Like every two year old in the world (or at least I presume this to be the case), B has suddenly found a wholehearted love for ice cream. Often, when we ask him what he'd like to eat, a cheeky grin spreads across his face and he says "ice cream" with a giggle. In the tiny teasing moments we've had of summer, we've been making home made 99s to lick in the garden. His ice cream obsession suddenly reminded me of this little plastic play ice cream set that I bought in Ikea about three years ago. It was intended as a gift but got forgotten at the back of our present cupboard. So I decided to craft some little felt scoops of ice cream, complete with sprinkles, ready for B's birthday.
Monday, 27 May 2013
I'd never been to Weston-Super-Mare before. We've visited Clevedon a number of times but never it's Seaside town cousin. It appeared to us, through sun soaked spectacles, to have the perfect blend of soft sandy beaches that go on for miles with just the right amount of seaside kitsch. We were able to dip into all the wonderfully tacky arcade-fuelled craziness, before retreating far away up the prom to an almost deserted stretch of golden beach, where we took shelter from the cool breeze in a little tent, and B spent about two hours rolling around on the warm, soft sand whilst Mr B built sandcastles and I took industrial quantities of photos and read the Guardian.
Our day was packed full of all the perfect seaside activities. A ride on the carousel, Fish and Chips eaten with little wooden forks, a walk along the prom, a stroll up the pier, meeting the donkeys, eating ice creams really fast before they melted down our arms, feeling the sand between our toes and building sand castles. B opted for a ride in a little train pulled by a shire horse rather than a donkey ride.
As the sun started to go down, we packed up and poured bucket loads of sand out of every crevice of B's clothes and body! Then we drove home to eat hot chicken sandwiches and glow with sun soaked skin.
Thursday, 23 May 2013
We are very lucky indeed to live five minutes walk from two gorgeous little parks in Bath. One of them, Sydney Gardens, was where Jane Austen used to take her morning stroll. It is pretty as a picture, with the train line and the canal running through it, zigzagged by lots of little bridges on which I regularly now stand with B to shout "Choo choo" as the trains whizz past. If we're lucky, the London Paddington drivers toot their horn at us as we wave to them, much to the delight of B. Sydney Gardens is also home of the Holburne Museum, a beautiful art gallery with a fancy cafe attached. At the weekend, the Holburne hosted a hot air balloon in their gardens so we took a teething toddler along in the evening to cheer him up and help him forget all about his poorly mouth.
Wednesday, 22 May 2013
Thursday, 16 May 2013
In two weeks, my baby boy turns two. Two?! How did that happen? For his birthday this year, Mr Biddle and I are crafting him three gifts which I'll share with you as and when they get finished. We decided that with a little more time on our hands than this time last year, and with him at an age where he'll happily accept handmade gifts rather than choosing branded things at the toy shop, we'd seize the opportunity. So the first of our handmade gifts is ... ta da. A recovered mini pram.
I think that B will love this to push his favourite cuddly toys to the park in ... who says prams are just for little girls?!
Saturday, 11 May 2013
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
This is my little sister and I, in a camper van on the Welsh coast eating hula hoops and looking scarily similar to how little B now looks. My darling sister turned 30 in April and for her birthday, I sewed her up a very special quilt. This quilt has been 3 years in the making. It's not been a continuous effort - I had an initial frenzy of paper piecing hexagons. Then a baby and life got in the way, and I picked up my quilt making efforts with fervour earlier this year. [please forgive the photos below - they were all taken on my phone after I dropped our fancy camera and broke the focus!].
Other plain pink fabrics from our Nan's also went into the quilt, along with the fabric my sister wore as a bridesmaid at my wedding, and a pale plain blue which was once curtains belonging to our Great-Grandparents. Mixed in to these memories in thread are a wonderful array of modern cottons.
Determined to get the quilt finished in time for her surprise party, I kept the quilt a kind of long thin strip so that it can be placed as a runner over the end of her bed. Here's B helping to flatten it out with his toy Dyson. Paper piecing an entire quilt is quite a challenge and so I'm sure I'll only ever attempt a handful of them in my life (and maybe finish the one I started for B two years ago). But my sister is a truly wonderful, talented person and so special to me. I'm so proud of her and so I poured love into every stitch and I wish her a very happy 30th birthday.
Sunday, 5 May 2013
Ikea and buying a 'big boy bed' with him. We'd spent the week building up to this, talking to him about the change.
We went for the mini version of a bed we already have in both king and queen size - we're like the bed part of Goldilocks and the Three Bears! It's called the Minnen and was an early birthday present from my Mum and Step-dad. We chose this one, not only because it looks so lovely, but also because it is extendable so will last him ages though isn't too big for him just yet (the mattress comes with add on parts too), and the little decorative struts at the side also act a kind of guard rail to stop him rolling out.
Once we got the bed home, B helped to dismantle his cot and construct his new bed. He was so blooming excited when it was finally up and covered with his duvet. And whilst the first three nights found him rather scared and unsettled at bedtime, he has got used to his new sleeping situation brilliantly and it's so cute to hear his little patter of feet coming to say good morning now that he can climb in and out by himself. Here's the bed in situ (and looking more well made than it will ever be again!).
Just in case you're wondering, the owl lampshade is the Gulort Shade from Ikea and is the bargain sum of £6. The poster of the Balloon Boy is by Ingela P. Arrhenius from The Pippa and Ike Show. The Dream Big Little One cushion is by the amazing Robin and Mould. And the Alain Gree print came from the Anorak Magazine shop. The bike fabric is a Sarah Jane for Michael Miller fabric and I bought the cot bed duvet and pillow inserts from Mothercare. I think everything else has come from second hand furniture shops and flea markets, or have been amazing gifts from friends.