Insta vs Real Life

Insta vs Real Life

So I haven’t been all that present on the blog of late, writing has taken a bit of a back seat and if I’m honest my inspiration has been a bit dry. I reckon it’s because things are so chaotic in the house just now – H did a 360 on us with his sleep and woke every hour or so for several nights, R is recently a big brother for a second time now on his dad’s side so in turn needing some extra attention, and we are getting sorted for our big bathroom revamp. Also it’s been pretty glorious weather for once so we have been living in the moment and enjoying some time outdoors! 

Instagram has been my media of choice this last month – I find it easier to post my pictures and write a mini blog with them. The down side to this is that life sometimes ends up looking a bit rosier, and not just due to the filters. I recently commented to an Insta pal that I liked her recent pics of her boys, she responded to tell me that prior to the picture they had been kicking off and winding her up! Pictures only show half the true story whether that is intentional or just by default. I really make an effort to ensure my blog and Instagram are pretty open and honest about both the ups and downs of our family life but there is always a snap that has a reverse hiding behind it.

H looking cute as a button here….but had you heard the battle it took to get him dressed you would have been straight on the phone to social services, he screamed the house down and then grinned two minutes later once I’d wrestled him into his outfit. You would never know from that smile would you? Wee bam! 

So while I’m not slagging off posting the glossy, happy snaps, definitely keep posting those so you don’t have the social banging on your door or all of us other Insta users moaning that you are doom and gloom, I am encouraging you all to share the daily grind that goes on too! I’m sure we would all be happier if we stopped worrying that everyone else’s lives looked much better than ours, and a true insight into the real lives of our online communities would help that. Here is my reality as I type…. 

A teething baby who won’t settle to sleep!

What’s your unfiltered reality?

K x

Books, glorious books!

Books, glorious books!

I love to read, anyone who knows me knows how much I love books. If the film Inside Out was real then reading would be one of my golden memories and I’d have a little island called Story Land. 

My strongest memory relating to books is going to the library with my late, beloved Granny. She went every week with her good friend Joyce as part of the WI and picked up books to deliver to residents of a nearby old folks home. I surprised the librarian on one of these weekly trips, aged around 10, by saying I had read all of the children’s books so needed her to direct me to the next section please – just call me Matilda!

When my firstborn came along I was determined that I would instill the same love of reading in him as I have. When he was really tiny I’d even read my trashy magazines out loud to him just to let him hear what the words sounded like (and to keep my celebrity gossip knowledge fresh obv)

Fast forward 5 years and I have a little book buddy. He excells in his reading at school and loves story time at home. We try to encourage him to read along with us when doing his bedtime story, but sometimes it is just nice to let him cuddle up and listen to a chapter of a book too. 

We have many favourites, too many to list them all here but I will tell you the ones that are now looking a bit dog eared having been read and reread so many times.

Hairy Maclary from Donaldson’s Dairy by Lynley Dodd – This was actually one my little sister adored as a child and R has picked up from her. It is also a joy to read as an adult with lots of lovely rhyming and the subsequent stories with the same group of animals are great too.

Stickman by Julia Donaldson – I read this one to R so much that I could actually recite it to him whenever he demanded it even without the book. His dad took him to see the stage show in Edinburgh a few years ago too and he loved it! I now look at lone sticks in the park and wonder if they too are trying to get home to their stick lady love.

The Gruffalo by Julia Donaldson – The Gruffalo is a joy, and we have also enjoyed the tv adaptation and several Gruffalo themed walks (both made up by us and proper organised ones) around Scotland. if you are sensing a trend here then you are spot on. We all love pretty much anything by the wonderful Julia Donaldson.

Matilda by Roald Dahl – I think why I love this one is fairly self explanatory. This one will always stick with me and my boys. 

Cops and Robbers by Allan Ahlberg – R was given this book by his godfather Tristan having been a favourite of his as a child (probably one of the most thoughtful gifts a person can receive I think!) Upstanding Officer Pugh saves the day in this timeless story.

Outlander Series by Diana Gabaldon – A sexy Scottish time travelling romance series…because Mama needs some Jamie Fraser in her life after all that wholesome rhyming!!

K x