So I’ve been very slack in updating here haven’t I? I’d love to say it won’t happen again but those of you who know me well, will know that it more than likely will.

Here’s my run down of the last few months……

• I got me some rad dreads. They are still very much babies but loving the journey.
• We did The National Forest Folk Festival over at Conkers in Ashby, awesome time.
• We repeated our Natural Mama’s Big Camp adventure, bigger and better!
• I got a bun in the oven. Yep.
• Edward got glasses. Finally he can see!
• We had another Tunisian adventure.
• Christmas came and went…….along with twenty fourteen

Those three words are evil. A dismissal, that whatever you are going through isn’t important, your feelings are not as meaningful as other issues.
I read this article this morning and it summed up exactly how I felt towards that sentence. It’s about birth, and the dreaded phrase that ”All that matters is a healthy baby” well, no actually that isn’t all that matters.
It is the most important thing yes, but not all that matters. I wanted to share it here, mainly as it can be used in most life situations.
All that matters….is that you weren’t hurt. No. That is the most important thing, but what about the photographs, memories and contact info? What about loosing my Christmas present to some plonker?

All that matters……is that you got on the bus. No, it’s the most important thing but it’s frustrating that you didn’t get a seat, and inconvenient that you had to stand with your nose in someones armpit.

All that matters…….is that you voted. No, it is important that you vote. But seriously, what matters is that you vote for the party you feel will make the best decisions for us as a country, regardless
of which party that is and what they stand for.
I’m being a bit daft with this, but feelings and thoughts matter. Lets stop dismissing those. Lets stop silencing these thoughts.
Feelings matter, experiences matter.

Dear Fuckwit on a bike,
I’d like to thank you for stealing my phone, it’s taught me a very important lesson in safety when I’m walking in broad daylight to collect my 4 year old son from nursery. The same 4 year old son who’s pictures are in the phone’s memory, the same 4 year old who you’ll find singing songs from Frozen in the video memory of the phone, along with the Despicable Me Minion game that he loved playing. Thank you for giving us the screen break we so desperately needed.

What you may have realised by now, is that the phone is useless. I blocked it as soon as I got home, after spending an hour waiting at the nursery for the police, because I called them too. I thought they should know all about what colour t shirt you were wearing, the direction you sped off to and all about the pathetic sunglasses you were wearing in what I can only assume an attempt to hide your face.
I want you to know, I laughed when I thought of you trying to use the defunct phone, I laughed even harder when I thought of you trying to sell it without the stylus that was in my other hand.

I’d like to thank you for opening my eye’s to how kind and caring my son’s nursery are. They are less than a hundred yards away from the scene of your utter disrespect. After shouting at you and bringing out my best swear words, I ran to the nursery. They helped me call the police and got me a cuppa, they even offered me a lift home. They restored my faith in humanity.

I want to thank you for upsetting me so much my other half came home early from work to make sure I was OK. He rarely comes home early, so despite the shitty reason it was a nice treat for him to spend time with our 4 year old before bedtime. That same 4 year old who couldn’t understand why his Mum was so upset yesterday.

So, it’s just a phone. To me it was so much more, it was a photo album, a recording device, a way of keeping in touch with loved ones. The photo’s are likely gone forever, that’s not OK but I get to see my boy every day in the flesh so I’m very lucky.
Had you tried to steal him, we may be having a very different conversation.

I never forget a face, yours has scolded itself onto the inside of my eyelids. I’ll see you again.

Yours,

Innocent mobile phone user, Leicester.

Finally, spring has arrived! We’ve been out in the garden more and more recently. Bouncing out Edwards energy, finding homes for some tiny frogspawn and chasing butterflies. Now the weather is warmer and the days lighter it gives us more time to have adventures.

Edward has developed a love for play-dough, squishing it and creating interesting shapes. He really loves a set his Nana has, a band and a stage all ready to be modeled and styled. He’s been exploring her beading supplies too, counting them up, measuring them and separating into different colours and sizes. Popa takes Edward out on a Saturday morning, with his cousins for a good stroll to Braunstone Park, this week the came home with huge walking sticks and promptly took them out into the garden for a longer adventure in the bushes.

Swithland woods

I’ve never been to Swithland Woods. Never.

I’ve been to Bradgate, and Old John and even Copston Resevoiur but not the few minutes up the road to Swithland. I’ve been missing out.

We took the 15 minute drive up to Swithland this morning so Edward could have an adventure in the woods…..you remember Big Camp? Well this was a total repeat but with squelchy mud!!