Hello? It’s been a little while hasn’t it. It’s nice to be back. Even if it does feel a little bit strange. So then, let’s cover off the elephant in the corner before we get started. I’d love to come up with some fantastical story for my internet disappearance; I was the Pyongchang mascot? the real life job sent me to somewhere deeply exotic but with no internet connection? we had so much snow I made myself an igloo and moved in? Nope, I’m not sick, not pregnant, not sworn off technology and gone to live off grid, or been abducted by aliens. The truth is that in the middle of January my real life job got insanely crazy busy again, weeks went by when I couldn’t remember not working, I bust my wrist and elbow with a combination of over-laptop and over-crochet (an injury from the car accident we had the summer before last that’s now horribly easy to aggravate) and something had to give.
What went was my blog and my social media and a lot of things I really truly love. When we got to the end of January and I started to think about rounding the family up for a Me and Mine shoot and it just felt like too much pressure and too much hard work and the antithesis of everything that it ought to be, I simply stopped, and found that once I had stopped it was horribly hard to find the motivation to push myself to get going again.
I love my blog, I love taking pictures and telling stories, but they are not the heart of my family, only a distillation of a tiny moment or two; savoured, treasured, but ultimately never a replacement for the real thing, and so it was time to step away, if even for a little bit.
Truth be told, I sometimes feel a little lost in this great big world of blogging; I’ve always flitted between niches, not quite fish nor fowl nor good red herring, and there have been times of very obvious change as real life moves into another season, and the blog has an uncomfortable wriggle or two before I can quite catch up with where I want to be and I’m definitely in a wrigglish frame of mind at the moment.
I do know that I don’t want to entirely abandon the habit of keeping this space as my online version of a baby book for the whole family, but not to the point that it becomes a source of stress; back to the good old days of blogging where stats was simply a module from my maths A-level. For this year’s Me and Mine, if I have a picture then I have a post, but if I don’t have a picture then we’ll just wait for another month, and for someone who is usually very motivated even by voluntary rules, I’ve surprised myself by how relaxed that decision made me feel.
Anyway; this month, I have a picture. Well I have several, and they’re all just as wonderfully silly as each other.
Over half term the mother of one of the girls’ school friends ran a pop-up yoga class, and as I’ve taken a yoga class with her before and loved it, it sounded like the perfect way to get everyone out of the house and off for a little exercise and stretching, and with John’s lovely cousin come to visit we had enough adults to make it achievable.
Pip was, quite frankly, rather baffled by yoga. He’d never seen it or done it before, but he definitely liked the bits where Mama laid down so that he could climb up on me and have another cuddle.
We worked through a few basic positions, many of which I still can’t do, but he and the girls came alive when we started to try paired up yoga poses – more excuses to climb on Mama and Daddy.
The final challenge was to find a way to Yoga pose the entire family group, with, varied degrees of success. None of us is a natural yogi, except possibly the incredibly bendy Elma, but for me it was one of the highlights of half term; all of us together, filling the sunshine with laughter.
Me and Mine, in February: