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12/04/2015

Elma Family Kitty Pip {the ordinary moments}

Eggs

12/04/2015

My house is overflowing with chocolate eggs.  We have bags of eggs tucked out of sight of small daughters in the studio, we have eggs hiding behind the computer screen on the table, there’s a little box of chocolate chicks (egg-shaped) in the top of the kitchen cupboard and there’s a couple of creme eggs in the freezer (I read that it’s a thing and H has promised to try it out for me).  Suffice to say, Easter was chocolatey.

But it was happy and full of family and friends too, and then time to just sit and be as our family of five; to listen to the girls playing ice cream shopkeeper or watch Pip roll over and over and over and over all the way across the floor until he bumps into the sofa and then has to do a funny sort of wiggle round to turn the other way and start rolling back again.

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

We spent Saturday with friends whose darling baby daughter is just a few weeks younger than Pip, chatting, watching football, eating a carpet picnic lunch and finally, sitting out in the sunshine for a “Daddies holding babies versus small girls” egg and spoon race, from one end of the garden, around the washing line and back again. The girls usually won as the babies had an unfortunate fixation with the eggs, and kept reaching out and filching them off the end of the spoon and dropping them into the grass.  Well I say the girls won, Kitty usually won, and about half the time Elma was in hot pursuit, but then there were the other times, when going round and round and round the washing line was just too tempting and she stayed there, twirling away in her own little world of contentment.

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

Sunday was brilliantly sunny and after a wonderful church service (followed by a very successful Easter egg hunt in which lolly sticks were retrieved from the churchyard, under the pews and in the font and taken to the Vicar to be exchanged for chocolate eggs) we headed north to spend the rest of the long weekend with H’s family.

I don’t think Kitty was wholly out of the car before she’d spied the first clue, a bag high up in a tree with her name on it and a very special bunny inside.  And from there they were off, scampering around the garden, dragging their bags with them spotting bunnies in the shrubbery and chicks and more bunnies perched up high on the greenhouse.

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

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

It was an epic Easter egg hunt and possibly only topped by the arrival of a great-aunt and uncle for supper and H’s brother and sister-in-law on Easter Monday.

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

The girls have trailed their Grandad wherever he went, helped him look for new fish for his pond, scooted up and down the drive and played most happily with their Auntie’s childhood Sylvanian families house and the two big dolly prams that live at Grandma’s house.

We came back on Tuesday, and with the novelty of having H around as he had a few more days off work I think the best way to describe this week is to say that we have pottered.  There’ve been games of football in the garden, a Daddy-Kitty trip to the park and for an ice cream while Elma napped and Pip and I had a chat and we’re still ploughing our way through goodness knows how many loads of laundry (it’s just a good thing it’s been sunny).  

It’s been like our ordinary weeks, only with Daddy home, and I think I’m being totally spoiled in having that extra company and the extra pair of hands. 

It’s been a perfect Easter holiday, and we have enough chocolate eggs to survive an apocolypse – anyone want some?