No, not dead, just busy baby-gazing (read constant breastfeeding!) and child-raising. It's been so long I don't quite know where to start. Probably with a long-overdue thank you for all the good wishes and comments on my last post - I'm not sure where the weeks have gone since the baby sister was born.
We had an idyllic Summer of visits to relatives, day trips, picnics, teeth falling out left right and centre (the big sister), conquering a fear of slides (the boy), and first smiles and laughter (the baby sister). Also, let's be honest, a little bit of squabbling (the big sister and the brother) and much vomiting and screaming (the baby sister), but we'll gloss over that.
We did castles (Castell Coch and Conwy), gardens (Bodnant) beaches (Lyme Regis), archery (Old Sarum), crabbing (the quay in Conwy), ancient monuments (Stonehenge) and much more besides, and the children had a whale of a time.
photo by my dad, hence higher standard of photography than usual!
Whilst I often bemoan the fact that we live so far from all our relatives, it does give us lots of lovely places to visit come holiday time from Wiltshire to Dorset, South Wales and North Wales.
There was also a 10 year wedding anniversary - obviously I was a child bride, I'm not just an aged old crone. We celebrated with a ready meal from M&S, talk about a glamorous lifestyle! Last weekend we also christened the brother (long overdue) and the baby sister. Cue a bit of stash-busting of my yarn hoard - this baby bonnet and cardigan.
another pic courtesy of my dad
Now if only I'd had the foresight to start knitting more than 3 days before the christening I'd probably be able to uncurl my fingers by now.
Life is somewhat hectic around here these days, and I'm not yet sure where I'm going to carve out some serious sewing time, but I'm enjoying all the mother stuff in the meantime. I've contemplated getting one of those mummy calenders of the many columns but I fear that's only one step from being the kind of person who does all her ironing the minute it's brought in from the line, remembers to polish the school shoes and gets all the lunches made the night before, so I've resisted so far - I wouldn't want to wreck my well-earned slummy mummy image!