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  • Nature Explorers with Bing Bunny

    At (almost) two and three years old, the children suddenly seem to have more interests in common than different and we are finding that ‘quiet time’ has suddenly become quite peaceful with all four engrossed in the same book or television show. It gives me a warm feeling of satisfaction every time I walk into a room and observe the four of them tucked up together on a sofa, with their little individual bowls of popcorn – just peacefully coexisting. You hear horror stories sometimes about siblings who are close in age but worlds apart in terms of personality and interests, who are simply unable to get along, and I always harboured a secret fear that my little group of four there would be one, or two, who just didn’t quite fit with the rest. Of course, it’s early days, but my heart warms every time this fear is proven…

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    Camber Sands with Milly’O

    I booked a five-day break to Camber Sands on a whim back in February, when the rain lashed against the glass of the windows and it seemed impossible to believe that we would ever be warm again.  At the time I was longing for summer: to walk barefoot across scorching pavements, to breathe in the scent of sun cream from my children’s skin, to wade into the sea to cool down, small hands clasping mine.  Our Butlins trip and long weekend of Brighton of last summer felt like a distant dream, like something we told ourselves before bed to lull ourselves into a more gentle sleep.  But I wanted it – oh, how I wanted it!  And yet it seemed so far away. But we had pennies in the bank, so we booked an inexpensive caravan holiday in a sale, to a place that we had been to before: Park…

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    Recent Portraits of my Boys

    I think that 3.5 might be my favourite age yet.  They are physically independent, intellectually sharp and curious, interested in everything.. and they still love their mamas and want to spend time with us.  I love that no matter what they are doing, if they hear us laughing together they are drawn to the sound like little moths to flames and suddenly we are smothered in a deluge of little boy, climbing over our laps and kissing our faces. I just wanted to collate some recent portraits of them.  These were all from our recent trip to Camber and they make me smile so much; I love these little boys of ours so fiercely, and the glimpses of the world through their eyes are so very interesting to me.  We have had so many sweet and bonding moments lately, especially with my taking a week out of the office to…

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    A Morning on Camber Beach

    They shed layers of clothing like snakes, kicking off their shoes and rolling up their trousers to become shorts. The jumpers that they wore this morning lay in a discarded tangle on the pavement so that we have to stop the pram and pick them up; the reprimand that we call after them disappears into the wind, but I think that I can hear them laughing. The sand underfoot is soft as powder and warm. And sunlight is dancing gently across my skin. The girls doze in their pram until we reach the beach, and the boys navigate a complicated route up ahead, balancing precariously on walls and swinging on lamp posts. They collect stones, which they carry a little way before letting them fall again, and play a nonsensical game of I-spy in which, as far as I can tell, either nobody wins or everybody does. It makes us…

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    A Love Letter to my Little Boys

    Last night you fell asleep on the windowsill, waiting for me to return home from work. Your mother had been in to ask you to settle down, because we don’t mind you playing after bedtime but when you are loud you risk disturbing the girls, and she told you that I would be home shortly and would be sad if dinner was not cooked because she was upstairs policing your game. When she left, the two of you were tucked up together, half-asleep, but you must have got back up, Balthazar, and climbed up on the windowsill to wait for me. Had I glanced up at your window when I opened the gate, I might have seen you, a small boy in character pajamas, slumped against the glass, but I didn’t, and so we were quite surprised by your cries of alarm a few hours later when you awoke to…

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