Walking in fields of gold

We had a lovely bank holiday weekend that we spent very lazily really. My favourite day was definitely the Monday. We didn't have any plans which is always the best kind of day really. The day started in a lovely fashion as I was treated to a lie in and a cup of tea in bed. Unfortunately Little Mr had his eye on all of the pancakes but I will let him off this time.

I had one mission today and that was to find a beautiful golden rapeseed field to take some pictures, Mr H had one mission and his was to have pizza for lunch! I had planned to do this when we visited Mablethorpe but unfortunately Little Miss was too poorly with chicken pox.

I won first and we had a lovely drive around finding our perfect location. We are lucky that there are lots of colourful fields within a short distance of our home. Once we found the perfect place we began. Little Miss and Little Mr had a fab time running around and laughed non stop.










They are not the best and by no means but I love them. Little Mr does too and when we viewed them on the computer he was already picking out the ones that he wanted on his wall.

I love this picture of Little Mr, he looks so relaxed and happy. He was watching and waiting for his Daddy to chase him here.

This is Little Mr's favourite picture. He loves being thrown high by his Daddy. I had a go too (at throwing the children, not being thrown) but I am not as brave at letting go.

Above is Little Mr's favourite

"Aww I love this one of Little Miss she is so cute, its much better than the ones of nothing."

I love the ones of Little Miss and Mr running towards each other and holding hands. I love seeing their precious little bond and how much they love and care for each other.

After our family adventure it was pizza time. Yipeee!
Here are some more pictures from the fields of gold.

The last couple are some of my favourite ones.

Little Mr Turns 4

I can't quite believe it but this week Little Mr turned 4. How can that be?
Some how this Birthday made myself and his Dad more reflective. Perhaps its because its because 4 means he will start school or the fact that at 3 he was still our baby. To us 4 just seemed so much older. the age at which he really was a little boy and no longer a toddler or preschooler.








I have been planning Little Mr's Birthday for months, well years really. It was his first proper party as we have previously held smaller tea parties at home. This year however he had asked to celebrate with a party, especially as he has been to many of his friend too. I knew straight away that we wouldn't be having his party at home as the prospect of 20 plus children plus parents was too much so settled on a local village hall. Since the day Little Mr arrived I have been planning out (in my head at least) what his parties would be like and I am so pleased with how his Birthday went. It was just how I had imagined.


We had Little Mr's party the day before his actual Birthday. Lots of his friend came and he had a marvellous time.

It was fair to say following the party we were pooped. We came back to the house with family and had a well deserved cup of tea and slice of cake. Little Mr had been very spoilt by all of his friends and received an overwhelming amount of presents.   Once the children were settled for the night we finished we marked the occasion with a bottle of Champagne and reflected on the last four years. On how Little Mr entered the world, our first thoughts bringing him home, how we were using garden chairs as indoor furniture!! We wouldn't change where we are now but it would be lovely to steal one more snuggle with our new born little boy.

Before bed I snook in to Little Mr's room for extra cuddles on his last night as a three year old, one last kiss and of course a photo.

Little Mr woke early on his Birthday, 5.30am to be precise. We even had to wake Little Miss which is a rarity. We spent a few hours opening presents and playing with new toys before heading to the coast. we visited the amusements, walked the beach, had fish and chips and ice cream. During our trip Little Mr said that it had been his wish when he blew out his candles that we come to the seaside for the day which was sweet.