Even though she has never ridden one in her life, Little Mudlet is horse mad! I think this mostly stems from her hero worshipping of her adored oldest sister, Eldest Mudlet, who, as regular readers of my blog know, has her own rather special horse called Prince. Whenever she speaks to Eldest Mudlet, it is always Prince Little Mudlet asks about first, firing question after question about his wellbeing and what he’s been up to and it can be some time before she remembers to ask after her sister and her sisters’ fiancé. Continue reading
When he instinctively knows that mum isn’t feeling the best ……
Summer’s nearly over and the days are growing short,
The schools will soon reopen and there’s still uniform to sort!
Little Mudlet didn’t have any produce to exhibit in the local show but she did have entries for some of the childrens’ craft classes. Having been successful last year with her photography entry, she had been snapping away trying to get the perfect shot for several weeks and Friday saw me heading into town to do some shopping but also to use the photo printer which is in one of the shops.
It’s been almost four years since Mud built a not so little yellow Lego house for the girls to play with and in spite of his repeated requests for it to be demolished so that he can rebuild a new and improved version (the perfectionist in him hasn’t ever really been 100% happy with the finished model), both of the younger Mudlets have resolutely refused, happy with the yellow creation, sharing custody – for the most part, amiably – and incorporating it into their games at will. Continue reading
When endo’ cramps forced Eldest Mudlet to take a rest in the field, Prince came over to check on her and kept her company for 10 to 15 minutes. She set her phone up on the barrow and started to film and managed to catch this beautiful moment which clearly shows the strong bond and affection that has developed between them in the three years since she bought him.
She is his world and he is hers.
I’ve written a couple of times about my beautiful Eldest Mudlet and her struggles with endometriosis and transverse myelitis, how life can often seem to be a constant battle with pain, how she tries not to let it regiment her life and is determined to enjoy and make the most of the positives in her life. These positives include her wonderful loving and understanding (not to mention long suffering – if your partner has a horse you’ll understand) fiancé, the job she recently got promoted in to and her younger sisters who often make her giggle and brighten her toughest days with an over-excited, enthusiastic phone call about their day and achievements. Continue reading
I don’t do resolutions as a general rule because, well, no big surprise, but I rarely manage to stick to one long enough for any changes to register. That said I have decided that this year (2018), I am going to try and find one positive thing to record for each day of the year to try and make sure that I can hold onto my ‘glass half full’ outlook, even if in the company of ‘glass half empty’ individuals whose negativity has, I have found, often influenced my own outlook, no matter how hard I try not to let it. Continue reading
It’s hard to believe that another year has passed by in what seems like a mere blink of an eye. In just a matter of days we will be welcoming in another year and with it comes the promise of new adventures, opportunities and more chances to realises long held dreams, or brand new goals. As the years march on by, Mud and I watch our three beautiful girls grow both in stature (although I feel Little Mudlet will always be a mere slip of a thing), confidence and character. Continue reading
It’s safe to say that I really don’t like shopping and doing the usual big shop is my idea of hell on earth but I do it because it has to be done. My preferred way to shop is to leave Mud at home with the Mudlets and to set off on my own with my very detailed list safely tucked away in my purse. This way I can concentrate on finding the best deals without feeling the pressure of a stressed husband and bored children, who are all desperately wanting to flee the scene for the relative peace of Mudville. Continue reading