May 2015 | Rosy Cheeks & Muddy Feet

Emilie - Twenty Two Months.

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Twenty-Two months! It doesn't seem possible that Miss Emilie is two in just two months. You know the poem about the little girl with the curl? Well that's Emilie down to a T. When she is in a good mood then she is the most fantastic person ever. She has such a cheeky little laugh but when she isn't happy, she lets everyone know about it and very quickly!

She is a girly-girl and already loves shoes and knows exactly what she wants to wear. She has started ballet lessons and loves her leotard and tutu. This Mummy isn't complaining :)

Her talking is amazing. She is putting three words together and can mostly tell me what she wants or if something is wrong with her. It makes life just that little bit easier, except at 6am when she is shouting over the monitor that she is 'Hungay Mummy! Hungay' (Hungry) 

She still dotes on James. He is her best friend and can pull her out of any bad mood. The sibling fighting has begun but to see the bond that they already have is so worth those little squabbles. 

Happy twenty-two months Boo Boo! 


When A Girl Gets Her First Tutu..

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Emilie has had a few tutu's but today she got her first 'BIG' tutu and she is in love! Twirling, dancing and saying princess over and over again.

Tutu from 'paisleyzbowz' on Etsy 



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Vlogs.. Over the past few weeks I've watched so many on You Tube. They fascinate me. I admire the people behind them. To have the confidence to sit there and talk about anything and everything, daily life, make-up, fashion, kids.. You name it and there is a vlog about it. I just don't have that type of confidence about me. Maybe thats why I like blogging so much. I get to do what I love, write and connect with other people, but I don't have to put myself out there too much. I couldn't imagine making a video where it's available for millions of people to watch.. I don't even like leaving answer machine messages on someones phone!

Watching these videos though has made me want to make more videos of James & Emilie. Not to share on the big wide web but for memories sake. I take loads of photos. My last check informed me that I had 13,000 photos on my computer since James was born.. (Oops!) I don't make many videos though and I want to change that. Photos are great but it's one second in time. A video has so much more to it. Lucky for me my new camera has a video function so I'm all set to go :)

We're coming to the end of the half term week and it's been lovely. We've spent days in the garden, when the weather has permitted. Met up with family, had lazy mornings and movies days. We've taken walks and played in the park. James goes back to school on Monday for seven weeks and then he's off for the summer and I cannot wait! A whole six weeks of fun (& maybe a little stress..)

What's on your Summer bucket list? I'm working on ours tonight and I have so many ideas. Hurry up Summer!


Strong Women.

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Most days when I scroll through Instagram I end up comparing peoples photos with my own life. I know I shouldn't but I think it's something that a lot of us are guilty of occasionally. Silly things like, their house is bigger than mine or they're a better photographer. Last week though I was scrolling through and I came across a photo that immediately made me smile.

I've never tried to hide my past, I'm not ashamed of it, but it's also not something that I shout about from the rooftops. My past has made me the person that I am today, both the good parts of me and the bad. 

I come from a broken home. 
I am a survivor of child sexual abuse. 
I was bullied at school.
I got married at eighteen to an abusive man. That marriage ended whilst I was still eighteen.
I suffered from five miscarriages before we managed to have James.
I am on anti anxiety medication. It has helped me no end.
My problems with food started when I was twelve and are still ongoing.
I do not have any contact at all with my Dad.

I am a big believer in that everything happens for a reason, even if you can't see it at the time. My past has shaped me. I've learnt lessons from it. It's made me cry, it's made me stumble but each time I've gotten back up, dusted myself off and started again. That alone makes me proud, not ashamed. Proud that I'm a survivor, proud to be a woman.

Strong Women..
May we know them.. 
May we raise them.. 
May we be them.. 


Nap Time.

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I love nap time. Doesn't every parent? During the week when James is at school and 12.30pm rolls around I get a whole precious one and half-sometimes two hours to clean, drink a (hot!) cup of tea, blog, or sometimes just sit and put my feet up.. I love it though when she's had enough rest and she wakes up, her hair a birds nest at the back, her eyes still all sleepy. I walk into her bedroom and she sits straight up. I always say, "Did you have a good nap?"

She nods her head, grabs her dummy and cloth and puts her hands up. As soon as we walk downstairs, the first words out of her mouth are.. "Snack?" There she sits, whist she wakes up properly, with her juice and a snack, quite happy to spend fifteen minutes snuggling with me.

I was lucky with James and he napped until he was nearly three years old.. Somehow I don't think I'm going to be that lucky with my little lady. So, today, before that day comes I wanted to document her post-nap sweetness.


I Wish I....

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.. I knew how people with more than two kids manage it all. When I think of having three children my thoughts automatically turn to 'outnumbered..'

.. I didn't get overwhelmed quite so easily..

.. Was more crafty..

.. I had the confidence to start the business that I desperately want to start..

.. I didn't care quite so much about what people think of me..

.. I lived somewhere hot..

.. I wasn't as addicted to chocolate and energy drinks as I am..

.. I was more adventurous..

.. I wish I hadn't have left college..

.. I didn't worry about the little things..

.. I hadn't painted my kitchen red a few years ago.. It's going to take a lot of white paint when I finally get around to re-decorating it..

.. I had more 'Mummy' friends..

.. I wasn't a Type A personality..

.. I hadn't have had my third tattoo when I was 18 years old.. It's never a good idea to get a tattoo as a dare..

.. I had naturally straight hair.. You have no idea how many hours I spend a week straightening my curls!..

.. It was easier to find a balance between being a Mum, my to-do list and being Liane :) ..


Weekend Happenings.

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I like to read blogs that have photos. I think it adds something to their story. At the same time I like to write posts that contain photos. I love the art of weaving words and photos together. A while ago my camera started playing up. I couldn't blame it, it was seven years old and had seen my sister through her photography course at college and I'd had it since 2012 and used it pretty much everyday. So for a while now, I've been camera-less.. Until yesterday, thanks to my upcoming 30th birthday, Anthony let me have my present early.. A new Nikon camera. I've been playing with it since it arrived and I am one happy camper..

It's been a good weekend. We haven't left the house but a lot has been accomplished. Gardening, laundry, cleaning, playing in the garden, tired kids, visits from family, making memories.

Emilie had her first ballet class last Thursday. She loved it! Her leotard and ballet shoes arrived yesterday and she was more than willing to try them on. She looked adorable :)

And now it's Sunday evening. I love the feeling that comes with accomplishing more than you thought was possible. Late this afternoon, I sat in the garden watching the kids play on the (freshly mowed!) grass and I felt..  Happy. Lucky. Blessed. 

Monday? Bring it.. 


Weekend Round Up

Yesterday was a bank holiday. A long weekend is always good but now my days are mixed up and I've spent most of the morning thinking that it's Monday, rather than Tuesday.

We had a good weekend though. Anthony had to work on Saturday morning but apart from that he was off and at home. We were meant to be going to the Cavalcade on Sunday but it was raining and so miserable outside so Anthony ended up taking James whilst Emilie and I stayed at home. Apart from going to get some food I haven't left the house all weekend. It's needed sometimes.

Thankfully the weather was better yesterday so we were able to get out in the garden. We dug some of James' old garden toys out of the shed which made a certain 21 month old really happy.

I love it when our trees start to flower! 

Both James and Emilie adore being outside. If they could be out there from sunrise to sunset then they would. I love spring and summer for this very reason. Winter feels like such a long time when you spend your days inside escaping the cold. 

And now today we are getting back to normal. Work, school & cleaning.. I cleaned the toy cupboard out this morning (with Emilie's assistance!) and dug out my desk that has been hidden in the back for months. It's now set up in the living room so my MacBook has a home rather than the kitchen table. I figured that even Mummy's need a little space that is just their own :)


What's In A Blog Name?

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I found an article listing 30 days worth of writing prompts. Most of them didn't appeal to me but I liked this one. I'm always intrigued to know how people decided on the name of their blogs. I love the creativity behind some of them.

Those of you that have been with me since the beginning know that my little bit of the internet here use to be 'For Those Little Moments.' Truth be told, I didn't put much thought into that name. I wanted to start blogging and went with the first thing that came into my head.. Professional, yes? :)

In December 2013, whilst I was in a 'blogging rut' after having Emilie I decided that a change of blog design might help and with that I also decided to change the name. I had a few ideas and then Rosy Cheeks & Muddy Feet just came to me and instantly I knew that was the one. As cliche as it sounds, right now my life does revolve around my children. I write about family life, parenting & all the difficult, crazy, happy things in-between. Plus James & Emilie constantly have dirty feet from the garden and Emilie is a teething-rosy-cheeked toddler so it kind of fits!

I've been thinking lately about changing the design of my blog.. But I know for sure that I won't be changing the name again. It suits me and what I want my blog to be. It fits.

I'd love to hear how you all decided on the names for your blogs!


A Princess!

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Yesterday England welcomed a new Princess! I woke up and saw on the news that the Duchess of Cambridge had been admitted to hospital in labour and from then I was glued to Sky News. I was the same way when Prince George was born nearly two years ago. I'm a big fan of William & Kate incase you hadn't noticed!

Yesterday though, I kind of felt a little bit sorry for Kate..

It was announced around 11am that the baby had arrived and within minutes everyone was asking, 'Will they leave today?' 'Will we get to see the baby!".. Within ten hours of the princess arriving, the Duchess was stood on the steps of the hospital, dressed (and in heels!) with her hair and make up perfect. She looked amazing and not like she had just gone through one of the most painful things a woman can go through. I'm sure though that she would rather have been in her PJ's with her hair in a ponytail snuggling with her new daughter.

I guess with Prince George it didn't seem as bad because she didn't appear on those famous steps for 24 hours after his birth, this time though it was so quick and I just felt for her. I know that the last thing I would have wanted to do after my two arrived was face the world's media..

I hope that she went straight home, threw on her comfy clothes, wiped all her make-up off and chilled out on the sofa with a take-away and her new baby!

Also.. how cute is Prince George.. He was waving to the cameras like a pro :)


Emilie - Twenty-One Months.

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I love this age. In fact I would go as far to say that this is my favourite age. I remember loving it with James but especially this time around, probably because Emilie was such a difficult baby ;)

She is really developing her own little personality now and it's awesome to watch her everyday trying to figure out new things. She is stringing two or three words together and you can have a broken conversation with her. Listening to her talk to her Daddy or James is one of the best things. 

She knows exactly what she wants and when she wants it. She picks out what shoes she wants to wear that day and screams if I try and put her in any thing different. Little Miss is a diva apparently. I wasn't expecting her to be so adamant about clothing until she was.. maybe four? How wrong was I. 

I've already started planning her birthday party! She is having a 'tea party' with five little friends. The dress code is tutu's & bows.. I think I may be slightly more excited than her...

Happy twenty-one months Boo Boo! 

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