat/gloves on, you’re going to get mud all over the house.

I love coming home from nursery, throwing open the back doors, chucking a couple of quilts out onto the lawn and just relaxing into the end of the day. It always seems so much calmer than when we’re all indoors; watching the pigeons scuttle back and forth along the fence, inventing obstacle races for Kitty to burn off the last of her energy, and welcoming the sun on my skin and the smell of the neighbours’ honeysuckle.

And if you’ve spent the afternoon outside, had tea outside, had supper outside – well why not bath time too?

H had refilled the splash bucket with warmish water for Elma to have a good play in, and given she was already down to her nappy and kept trying to climb over the edge, we thought ‘why not?’ and lifted her in.

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

And with smiles like that it’s no wonder Kitty wanted to follow suit so we pressed the (happily empty) nappy bin into service.

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

Kit, my little six-year-old-sized three year old is just that smidgen bit bigger than both her sister and all available buckets, and where Elma could hunker down in a sort of cross legs position, snuggled up to her shoulders in the water, Kitty was never really going to fit like that. She gave it a try, decided that it really wasn’t very comfy being squished in a bucket, and decided to go for utter decadence and a sort of laid back, legs over the edge of the bath, someone will wait on me hand and foot kind of pose.

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

It might not have been the cleanest that they’ve ever ever been after a bath, but a little bit of grass in your bath water never hurt anyone, and if you’ve ever bought a Lush bath bomb you may even have gone so far as to pay for the privilege.

All I know is that I tucked two warm and slightly damp little girls into bed that night their smiles lit up the night.

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

Family Kitty

Kittyisms – June 2014

28/06/2014

    Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

On the subject of school – something they must have been talking about a lot at nursery at the moment

When I get to school I’m going to do different things really I am!

When I am five I can go to school and have new Ariel Duplo I can!

(Ed note: explanation provided by H – the Ariel Lego she saw in the shop says 5+ on the box! Quite how that has become so tightly tied to going to school is anyone’s guess.)

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Indefatigable logic as always:
Mummy, can I have another gingerbread man?
Not right now lovely
How about now?
Wait 10 minutes ok, wait until the clock says one and nine. 
… Two minutes later
Mummmeee it says one and one!
I know, but what are you waiting for?
A biscuit!

In the car on the way home from our Devon holiday:
I went on a holidays trip with Mummy and Daddy and Elma and Grandpa and it was fabulous really it was!

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

On playing church:
Mummy this god is very dangerous.
Oh, why is this god very dangerous?
Because he has shark pointy things!
Does this god look a bit like the Gruffalo?
Yes!

On choosing her Sunday afternoon film:
What do you want to watch today lovely?

James P Cinnamon and Ousky-Mousky!

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

On our national hobby:
Mummy, I’m chewing!
What are you chewing sweetie?  (looking around the garden for anything that might have been considered edible and drawing a blank).
I’m chewing for the slide, behind [Elma]!

And my absolute favourite of the month, overheard in the background of a video H took of an animatronic dinosaur at the Natural History Museum:
Stick your tongue out at me dinosaur!