Celebrate Everything

Celebrate Everything.  The big things as well as the small things.  Celebrate birthdays…the small numbers as well as the big numbers.  Celebrate excellent school reports.  Celebrate the ‘Man of the Match’, the medals at school sports day…then sticking them all over your bedroom to show off.  Celebrate the first run in a while and how you feel afterwards…aches and all.  Celebrate the live music.  The longer and thicker hair…hey, it’s taken me 2 years to get it like this!  Celebrate those first potty training days…{looking at you Moli!}...and not forgetting those chocolate swsus. Celebrate those party invitations through the post…because Alfie sure did!  Celebrate Family.  Celebrate Friends…and bloodyhell, celebrate friends getting married meaning a night away on the hen do! ;)  {I can’t promise my instagram feed will be all pretty and flowery this weekend…!}…

Celebrate Everything…as small as they seem…because one day we’ll look back and realise they were the big things.  They were Everything.

{apart from the hair…because that’s just stoopid!}

Happy Father’s Day

Happy Fathers Day

Happy Father’s Day to someone who is probably having far too much fun head banging and drinking warm beer to remember it’s Father’s Day today.  Or at least I hope so, seeing as I totally forgot to say anything when he called to wish Alfie a happy birthday.  Hashtag bad wife.  Happy Father’s Day to someone who puts up with my silly demands and wears the silly glasses and lets me take photos…and still looks hot.

Happy Father’s Day Paul.

Hurry up home xxxx

{a to z} B is for…

b is for blodau

B is for a lot of things.  B is for blodau, pictured.  Flowers in welsh to those of you wouldn’t know this.  B is for Blogging, a hobby of mine which I love doing and am quite proud of at times.  I often get asked ”What exactly is a blog?” {by my Mam and Dad…} and I’ve decided it can be whatever it is you want it to be.  I am done with all the ”do this to make your blog better” and ”do this to get more readers”...blah, blah, blah.  And then I get asked ”Why?”…why not?!  It’s brought me a lot of pleasure and it’s somewhere I can store all these days that I never want to forget.  It’s B is for Bois Bach, one of my fave B’s obviously.  B is for Birthdays {a close second fave}, and we have three to celebrate over a number of days; Dad, Paul’s and Alf’s.  And then there’s Father’s Day thrown in the middle too!  Spoilt.  B is for books, I’ve always got a book on the go.  Actually, I’ve got 3 on the go at the minute… B is for Bubbles and Bubblegum.  Blowing Bubbles with Bubblegum is something Robb still hasn’t mastered…and something that kind of makes me feel like as a mother, I have failed him with this  ;)  B is for Balls.  Football’s to be precise.  These balls feature a lot around here.  {get your dirty minds out of the gutter!}.  B is for Biscuits.  It turns out, there’s only me going to be in the office from now on…the first thing I did to get the office in some sort of order?  I sorted out a Biscuit Tin…you know, priorities.  ;)

B is for Bywyd {life}...and it’s there for the taking.  Have a great weekend xx

It Feels Good #3


…because sometimes, something really sad happens and makes us thankful for all the simple things in life.

So.  Life.  It feels good; it’s the first coffee in the morning.  It’s the hand on your leg while he’s driving, no words needed.  It’s throwing a rugby ball with the bois.  It’s a glass of wine with family and friends while the sun goes down.  It’s the odd coco pop stuck to a top lip after breakfast.  It’s the morning struggles with a cow’s lick.  It’s driving tests and scans.  It’s Under 9’s football, not wanting it to end…unless it’s raining, of course.  It’s arranging minion outfits.  It’s builders knocking through to the extension and doing a little jig in the new bedroom when no one’s looking.  It’s cap’s to the side and all the swsus.  All of them.

Annwyl Bois Bach…



Robb | …and just like that, by putting on a pair of glasses, I see a glimpse of the teenager that is soon to arrive at ours.


Alfie | So much more confident in the village Summer League than anywhere else!…even if your shorts are way too big and back to front.

{Insert all the eye heart emoji’s here.  Every.  Single.  One.}

Bois Bach, your Dad and I were just saying yesterday how excited we are to see what you decide to do with your lives and the young men you will become.  I read somewhere this week that you only get 18 summers with your children.  Let’s make this one a good one.

Bois Bach, de chi werth y byd a mwy.


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{read} The Dreamsnatcher by Abi Elphinstone

Robb Reading

This is how I find Robb most evenings.  I say most evenings, because there is the odd night where I find him watching some discovery programme on his tablet.  Anyway, finding him with a book in his hands is a recipe for a very happy Mam.  Followed by a chat all snuggled up in his bed about whatever book he is currently reading, I go to sleep a very happy Mam and dream about rainbows and peanut butter cookies.  {Not really, my dreams are currently about me tightrope walking on the tallest buildings in New York City…what’sthatallabout?!…}.

Anyway, back to Robb and his reading and less about my weird dreams!  He was recently sent ‘The Dreamsnatcher’ by Abi Elphinstone to review.  And if books are reviewed by how quickly they are read, then this must have been a corker!  Within a week of receiving it, he’d read it.

The Dream Snatcher

Over to you Robb;

“It’s about a girl named Moll who is being haunted by these people called The Dreamsnatchers and she has a wild cat called Gryff, who has been tamed.  Moll is being hunted down by the Dreamsnatchers and they want to try and kill her.  Her Mum and Dad were the guardians of the Oracle Bones, which are special bones of Deer etc that used to live in the forest.  If they kill Moll, they then get to keep the Oracle bones.  She has to go on a Quest to try and find out who her Mam and Dad were and also find the Oracle Bones.” 

At this point I told Robb to tell the story and the ending, to which he replied “I don’t want to spoil the ending!”  :)

“My favourite part in the book is when the Dreamsnatchers and the Tribesmen had a huge fight.  All the Tribesmen were hiding up in the trees protecting Moll and the Dreamsnatchers came into the camp and started burning everything down. 

I would definitely recommend this book to boys and girls, but aged 9 and over as you need to be able to understand the story.

The last chapter reads like there’s another book to follow, which I will definitely be reading!

The book is full of magic, ancient woodlands and Moll getting captured by the Dreamsnatchers a lot…and if I had to give it a mark out of ten, it would be TEN!”

Diolch Robb!

{serious face : we were kindly sent this book to review, thanks to those involved.  All thoughts and words are my own…or Robb’s actually.  And those weird dreams I keep having are all mine…}