So it’s been a busy week or so- this is my excuse for slacking on the blog front. We’ve been up to visit family and friends in Suffolk and although I took my laptop with every intention of posting an update I just never seemed to get round to it. Before we went we had a fairly typical few days apart from the snow storm that rocked up at the end of the week. Fairly ironic that we had actual proper snow just a couple of weeks after we went on a snow hunt. When we moved down to Devon over 7 years ago we were told that snow was a very rare occurrence in the West Country, so of course that first winter was the worst winter in years. So I guess if it’s only going to do that sort of weather every 7 years then I think that’s a fairly accurate summary, let’s hope it stays a rare occurrence. The snow came with it’s usual emotions, first off the excitement- ‘oh doesn’t it look pretty’ ‘let’s go for a little walk in it’ ‘do you wanna build a snowman’ (I really hope you sang that last one like I did as I typed it). This however moves very quickly to, ‘please piss off now’ after being snowed in with a toddler. Even the cat tried to escape the house at one point! The snow did create one particular amusement though- Polly couldn’t say ‘snow’ properly and just kept running around shouting ‘nooooo’. See even she knows it’s bad news really.

The snow also meant we very nearly didn’t make the trip across the country and was the reason I was sat on the highways agency website at 2AM on Saturday morning. The journey wasn’t actually too bad and the worst bit was the M5 where the snow on either side meant the rain had nowhere to go but once we were past that it was a fairly typical journey up with a couple of stops to break the journey up. The last stop actually being in Suffolk when we let Polly loose in a soon to be closing toys r us. Oh and it was actually Henry’s birthday- which bad wife forgot about until we were 2 hours into our journey! Oops!

The week itself was a well needed break and a chance for us to do some things together before 3 becomes 4. Henry bagged 2 birthday meals out of it and we had a couple of trips to soft play centres. At the boys request we also visited a couple of farms that sold raw milk where Polly had great fun meeting some cows, very politely saying ‘hiya’ to each of them in turn. It was nice to catch up with friends and family but by the end of the week I was ready for own bed again as sleep doesn’t seem to be coming easy anymore now I’ve reached the size of a small whale. Polly was also ready to get back into some sort of routine where she woke up and went to bed again in the same house. She definitely had a fun trip though but by the end of the week was certainly pushing her boundaries after getting away with murder for a few days. We’ve had a fun couple of days since being back as we try and re-establish some sort of order.

I can’t complain too much though as she did treat me yesterday to a bacon sandwich and a nice candle.  The bacon sandwich was very much needed before returning back to work on mother’s day and the busy shift almost broke me after nearly 2 weeks off (stupid snow causing chaos before we went).

I feel like I’ve really skimmed over a lot, I am struggling to write this post a bit as someone already mentioned is being a bit of a diva. She was sat next to me happily reading a book but then randomly started ripping the pages, see just little things like that where she’s pushing the limits- really need to nip this in the bud before bear-bear arrives though. On a cute note to finish though she is now attempting to say her own name, only problem is she thinks it’s pronounced ‘bader’, no idea where this has come from but it is pretty amusing.