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Almost 2 years ago I was very heavily pregnant and approaching my due date of the 16th December. It had snowed heavily and I was stuck indoors…bored! I didn’t mind too much though as it meant I could just sleep all day and at that stage in my pregnancy I was either completely tired all the time or wondering where my next lamb chop was going to come from. Even in the heavy snow. Lamp chops were my obsessive craving.

Thankfully this mental craving only lasted the duration of my pregnancy, after which I quickly went back to hating all fatty things and spending ages cutting it off any meat I touch.

Almost two years on I have a toddler that hates lamb. He doesn’t like the chewy texture and will chew for a while and then try to spit it back out again, much preferring chicken. Cottage Pie is a firm favourite though…on the days where he is in the mood to eat. One must be in the mood. And one mustn’t let food get in the way of playing.

Two years on we have a toddler that has changed our lives forever and continues to do so every day. The little whirlwind that doesn’t stop and who, over the last month, has taken to dancing to every tune that comes on TV. Not just bum wiggling but even groovy hand moves. Straight out of the 70’s. And everyone must join in!

Two years ago today I didn’t know whether we were having a boy or a girl. My instincts told me it was a boy but I couldn’t picture what he looked like. At this stage we hadn’t even chosen a name for him/her. We always meant to sit down and look through name books but I don’t remember touching a single one. We just rattled off names we liked and 100% were ruled out. It had to be right. We hadn’t found the right one. It took us until he was a day old to finally seriously start looking. In the end, naming him wasn’t that hard. And so he was named Little Z.

Two years ago I had no clue of even how to hold a baby. Before I had little Z I would only hold a newborn for about a minute if I was lucky before they started crying. I really only liked “solid” babies. You know, the one that could sit up and giggle. Then I could entertain for hours!

Two years ago I had no idea what it was like to have a baby in your life.

Two years on we have a little boy with his own personality. I can see my stubbornness in him. I slightly dread the teen years and hope he is a better teen than I was. I can see the OH’s slim build in him ( that will always be there no matter how many pizzas we try to feed him!) and a love of sport. I can picture us freezing at the side of the football pitch watching him run after the ball constantly. Even if he’s not meant to.

I remember when Little Z turned one and there was a big part of me that was very sad about it. He was growing up and it felt like those first months had gone by too quickly and that I’d never get them back. This last year has been SO much fun though. This last year was the year he grew into a little boy. The year he’s given us an insight into who he is as a little person and just that is a world of discovery in itself. Things he likes, things he doesn’t like, the things he says, the things he finds awesome and the way he makes the tiniest thing the centre of the universe for a while.

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Autumn

Autumn is meant to be beautiful. The changing colours, with all the reds and golds of nature making up the landscape. The change from long days to long evenings and the change from summer days (ahem!) to long cosy nights in front of the fire.

I actually don’t like Autumn very much. I’m not a fan of long nights and dark mornings. I much prefer the warm weather of summer and don’t really get very excited about falling leaves, or the colours or the cosy fires. I am a bit of an Autumn grinch.

There is one thing that I do look forward to at this time of year though. Something that only appears for a small period around now.

Black peas.

They seem to only surface around bonfire night for some reason even though I’m pretty sure neither Guy Fawkes nor the houses of parliament at the time had any fondness for it. The other thing about them is that I’ve only ever found them in the town I grew up. And maybe the odd surrounding town. They look and feel like normal peas but are dark in colour and have a very different taste. Best eaten with salt and vinegar it sounds a slightly disgusting food to anyone that’s not tried it.

I took this a few days ago to send to my friend that now lives in the south, mainly to remind her of what she was missing. I didn’t send it in the end, feeling slightly mean about it.

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And, if you’re wondering, they taste amazing! If anyone knows why they’re available around this time of year then I’d love to know.

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Breakfast

This week the theme in the Gallery is Breakfast

Most days I would love breakfast to be nothing but this…

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But It mainly looks a bit like this on a weekday….

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Slightly burnt, a bit rushed and more functional than anything else. Im usually eating it in the car on the way to work and that’s on a good day. In truth, most days we are rushing out the door in such a frantic state that I miss breakfast.

Then at the weekends we make up for it and usually have a massive brunch type one. One of my favourite weekend brekkies has to be this….

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