Girl Off Grid…

Ok, ok. So not exactly ‘off grid’ as defined by the Oxford English but these past few months I’ve blogged less and less. Until last month… when I didn’t publish a blog post at all.

I haven’t fallen out with blogging or social media in any way. I still get instagram related thumb cramp like the best of them. I’ve just been taking some time back for me and chilling out. Since falling pregnant this time around I can totally appreciate the ‘constantly exhausted pigeon’ meme doing the rounds on Facebook. Read more

MEAL PLANNING MONDAY: W/C 16/1/2017

It’s time for me to construct the family weekly meal plan and as social media would lead me to believe, today is blue Monday.

First thing this morning the boiler was as dead as a dodo. PANIC. After a few minutes of both Mr Vista and I standing there, pressing buttons and scratching our heads we realised something vital… the washing powder box had the pressed the boiler switch on the wall to off.

Ahem.

We may be dummies but the point that I’m making is this: things aren’t always as bad as they first seem. When faced with certain peril, stop. Take a deep breath and like the kids of ‘Bear Hunt’ figure out a way to go through it. There is always a way – sometime it is as simple as turning the switch to on.

It’s blue Monday. It’s wet. The toddler has a snotty nose and we’re skint. But I will SMILE. We have a lot to be grateful for. Read more

Meal Planning Monday: W/C 2/1/2017

It’s 2017.

Seriously.

Is it just me or when you think “what year is it?” just for a split second you think it’s the 90s? I’m not sure where the last twelve months went, nor am I exactly sure how I wound up being a 30 something working mum when I’m still 17 in my head – but what I do know is that our family life needs more organisation.

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How To Make Your Own Christmas Day Stock FOR FREE

If you are in the habit of having a roast every Sunday like we are, then it would be SO easy to make your own stock to use on Christmas day. Not only would it cut down your waste and cost you nothing but a little longer on the hob, but it’ll be tastier by miles – How To Make Your Own Christmas Day Stock.

If you are on a low-fat diet plan (or Slimming World like me) you should remember this has more fat in it than making gravy from hot water and stock cubes. Read more

My Ordinary Captured Moment: Heart Shaped

Heart Shaped

Because, my love, sometimes it isn’t about
How fast or tall
How long
How loud or sweet the shout

Happy moments can too be made of bare faces
Kinky hair
Crooked biscuits
And no spare spaces

A messy draining board, as full as my heart
A crooked photo
Just ordinary us
Faced with life without you? I’m not sure where I’d start

My Ordinary Captured Moment written by Katie Haydock for Life on Vista Street

Words, when stringed together don’t always make sense. But when I look at this photo that my husband took of me and our daughter when we were just having an ordinary afternoon of baking (or ‘making’ as she calls it) the words above make perfect sense. We didn’t know the button was being pressed or that the moment was being captured.

We were being us. As we are. Happy and together.

As a guilt ridden working mum, I spend way too much money compensating for the time I missed with magazines and babychinos.

I need to remember that it doesn’t cost anything for me to show my Little Miss how much love I have for her in my heart. A few handfuls of flour and teaching her how to cut shapes out of simple dough is all it took. We kept cutting and cutting until the table was full of biscuits ready to be baked.

“Are they cooked now Mama?”

She doesn’t care that I have a bare face. I don’t care that everything she says is at ten decibels. It isn’t until it is time to go back to work that I realise how much I appreciate these ordinary moments. How much I appreciate the miracle that is my child, and how much I appreciate the man behind the camera capturing the moment.

Inspiration drawn from this blog post from the Ordinary Lovely.

Love

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