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Ten years of spring

I love spring.

We’ve said goodbye to frosty fingers and I don’t yet have to smother my pasty, pale skin in factor one million. It’s when the year really starts to begin and we have a wonderful summer to look forward to followed by the melancholy of autumn and the magic of Christmas.

I really love spring.

But it’s also a nice time for rebirth and reflection. Saying hello to the new but also remembering what once was.

So today I give you ten years of spring; ten years of my spring.

2004 to 20072008 to 20112012 to 2013
In 2004, Paul and I went on our first holiday as a couple. We went to the beautiful Isle of Capri. We loved it so much that we went back in 2005. In 2006, we both turned 30 and had many days and nights away with friends and family to celebrate. Spring 2007 saw us attend the best wedding I have ever been to in Zell am See in Austria. I’m not a fan of weddings but this one truly wonderful and hugely entertaining – and check out how green everything is there.

We took a trip to London to visit school friends in 2008 and as you can see had a fun time in the ice bar. But my god those cocktails were disgusting. In 2009, we moved in to the apartment that we live in now and in typical Swiss fashion got the Nespresso machine up and running before anything else. The springtime of 2010 was a very special time as I was pregnant with CK and we spent a week in New York on our last pre-baby holiday. And there’s the little man pictured with me in 2011.

This time last year, in 2012, I was carrying a very small BB inside me – just 3.65 mm long. And now, in 2013, our family is complete.

My wonderful ten years of spring.

one week

Spring – The 1970s Diet

The 1970s DietLast but by no means least, I have guest post from Natasha who blogs at the brilliant and funny The 1970s Diet. Although we’ve never met, I know that we’re going to spend our retirement years making regular trips to Vegas together in order to stalk Brandon Flowers when he’s no longer young and fit enough to run away from us.

When I offered up my services for a guest post, whilst your resident blogger, Mrs Far from Home Mama aka Three Years from Home aka Rachel goes off on her jollies – I thought GREAT! A different ranting platform. I can rant and rage about all manner of things that piss me off on a daily basis and possibly throw in a few dieting tips to boot. Let me at this unsuspecting bunch of followers. A hell of a lot of followers, have you seen how many she’s got? Too many I’d say. Best you all unfollow and head on over to me. I’m just kidding, I’m not bitter. I can’t be – she made me a badge for my blog and everything. She’s nice. I like to think I have a cult following. It’s all good.

Me, me, me, lets talk about Rachel. So having agreed to relinquish control of her slick, clean, organised blog she says “oh by way, the theme is ‘spring’”. Theme?! Theme?! What is this you speak of? Bloody typical. She’s so fucking organised she’s even thought about what she wants talked about in her absence. Okay, I can do this, a post to order with a theme.

So I think do I talk about the Spring? Yellow, daffs, Easter. Done. Yawn. Do I talk about how my husband loves the spring because he hates the winter? He reckons he’s got that SAD syndrome – you know Seasonal Affective Disorder – seasonal bollocks more like. If an emotion can have a tag, a label, its gonna get one isn’t it? I can hear my granddad from beyond the ashes, saying in his Derby accent, “do what?!” tut, shake his head and think we didn’t have time to be SAD when fighting the Germans in Italy at the tender age of 17. It gets dark in the winter, get over it. If you live in the UK you have this thing called seasons – Winter (its cold), Spring (its cold), Summer (a different version of cold) and Autumn (its cold). So I reckon if you live here you need to overcome your SAD shit.

I do actually love my husband very much if that’s not coming across – he gets a little down as he loves the spring and we joke about his SAD syndrome. We have a rule in this house – you’re allowed to be ‘depressed’ for 2 days maximum. Anything beyond that is self-indulgent – that includes my good self.

Or I could talk about, how, ordinarily for me (and I suspect for other dieters) Spring time is the time you reflect, ponder and ask how’s that “lose 2 stone by April” working out for you? It’s the time of year when you think I should have lost much more by now. Panic, alarm bells set in, not to mention an imaginary huge clock (careful on the spelling!) ticking in your fat head and you start mentally thinking I’ve got X amount of weeks to lose X amount of weight for X, X, and X event. Replace X with holiday, wedding etc. Its a reality check. If you don’t get your arse in gear by this time its unlikely you’re going meet any targets you set yourself in January. Repeat this process for the vast majority of your life. No don’t think I’ll write about that.

So what, what, what. Well I think I came across Rachel during the spring. Yes, that’s it, we found each other on twitter in amongst the bloggeratti. She made a comment and uploaded a picture of a dent in her sofa that her fat arse had made. Her words not mine. She likes a Cadbury’s cream egg so she does. In my day, you could only eat them around about Easter time – spring time. Don’t get me started on them being on sale on 2nd January. I digress. I like her honesty, her obsession with chocolate things and nice cups of coffee. I liked the fact she lived in Zürich (I’ve been there once), I liked her slick blog. I reckon she’s calm, measured, organised and possibly a bit of a hard nut and yet I’ve never met her.

We were sprung together in the spring time. How about that. Its funny isn’t it how your life pans out? People you’ve never met will enter your life time line. We didn’t know each other and yet our paths have crossed. I trusted her and liked her from the off. We had a connection. I know we would have been friends in real-time – not virtual time. I would have got chatting (yes, I would have initiated the chat, probably commented on some baby accessory that still looked clean) at a playgroup and she/I would have said something to confirm we hated the same people. Friendship sealed.

Even better as I’ve come to know her (the only blogger who has access to my facebook page don’t you know!) I discovered she loves The Killers, Brandon Flowers, Las Vegas and other stuff. You know when someone says what they like and you’re waving your hands, jumping up and down saying “but I like that too!”

Yup, that’s it. We were sprung together in the spring time. Maybe, one day, our paths will cross in real-time but until then we will remain virtual ‘you’re like me’ buddies!

And that concludes Spring week. A big thank you to my three wonderful guest bloggers. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading their posts. Now I’m off to tend to my Brandon Flowers shrine.

See you next week.


Spring – Little Luca & Me

Today’s guest post is from Franki. Franki is a first time mummy to Luca and relatively new to the blogging world. She blogs about pretty much anything that takes her fancy from food to days out and beauty products to the life of a new mummy. You can find her at Little Luca & Me or follow her on twitter as @franki_s
Luca & Mummy at Rothwell ParkAs I am sat writing this, out of my window I can see snowflakes, again! After a relatively nice week, where the sun poked his head out of the clouds a few times, I thought spring was definitely in the air, we even took Luca for a few trips out to the local park and then to the bird garden at Lotherton Hall. But just when I thought we’d seen the back of days stuck indoors in the flat, attempting to keep warm, the snow falls again. Usually the snow doesn’t bother me, in fact I quite like it, but now I have a 7 month old it’s lost its fun and I am willing spring to rear it’s cheery head.
Luca & Daddy on the bridge

Spring symbolises the start of a new year for me and the start of a new life cycle, this could be my inner Pagan bursting out. After everything has shrivelled up and died in the cold of Winter and people have spent the past few months huddled up indoors, Spring coaxes everything back out and brings it back to life. The flowers start to poke their heads out of the previously frost covered ground. People venture back outdoors with the first sign of the sun and, my favourite part, babies!!

Baby animals are solely enough to get me excited about anything. Little lambs bouncing about fields, little bunnies frolicking in the grass, piglets, calves, chicks, foals, what’s not to love?? This year I can share all this with my amazing little boy. He is just starting to really explore the world and he will be 8 months when spring officially arrives on the 20th March. I simply cannot wait to properly introduce him to all the delights of nature.
Chasing the birds at Lotherton Hall

I already have lots of things planned. We are going to visit places like Cannon Hall for the petting farm, Yorkshire Sculpture Park for picnics, Stockeld Park for the maze, the stables for Luca’s first ride on a horse and not to forget our annual family tradition of a huge picnic/BBQ party at Temple Newsam where we will also visit the farm to see all the baby animals.

Spring also brings Luca’s first Easter, unfortunately he won’t be getting chocolate this year but I am going to decorate the flat with lots of colourful eggs and spring flowers. It also brings my first birthday as a Mummy and more exciting than all those things; Mother’s Day & Father’s Day.

I cannot wait to celebrate my first Mother’s Day with all 4 generations of our family together. As well as celebrating my initiation into parenthood, I am going to make sure I tell my own fabulous mum and super grandma how special they are to me and how much I appreciate them and the life they have enabled me to lead. This will then be repeated on Father’s Day when we shower the amazing men in our lives with the same praise.

There is a slight hint of sadness that comes with spring for me this year, my return to work but hopefully all the joyous things that spring is bringing will help me to forget this and make the most of the time I do spend with Luca.

I simply cannot wait for spring and whatever it holds for us as a family. So here’s to you Spring, let’s make it a good one for my Little Luca.

A season of reflection – Dummy Mummy

Welcome to Spring Week. While I’m taking a few days off to roam the Welsh countryside with my boys, I have three wonderful guest posts for you. The first is from Anna who blogs at Dummy Mummy. Anna claims that despite becoming a mum for the second time around in 2012, she still doesn’t have a clue what she’s doing (I don’t believe this for a minute!). One of Anna’s passions is breastfeeding and you can find a whole wealth of information and support on her blog.

I love March. Love, love, love it. As a SAD person (and a sad person), spring heralds all that is right with the world – sunshine (sometimes), longer days, brighter mornings, the ability to chuck the de-icer and gloves and thermal undies in a drawer for the next six months, and the revival of shoes-that-require-no-socks. Although, once spring is upon us, it no longer feels acceptable to go to bed at 7.30pm, as I may have done routinely throughout winter. Well, it’s dark before 5pm, and half seven feels like it’s the middle of the night after being up at 6am with two small children.

This time of year also makes me a little bit reflective. It’s filled with promise and growth and new opportunities, the summer seems to stretch out forever in front of us, and yet it makes me look back, too. It’s a time to take stock, to decide what needs to change and to make those changes, to look over the metaphorical shoulder of the year and see just how far we have come.

So just how far have we come?
And just to prove that each year does bring change, new starts and opportunities, that everything really is only a phase, and it is good to look back sometimes, the photo on the left was taken in Spring 2010 and the one on the right in Spring 2011.

(Due to a lack of decent maternity clothes, the stretchy pjs and The Boyfriend’s t-shirt was a phase that lasted a lot longer than it really should have).

I love spring.