Happy First of October


I still can’t quite believe it’s already October.

Where did September go?

Things were pretty busy for us here with Josh starting school, another thing I can’t quite believe.

That has to be one of my favourite pictures from his first day of school!

But now that we have all settled into our new routine, I thought it would be a great time to make a Fall bucket list.

I’m sure you’ve seen these things floating around the internet, but most of them seem to be from America and involve things like going to football games, something which we don’t really do much of here in Blighty.

So I made up one of my own, using ideas taken from other bucket lists I’ve seen and writing it on a photo of some leaves I took last fall.

I’m not sure what I might do with it; I’m thinking I might print it out and just hang it on the wall. That way, whenever I am looking for inspiration for something to do, I can just have a glance at it.

Feel free to save and print a copy if you feel it might help inspire you to get out and enjoy fall.

I know it will for me.

We can already tick apple picking off the list.

Now we just need to go make a pie with all those apples!

The Birthday Boy


Josh turned 3 recently.

Happy Birthday Josh!

Usually I try and take a nice photo (aka not with my iphone) of him on his actual birthday, but since we were busy going out for his birthday this year, that didn’t happen.

Oh well.

It’s only a few days later and today we had some free time, so I dug around the house and managed to find some water balloons.

I’m not really sure what I was going for, just that I was hoping I could manage to get a cute photo of him playing with them.

I think I did.



Tim came home while we were playing outside and Josh wanted to throw water balloons at Tim.

Much more fun than throwing them at a fence.

Until Tim decided to pop one over Josh’s head.

He wasn’t too happy about that.

But I think they’ve made up now.

Happy Birthday Josh.

We love you so much!

Baby Showers and Getting Back to the Blog


I bet you all thought I’d forgotten about this blog, didn’t you?

Well, sorry.

No such luck.

I’ve been meaning to post some pictures for ages but what with months of horrible morning sickness and life with a two year old, I’ve been a bit distracted.

In fact, I think the last time I actually posted something on here was way back in February.

Five months ago.

And now that I am six months pregnant with Josh’s little brother, it’s probably time I should get back to it. I’m sure all the family will like some photos of the new little man once he decides to make his arrival.

We just got back from a trip to California, which was amazing as always.

While we were there, my mom and aunt threw a baby shower for me, which was so lovely.

It was just perfect; lunch out overlooking the ocean, fun games and close family. So relaxed and enjoyable. I can’t thank them enough. And of course it means so much to me that this baby will have some new clothes and more importantly, photos for his baby book!

Here are just a few of the pictures from the shower.

Thank you all so much for coming out and for planning all of this. This baby sure is one lucky guy to have such an awesome group of women in his life!







A Pretty Good Day


Last week was half term here in England, which means schools were out and London was very crowded.

Most of the museums have special events on during half term for all the little ones. We decided to go to the National Gallery, which had on an Imaginary Worlds Family Festival.


The last time we came to the National Gallery with Josh was about a year ago and was clearly not a great place to bring a one year old.

But now that he’s a bit older he seemed to enjoy it, and I especially loved looking at paintings with him and listening to him tell me about what he thought was happening in them.

My personal favourite was when upon seeing Seurat’s Bathers at Asnieres, Josh was very concerned that the boy in the river had lost his dog and was calling out for him, though the dog didn’t seem to look too concerned to me.

We had a great time though looking at the paintings and doing some of the children’s events like listening to a pop up orchestra.

The fun didn’t stop either when we left the gallery, as we even managed to see a somewhat creepy puppet show happening in Trafalgar Square.


And of course we had lunch, which was possibly the highlight of the day when we found a new Mexican place on the Strand.

And dessert.

Dessert was pretty good too.

Yup. It was a pretty good day.


Climbing Leith Hill


We are still following through on our promise to explore a bit more of the countryside, and so last week we went to explore Leith Hill.

What is Leith Hill you might ask?

Why it’s only the second highest point in South East England. I really can’t believe you’ve never heard of it.

Only joking. Of course I can.

It’s just a big hill.

With a tower on the top.

But what better thing to do when faced with a big hill than to climb up it, which is just what we decided to do last week.

It was dry but pretty cold still, so Josh wasn’t in the greatest of moods.

But we persevered and eventually made it to the top.



Where we were able to see some lovely views and make our way over to the tower.



I can’t even begin to describe how cold it was from the top of the tower, with all the cold wind blowing.

But we climbed it and even managed to have a peek over the edge.




Which means Josh earned his first stamp in his National Trust passport.

At this rate, I think he’ll have that passport filled in no time at all.

Back to the Butterflies


Last week, we ended up heading over to RHS Wisley to see the Butterflies in the Glasshouse, an event which happens every February.

Last year was our first time going, which I wrote about here.

This time, not much was different, though as it had only recently opened, it wasn’t crowded at all. Which was nice.

We were able to see some butterflies.


We saw some beautiful flowers.

And all from inside a beautiful building which, as other people began to wilt from the heat, was just the right temperature for me.

Josh seemed to enjoy himself too.

And despite his running off to chase after the butterflies, I think I managed to get a few cute photos of him.



Though I’m especially pleased with this one.

Mainly because I have a very similar photo taken of him last year while visiting the butterflies.

My baby is growing up.

All Aboard


Trains and I, we have a love-hate relationship.

Growing up in California, the land of the car, trains seemed almost otherworldly.

Very glamourous. Very romantic. Very 1940s.

So moving to England and actually riding on trains to commute to work was a big slap in the face. All that scrambling to get a seat. Grumpy passengers. Piles of rubbish all over. The strong scent of urine in the air.

It didn’t exactly live up to expectations.

But now of course, Josh loves trains.

Probably because he doesn’t have to commute on them.

And the family thought it would be fun to take a train ride while we were out in California, from Ventura to Santa Barbara.

And they were right.

It was fun and Josh loved it.

We had to wait a while for the train to actually turn up. I think it was at least a half an hour late. Which meant plenty of time to hang out and play with the family.


And, of course, find some toys with Uncle Terry.

Once we were finally on the train, Josh went crazy, running up and down the aisles telling everyone to “go hide!”

Apparently trains are good places to play hide and seek.


The view was pretty nice too.

A short time later, we were in Santa Barbara.

We went and walked around a bit down by the pier, enjoying all that California December sunshine.


After lunch, we went and wandered up State Street.

We ended up going to see the courthouse there, which is such a beautiful building.




Though Josh was far more interested in his space shuttle than looking at any architecture.


It was such a lovely day.

It probably helps that this was the view from the train on the way back.

I imagine that helps make commuting just that little bit nicer in California.

Even if the train still smells like pee.