Words for Wednesday…

It’s been nearly 20 years since we moved into our first house, and as we’ve grown from the two of us and two huskies, up to the two of us and three little people people sharing the space, you can probably imagine that the place is a bit of a squash and a squeeze, especially…

To combat the Granny and Grandad have gone home blues, we spent Sunday afternoon at the park…unplugged. Relaxing….and escaping onto “den” from Dadda land sharks… …and tempting them with daydreamy, dangling fingers… Chasing brothers… Brothers who were reaching, learning…. …connecting and taking turns. ….asking for help and Dadda cuddles. I love that wherever we are,…

Ahhh, British Summertime.  The time of year when, if I had a pound for the hand of each child I’d held whilst running at Sports day because they were scared, embarrassed, or worried about coming last, I wouldn’t be rich,  but I’d feel a whole lot better about making a fool of myself doing it….

Keep Up With The Jones Family Instagram or Facebook followers will have noticed yesterday the solving of one of our most frustrating garden mysteries ever.  We finally found the gastropod version of the Rock of Gibraltar.  For weeks we’ve searched for the plump, guilty molluscs who were clearly feasting nightly on our green seedlings by the glow…

…looked a little like this. Baby Dragon was miserable with cold and our Little Adventurer had cabin fever, so we bundled up (five layers) and headed to the park.  It was balance bike time!  Thank you, Granny and Grandad! It’s hard to get smiles on camera from Jensen usually, but we’ve recently found a way. …