Pops turns 60!

I haven’t blogged in a fair while. Between organising a christening, looking after a very poorly Neve and the run up to Christmas I haven’t found the time. But before we get in to full Christmas swing, today is a special day for my family- happy 60th birthday pops!!

My dad is so many things to me, first and foremost of course the most amazing daddy (yes I’m almost 30 and still call him daddy)! But also the best grandypops to my girls, an awesome father in law to Danny and our go to: plumber, electrician, mortgage adviser, banker, babysitter, teacher, mechanic, comedian (wannabe). Truth is without him we’d be lost!

He’s almost succeeded in teaching us to be successful adults- yes if we get a bank letter we don’t understand, something breaks or we have a car question Pops will still be the first person we ring. But he’s also taught us to save but spend too, to always put our children first and to make a joke out of everything. Laughter makes everything better! Plus I can now replace my own screen washer in the car- if that isn’t winning at adulthood I don’t know what is…

Pops is the most generous and kindest man I know; he has always helped us out in any way he can. From grammar checking our uni essays to giving us taxi money every night out and making us promise we spend it on taxi’s (definitely didn’t spend it on 3 more shots and then stumble home). Hell he still makes Christians sandwiches for work and he’s 25!

He is also a great big softy. We would literally laugh at mum when we were kids and she threw out the ‘You wait till your dad gets home’ card. Don’t get me wrong, he could lose his shit when he needed to- Amanda and I were quite difficult teenagers (me probably more so) and Christian is the reason the term ‘terrible twos’ exists; but you can never take someone who cries at Britain’s Got Talent too seriously when they get mad!

So here’s to wishing you a 60th birthday that is as special as you pops- thanks for all the fun, love and laughter along the way. This photo says it all…

Our First Wedding Anniversary

A couple of weeks ago it was our first wedding anniversary. Congratulations to us we’ve survived one whole year of marriage and it seriously scares me how quickly this year has gone. Truth be told, being married hasn’t changed our lives; it pretty much just changed my surname (which when you’re a teacher is pretty hard to get used to). Pre marriage we already had a house, joint bank accounts and most importantly a Georgia (heathans that we are!). Post marriage we still have our house, a slightly less healthy looking bank account, a much sassier Georgia and, fast forward 9 months, yes you do the math, a beautiful Neve!

Nevertheless, getting married was important to me and all my hinting obviously made it important to Danny so our first anniversary should be full of romance, love and mushiness right? Apparently not in our marriage. How it actually began in the morning was a rather groggy, post Georgia had nightmares night, ‘Happy anniversary I forgot to get you a card,’ ‘Good me too!’ (The key to a successful marriage- both be as shit as each other!) followed by a trip to Rutland Water accompanied by our small children.

We chose to go to Rutland for the day because we got married there and we thought we could have a romantic stroll, then a short play in the park for Georgia. HA! How wrong we were! Our romantic stroll ended up being a brisk walk straight to the park and then a round of mini golf. In all honesty I quite enjoy a bit of mini golf. Danny gets all technical and precise, blabbering on about angles and shit; I just hit and hope and guess who wins more often?! (Danny will tell you it’s him but he’s a big fat liar). Anyway turns out its not quite the same with a toddler in tow. The toddler has to win every hole or they’ll pull a strop to end all strops. In fact, the toddler pretty much has to play every shot, no matter whose turn it is or whose ball it is. The toddler will flat out refuse to use the child’s golf club issued to them, will insist on using yours instead and be absolutely lethal with it. And then… just when you’re getting in to it, the toddler will decide they’re fed up and everyone has to stop playing! But… the one saving grace…the toddler does look cute when you make them pose for photos (even if you do have to bribe them with an ice cream).

Despite having to spend most of our anniversary playing mini golf, at the park or answering ‘Are we there yet?’ 50 millions times, I did have a lovely day with my favourite people.

Then, even lovelier, was that Nanna had Georgia and Neve for a sleepover last weekend so we could go away to celebrate our anniversary… JUST THE TWO OF US!!

The weekend actually started off with me in a massive strop because Danny hadn’t organised where we were going and instead spent the time I had asked him to find and book a hotel (while I was taking Georgia to ballet) playing f*cking football fantasy league! But I’m over it now… ish…

Anyway we ended up going to Norwich for the weekend and doing a lot of what adults do when they go away without children…. sleeping. Get your minds out of the gutter! I’m open in my blog, but not that open; my Mumma reads these! We went out for a romantic meal and Danny became a proper grown up man- he ate mussels for the first time. He to google how to eat them and ask the waitress, just to be doubly sure, but he did it!! We drank, we shopped, we ate ALOT and it was just what we needed to spend some time together just the two of us!

Life isn’t always easy when there’s little people involved but it’s the best thing in the world and having a partner in crime to laugh with, cry with, keep you sane and drive you insane all at the same time is all you can really ask for! Here’s to many more anniversaries!