tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21329052675782478392024-03-05T20:38:15.651+00:00Smiles and TrialsSmiles and Trials: Remembering magical momentsJen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.comBlogger257125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-6271583772203679192013-08-09T14:59:00.004+01:002013-08-09T15:01:20.345+01:00Thank youI would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has supported this blog over the past two and a bit years. We have recently moved to<a href="http://www.smilesandtrials.net/" target="_blank"> http://www.smilesandtrials.net</a> and hope that you will all join us to continue our adventures.<br />
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Jen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-39944560541406307622013-08-03T23:09:00.000+01:002013-08-03T23:09:14.169+01:003rd Birthday Invitations from Paper Shaker Incredibly, my little boy turns three at the end of September; a milestone that definitively ends the baby and toddler days. <br />
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My baby boy is now a preschooler.<br />
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To mark this very special birthday, I am hoping to throw a party to remember. I am looking at bouncy castles and games and entertaining both messy and soft play ideas at the moment. The venue is booked and now, thanks to <a href="http://uk.paper-shaker.com/" target="_blank">Paper Shaker</a>, the invitations are ready to be sent out.<br />
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To make the super cute invites, James and I took a special photo of Sonny for the face:</div>
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I opted for the simplicity of the <a href="http://uk.paper-shaker.com/invites/kids-party/design/518b8eaa677ddb58780000d2/your-1-photo-(landscape)" target="_blank">landscape photo card</a>, though there are <a href="http://uk.paper-shaker.com/invites/kids-party" target="_blank">72 gorgeous designs</a> to choose from in total. Prices vary and start at £0.65 per card; the design I chose costs £0.99 per invite, which includes envelopes. The entire back of the photo card was available to write party details on, which was very handy as I needed to include the full address of the venue as well as the date and time of the party.<br />
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Using the <a href="http://uk.paper-shaker.com/" target="_blank">Paper Shaker</a> website could not be simpler; everything is set out nicely and all features are detailed. <a href="http://uk.paper-shaker.com/" target="_blank">Paper Shaker</a> pride themselves on next day dispatch (if ordered before 2pm), which is an excellent service to provide. I ordered our invitations on Thursday evening and they arrived this morning (Saturday). I must admit, they are smaller than I had envisaged but, after a second look, the size is clearly labelled on the page.<br />
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<a href="http://uk.paper-shaker.com/" target="_blank">Paper Shaker</a> not only cater for the kids' party market but also cover <a href="http://uk.paper-shaker.com/invites/adults-party" target="_blank">adult party invitations</a>, <a href="http://uk.paper-shaker.com/baby/birth-announcement-cards" target="_blank">birth announcements</a> and all things <a href="http://uk.paper-shaker.com/wedding/invites" target="_blank">wedding</a>. There are lots of lovely designs; I particularly like the save the date cards and hopefully will have a reason to revisit their page in the not too distant future!<br /><br />
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<br />Jen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-24351248754181828522013-08-01T22:34:00.000+01:002013-08-01T22:34:46.922+01:00Roasted red pepper fritatta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Continuing on my quest to make interesting vegetarian food, I made this fritatta. I sliced and then roasted two red (and two green) peppers in olive oil at 150 degrees for an hour. Next, I emptied the contents of six eggs into a jug with half a cup of milk and a handful of grated cheese before whisking. I stirred in the roasted peppers and poured the mixture into a hot frying pan before leaving to cook for five minutes. To finish off the cooking process, I sprinkled more cheese on top and placed under a hot grill for 90 seconds.<br />
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I have since seen the fritatta described as "crustless quiche" and would definitely feel more confident in adding further ingredients next time. Caramelised red onion would work wonderfully as would bacon, although the latter is, clearly, not vegetarian. <br />
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Next up on my vegetarian adventure? How to make a decent vegetarian Sunday roast. I am, as yet, still unconvinced that this is even possible.Jen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-50634517792595400922013-07-31T00:57:00.004+01:002013-08-10T18:11:35.920+01:00Tagliatelle in a creamy mushroom and courgette sauce<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Since James was returned to me in a new, vegetarian form, I have been trying to modify my meal-planning. I rarely buy meat at all any more. Between the veggie and the non-eater, the reasons not to suddenly outweigh any reason to. Yet vegetarian cooking baffles me, somewhat. I don't get fully-formed recipes jumping out at me. When it comes to planning dinner, I immediately entertain a dozen variations of pasta bake, and then I'm stumped. Every other idea contains some kind of meat. But this has to stop. Vegetarian food doesn't have to be boring, does it?</div>
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I went shopping today, bought vegetables and meditated on it . A mushroom sauce sounded interesting; a welcome change from tomato at least. Then I added courgette to the mushroom idea and resorted to Google. The recipes I found all contained pasta so I decided upon tagliatelle but with a proper sauce.</div>
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Frankly, when I started cooking this evening, I had no real idea what dinner would become. It could have easily ended badly. I began by frying the mushrooms, garlic and courgette in olive oil until soft and golden then added a scoop of butter and a large spoonful of flour. Once combined, I added milk. At this point, I had a feeling it could go either way. I wasn't following a recipe nor making a sauce the way I had been taught; just using instinct. Thankfully, it seemed to go well. Unfortunately, I have no idea how much milk I used, just that I stopped pouring when it looked right. Finally, I added the pepper and chives before sprinkling over the cheese and leaving to thicken for 2-3 minutes. Meanwhile, I cooked the tagliatelle as per the packet instructions and stirred it into the sauce before serving.</div>
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Today, at the park, I saw a glimpse of the person my daughter is becoming. A brave girl so filled with tenacity. At the zip line, she insisted on having no help. Usually, either James or I are enlisted to assist, in some way. But not today. Today, she decided that four is big enough to be independent on the zip line. I stood there still, in case she needed anything; hoping she would need my help. But she didn't. She, somehow, managed it by herself. My very small four year old did it; with determination and a huge grin, she did it.<br />
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My baby is growing up so quickly.Jen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-58605567937001330192013-07-29T00:32:00.002+01:002013-07-29T00:36:38.398+01:00Yourte de la Tellarie, Le Theil Bocage, Calvados<b>Monday 8th July</b><br />
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The journey was not a promising start. Aboard a brand new Peugeot (our hire car), we hit a rock at the foot of a cliff and punctured a tire, resulting in compulsory wheel-change in the middle of a strange, hot village. Brief interlude over, we made the short journey to Le Theil Bocage and were met by our French-speaking host who said not a lot, simply showed us to the yurt and briefly explained a couple of points, like how the roof opens. We are in the middle of nowhere, surrounded only by flowers and wildlife. It is hot and there is no noise, that is what I have discovered so far. Not even the sound of breeze ruffling leaves; nothing. There is a pond, inhabited by what Jasmine resolutely (and certainly incorrectly) believes to be a family of capybara. This is not the camp-site I had expected, merely a solitary tipi and our yurt, in the grounds of our host's farmhouse. The tipi is currently empty so the outdoor kitchen and shower block are entirely for us. It is perfection - we could not have hoped for a place more beautiful.<br />
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<b>Tuesday 9th July</b><br />
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Saint-Lo today, with its ancient city walls and bustling shops. We eventually found what we had visited for - the centre aquatique, which did not disappoint. The children loved the slides and the rapids; we all enjoyed swimming in the outdoor pool. A lovely day and, of course, meltingly hot.<br />
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<b>Wednesday 10th July</b><br />
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Today, we made our way to Parc zoo de Jurques, which is not far away at all. The children had a lovely time seeing all the animals and playing in the park. Oh, and eating ice cream, of course. The heat is inescapable but the sunshine makes it worthwhile. <br />
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Donville les bains, 2km east of Granville. One of the most beautiful beaches I have ever seen. Today, I caught the sun. It sounds spiritual - catching the sun, harnessing its energy then releasing it back into the ether. In actuality, I am red as a tomato. When the sand became too hot to stand on, we left the beach and headed down the coast to Avranches where the children danced and we drank mango Pago juice in Le Royal; something that is fast becoming a family tradition. We scaled the heights of the castle and marvelled at the view, which spanned the bay of Mont St Michel. I like Avranches, a lot. It has been bright all day today, until after 11pm when the sun faded and other stars came out in its place; millions of them. I could really stay here for a very long time.<br />
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Jen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-5341149788466039732013-07-28T21:28:00.000+01:002013-07-28T21:28:56.456+01:00Sofas made for snugglingFew things appeal to me more than cuddling up on the sofa with my husband, watching something (or, more frequently, not much at all) on the television. It is my favourite way to relax and enjoy the quiet time between the children's bedtime and our own. It doesn't particularly matter what we talk about, if we talk at all, nor what we watch on TV; it doesn't matter whether we read or just be. What is crucially important, however, is the choice of sofa.<br />
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There are several factors to consider when choosing a sofa. Price is often a top priority, as is comfort and, of course, style. <a href="http://123sofa.co.uk/fabric-leather-corner-sofa-sale" target="_blank">For great savings and sale items, click www.123sofa.co.uk</a>. After value for money, my main consideration is space - I adore large sofa cushions; the bigger, the better. Recently, I have favoured the corner sofa for space and comfort, finally purchasing one at the end of last year. Ours is not your regular corner sofa in that it is more rounded, but it meets our current needs.<br />
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If we had a bigger lounge, I would definitely be after a sofa similar to the one pictured below. I love the huge cushions and can imagine snuggling up with hubby and our two little ones every evening. The colour is practical for a young family and the price, at less than £500, is an absolute bargain.<br />
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Another item on my wishlist is this, ever so aptly named, cuddle sofa. I am not sure if my husband would be so keen as it would be difficult to have much personal space, but I can imagine it being wonderfully cosy. </div>
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Normandy is a place both James and I have visited before, several times. Recently, however, we took the children for the first time. Two glorious weeks in rural France. What could be nicer? Not a lot, actually. What struck us all was the quiet and, also, the space. There is just so much of it. Wide, open, country spaces, huge vistas and vast seascapes. Adventures to be had round every corner. We went out daily and rarely returned home before evening. It was light until after 10pm every night, and when the sun went down, the camp fire came out.</div>
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We had found our own little piece of heaven. Granted, the weather we enjoyed was exceptional - hot and sunny by day, bright and cloudless by night - but even in rain, I am sure it would be beautiful</div>
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So, where is a good place to stay with children? We looked at campsites and considered (briefly) hotels. Eventually, we stumbled upon a real gem. <a href="http://www.gite-tipi-yourte.com/" target="_blank">Yourte de la Tellarie</a> is situated in the heart of Calvados, lower Normandy, and offers unbelievable peace and tranquillity. We chose to stay in their yurt, though there is also the option of a tipi or a beautiful gite. The facilities were impeccable - a brand-new shower block and outdoor kitchen containing everything you need to enjoy a self-catering break. </div>
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And for those among you who may not be too keen on the whole shower thing, worry not; there are sinks aplenty!</div>
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Honestly, we couldn't have picked a better place to spend time as a family. The children were spoilt for choice - football, badminton, ping pong and endless exploring were on the daily agenda. Watching the pair of them don binoculars and wield torches before heading off to trek through the large maze of meadowland and fruit and vegetable patches was a complete joy. I could have stayed there, happily. For keeps.</div>
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Not only was there plenty of space to play in the grounds of "my beautiful round house" (so-called by Sonny), but we also had many options on our doorstep; Avranches, Le Mont Saint Michel, Caen, Bayeux and Cherbourg were all no more than an hour away, by car.</div>
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One of our very favourite days out took place in the picture-perfect seaside town of Donville les Bains, 2km east of Granville on the Cotentin coast. With hot golden sand and cool, clear water, it really was a treat for a family more recently used to the sharp pebbles of Worthing's coastline.</div>
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On the way home, we stopped at Avranches - a firm favourite with both James and myself. We climbed to the top of the castle and drank Pago juice at Le Royal. Both must-do activities!</div>
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Another fun day was had at Parc zoo de Jurques, a mere 15 minutes from where we stayed. The children ran wild in the play area and loved seeing all of the animals.</div>
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Thankfully, we had seen enough of Caen to appreciate its beauty before it led us in circles (quite literally).</div>
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Sonny's holiday highlight was almost certainly our visit to the <a href="http://www.chemin-fer-miniature-clecy.com/" target="_blank">Chemin de fer</a> in Clecy. His face was a picture as we entered the building full of working miniature trains chuffing round their miniature villages. With a train ride and bouncy castle thrown in, he was a very happy little man.</div>
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One criticism that I came close to making concerned parks and play areas, or lack thereof. However, upon closer inspection, we discovered a number of small but beautifully preserved play parks, none more lovely than that located in the centre of the large Jardin Public in Cherbourg. Off the tourist trail, it was frequented by locals and offered the children wonderful opportunities to communicate with children who spoke not a word of English. As well as the play park, the Jardin Public contains a small petting zoo, plentiful gardens and ponds full of baby turtles.<br />
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Jen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-53590343973309482412013-07-23T22:38:00.001+01:002013-08-05T15:23:39.631+01:00Said Sonny to MaryVire, France; approaching 35 degrees. We sought solace in the town's church with its picturesque history and cool shade. It quickly became apparent that Sonny had never been inside a church before. He looked around in confused awe. Jasmine, who has recently become quite the Catholic, took his hand and showed him Mary. The lit candles caught his attention first and he swept up to them, attempting to extinguish them with blustery breaths. Jasmine caught his hand and told him to stop.<br />
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"Don't blow out other people's wishes!"<br />
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They stopped together at the foot of Mary's statue, dwarfed and in its shadow. Jasmine said a prayer then stood aside for Sonny to take his turn. At first he was reticent and shy, but Jasmine reassured him that he just had to ask Mary to look after his favourite people, that was all.<br />
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"Hello Mary," he said, then waited. "Jasmine," he said after a moment, "she isn't talking to me!"<br />
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"It's ok," Jasmine replied. "She will still definitely be listening to you. Carry on."<br />
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"Mary," Sonny continued, "please look after Thomas and all his friends. Percy, James, Henry, Gordon, Rosie, Emily, 'Arry and Burt, Mavis and all the Diesels. Thank you."<br />
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He went to walk away then stopped and turned to face Mary once more.<br />
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"Oh, and a happy birthday to you," he said.<br />
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Jen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-34928746157436594872013-07-04T19:55:00.000+01:002013-07-04T19:55:33.678+01:00FutureLooking forward, do you hear church bells?<br />
See flowers, white dress and dark suit;<br />
Feel gold rings on warm hands?<br />
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Do you see the rose-skinned babe,<br />
Asleep in your olive arms;<br />
The darkest of blue in her eyes?<br />
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Does the Magic Bus loom large on the horizon,<br />
Its wheels eager to throw dust in our wake;<br />
Setting us forward on to shimmering new paths?<br />
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Can you feel the happiness of forever;<br />
The strength in our hearts to say:<br />
"Together", whatever may come our way?<br />
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Looking forward, do you hear church bells?Jen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-24099264712009999392013-07-01T16:41:00.000+01:002013-07-01T16:41:03.913+01:00A new routineAs has been previously mentioned (once or twice!), Jasmine starts school in September. Not only is this an emotional wrench, but it will mark the beginning of a whole new routine for our family.<br />
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For the first 20 months of Jasmine's life, we relished family days out. Midweek, term time, was our family time and these days will stay with me forever. I often look back on the time we got stuck in the car park of a pub in East Sussex with such fond memories!<br />
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By the time Sonny arrived in the latter half of 2010, the routine was shifting towards a more structured week with the addition of clubs, classes and nursery sessions. Free time began to be limited and we had far fewer family days out. This is one regret of mine, though I do see that the children have learnt a lot from the clubs that they participate in.<br />
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However, now we have a lovely long summer stretching before us and it is time to redress the balance! Our first adventures will take place in la belle France where we will be holidaying for two glorious weeks. We are also lucky to live in Worthing for the sole reason that it is easy to get to so many other places, so the rest of the summer can be spent exploring closer to home. We are a brief train ride from both Brighton and Chichester and just over an hour away from London and Portsmouth. <br />
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The children and I have talked about the farms and attractions that we would like to revisit and also about places we have never been too. Jasmine has expressed an interest in visiting "Legoland, Thomas Land and Thailand" though I am unsure how likely the last two destinations will be! Hopefully, we will make it to the science museum and tick a few more places off the endless "to visit" list. I have bought the children a scrapbook so that they can document our daily adventures with photographs, drawings and any tickets and assorted memorabilia we may accrue.<br />
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Then, when September arrives, we will have many memories to look back on and smile over and will be able to appreciate our new routine. School, nursery and clubs will fill our week days, but the weekend and holidays will be ours, for adventures aplenty. Despite being sad that Jasmine is about to begin her school days, I am excited that our weekends will gain a more meaningful shape. They will be our family days, days to explore and to cherish, days for camping, walking, cycling and seeing together.<br />
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As Jasmine said last week, "I can't wait until Daddy buys a van and takes me to see all the things I haven't seen before."<br />
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Neither can I, Jazzy, neither can I.Jen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-15317447603389905792013-06-30T00:42:00.000+01:002013-06-30T00:42:16.684+01:00One Hundred and Nineteen SleepsWhat price, a better life?<br />
One hundred and nineteen sleeps.<br />
Too many hours to mention; too many minutes to count.<br />
One hundred and nineteen nights alone.<br />
A cold empty bed and sad, empty arms.<br />
One hundred and nineteen days to fill.<br />
In snow, wind, sun and rain.<br />
Some that flew, others that crawled in heartbreaking silence.<br />
One hundred and nineteen struggles, at least.<br />
Arguments, upset, food refusals.<br />
Temperatures and tummy aches.<br />
One hundred and nineteen bedtime routines.<br />
Bathtime toys and bedtime noise.<br />
Books and cuddles and goodnight kisses.<br />
One hundred and nineteen lonely evenings.<br />
Sleeping children and meals for one.<br />
No conversation nor caress.<br />
One hundred and nineteen milestones missed.<br />
More or less.<br />
Inches grown and skills mastered.<br />
One hundred and nineteen ways to miss you.<br />
In beating heart, in each breath taken.<br />
Seeing you in everything but hearing you never.<br />
What price, a better life?<br />
One hundred and nineteen sleeps.<br />
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Jen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-75955440315239566562013-06-25T22:40:00.002+01:002013-06-26T15:39:46.824+01:00What is in a name?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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July 7th 2008. A Monday, if memory serves. Following a positive test result, James and I talked and smiled about the life we had created. In the car, we spoke jovially of names.<br />
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"Imagine if we called it Lido!" I suggested.<br />
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"What about Pier?" James replied, equally mischievous.<br />
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This continued as we worked our way along the seafront. Everything we saw became hilarious inspiration.<br />
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Road! Sea! Sky! Church!<br />
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"Just imagine!" we laughed.<br />
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We reached his mother's house and ran inside to collect the dog we were due to walk. When we emerged, minutes later, the sky had clouded, broken and then cleared enough to throw sunlit paths across the sea. <br />
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We saw a rainbow.<br />
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For two quiet, blissful days, we secretly whispered our baby's existence to one another, naming it Rainbow. Then came a visit to the doctor, discovery of a 20 week foetus, and our cover was blown. No more secret, sparkling effervescence. Only reality.<br />
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Reality was not so kind to us, biting with a worrying scan result and a referral to Kings College Hospital some 60 miles away. At this stage, we, silently but together, realised we needed to know as much about our baby as possible. We asked about gender weekly, at every scan. They were never more than 70% sure that our our baby was a girl, but we took our chances.<br />
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We tried Willow for size, but it didn't quite sit right with the surname. Ella, though raising a brief smile for the same reason, followed suit. Then Jasmine popped up in conversation and never left our hearts.<br />
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Jen + James = Jasmine<br />
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Our baby contained us both and so it seemed only right that her name reflected this. We called her Jas thereafter. We spoke her name to all who would listen, willing her to be strong and pull through.<br />
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She did, of course. <br />
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A beautiful baby girl, born on a cold December morning.<br />
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Jasmine Elizabeth Patricia<br />
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Jen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-87021748726183691282013-06-20T22:37:00.000+01:002013-06-20T22:37:12.639+01:00SleepoverThursday morning, 4am. Jasmine wakes me for cuddles after a bad dream. She settles quickly and we sleep until seven when we find Sonny curled up at our feet. It is hot but grey and foggy, we eat, they play. Untidily; there is always mess and no sign of clearing up afterwards. They bicker and make more mess; pots and tubs are emptied, their contents discarded.<br />
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Eventually, we make it out. There are bouts of listening but they are few and far between. I raise my voice, stressed and unhappy. Just listen, child. Back home, Sonny amuses himself with puzzles and Jasmine attempts to rectify the messy situation. She is resistant and demands assistance. Their aunties arrive and make them laugh. I realise we have not done much of that today.<br />
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That I miss them.<br />
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I miss her cheeky smile. I miss her intelligent remarks and also I miss how she says "good after" instead of look after. I miss how, when the day is done and the house holds its breath in darkness, she asks me to lay down with her.<br />
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I miss his silent, dream-like cuddles. The way he comes to find me when we have company; he wants no one but me. I miss his helpless chuckle and the way he seamlessly sneaks Thomas into every situation and every conversation.<br />
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I miss them when they sleepover.Jen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-19965603000598596212013-06-19T16:47:00.003+01:002013-06-19T16:47:53.231+01:00The Gallery: Dads<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I have spoken rather a lot about James on the blog recently. How much I love and miss him. And if there is one person in the universe who loves (and misses) him more than I do, it is our little girl. Despite all the bravado and fierce independence, if Daddy wants a cuddle, she is at the front of the queue. She will lie down with him and listen intently to stories, she will chat and giggle and allow herself to be placated in a way that just doesn't happen with me. She will even let him help her!</div>
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Then Jasmine said something that made me smile. She pointed up and said, "Look! I can see Baby Tilda for real life. She is crawling towards our bubbles and bouncing up on the squishy cloud blanket. I think she has come to see our bubbles, Mummy, isn't that lovely?"</div>
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I told Jasmine that I am sure Baby Tilda comes to see everyone who blows bubbles for her, and everyone who wears pink and purple in her memory. To this, Jasmine took of her pink and purple shoes and lay them on the ground "to guide Matilda Mae all the way to England so she can be with her family."<br />
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For sixteen months, we travelled in circles, rarely progressing. I never wavered and, eventually, there was a crack in his armour, quickly followed by an admission that perhaps we were on the same page after all.<br />
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It had felt like a lifetime of persuasion and convincing. <br />
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"No, I'm not mad." "Yes, my eyes are open." "Of course I love you."<br />
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I had always loved him; despite my lifelong belief of love at first sight being a completely ludicrous notion, no other explanation sufficed. More than anything, I contained a certainty that not only <em>could</em> we be together, but we really should be.<br />
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In the great scheme of things, it didn't take him long to figure it out; that I was right. We were good for each other and we laughed a lot. Often at some of his stories; I swear, this man has had some of the most bizarre accidents in history. I loved to listen to him, to hear his tales of growing up, moving around, of all the places he had seen. We talked for hours and it transpired, with every conversation, that we were both frighteningly similar and strikingly different.<br />
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At the time, at the age I was, it felt as though we had been together for years by the time Jasmine was conceived. In truth, we discovered her existence on July 7th 2008, less than a year after we officially started dating. Furthermore, she had already been silently present for 20 weeks by then. I will never forget the look on his face as he held the positive result in his hands. He looked as though he might burst with happiness and pride and love.<br />
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Progression thereafter was not smooth. Apparent issues with size and fluid and blood flow meant frequent trips to King's College hospital in London. And tests; so many tests. He was at my side for every scan, for every test. Held my hand as we watched our tiny daughter bob about on screens. He always reassured me. He must have been frightened, but he didn't let me see, he stayed strong and kept me positive.<br />
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He eyed our baby girl with the same happiness, pride and love that I had seen on his face that beautiful day in July.<br />
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21 months later, we added a boy to our family.<br />
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He told me afterwards how he had feared for both our lives that day; wondered whether he would leave the hospital alone. Yet at the time, he was so calm. Again, he held my hand and reassured me. He told me everything was good and I believed him.<br />
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Days later, he proposed for the first time. The following summer, he asked me again.<br />
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We will get round to the marriage thing at some point. We have what is important, though. The love, the trust. I think the last 12 months have proven it, beyond doubt. We would not have survived the year otherwise.<br />
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But survive it we have and, two weeks today, we will be together again. I am so happy and excited about this. Fourteen nights; fourteen short sleeps! I cannot wait.<br />
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I still love those blue eyes, the dark hair and strong arms. I love him completely, and more so every day. Happy anniversary (of sorts), Hubby. Happy Father's Day. Thank you for being everything I could ever wish a husband, partner, lover, friend and soul mate to be. Thank you for being such a wonderful father to our children. Thank you for being you. Just thank you.<br />
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Here's to another six years, and another, and another... I wonder what the future will bring?</div>
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I am linking this post to <a href="http://theoliversmadhouse.co.uk/linky/magic-moments-17613/" target="_blank">Magic Moments</a> because, well, it contains lots of magic moments for me!<br />
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Jen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-27033598194798387702013-06-14T21:41:00.000+01:002013-06-14T21:41:23.027+01:00Homemade chocolate plaqueWith Father's Day fast approaching, the littles have been asking what they can buy for Daddy. We saw many ideas in shops and online but eventually opted for chocolate because, let's face it, everyone loves chocolate! However, instead of heading to Hotel Chocolat and choosing a gift, I invited the children to get creative and make their very own Father's Day chocolate plaque for their very special Daddy.<br /><br />We each chose our favourite chocolate and something we thought would go nicely with it. Jasmine chose a lovely big slab of Milkybar, some edible butterflies and a packet of popping candy, Sonny chose Ivorian 70% cocoa dark chocolate (I know, I was surprised too) and a bag of marshmallows and, for me, it could only be Dairy Milk and vanilla fudge. Heaven.<br /><br />To make our chocolate placque, we used 200g of each chocolate, which we then melted in the microwave; stirring after every 30 second burst. Jasmine also grated a small amount of her white chocolate, "for decoration".<br />
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I lined an old baking dish with greaseproof paper and asked the children to choose three pastry cutters - one to represent each of us. After a small argument over what the word "represent" actually means, they chose a small circle for Sonny, a slightly larger one for Jasmine and a star for me. I was quite chuffed by this until Jasmine pointed out that the only reason they had gone for the star was because "the huge circle didn't fit in the dish". Excellent.<br />
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<br />Jen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-83144099829412512362013-06-10T16:06:00.000+01:002013-06-10T16:06:22.882+01:00Messy lettersThis morning, with Sonny still in his pyjamas, we made a start on letter recognition.<br /><br />In 2011, for Sonny's 1st birthday party, I wanted to make his name in cake, which I did (after a fashion).<br />
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Of course, much hilarity ensued when everyone discovered that I had bought two letter N moulds, forgetting that one would indeed have sufficed.<br /><br />However, I eventually had the last laugh today, when the moulds made another appearance, this time on to the Tuff spot.<br />
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Sonny immediately recognised his name and began to paint the letters. I talked him through each one and found that he alreay knew the S and O sounds. He asked me to draw him a J for Jasmine and also a 6 and a 2.<br />
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We printed letters straight on to the Tuff spot and also used this session to review what has been learnt about colours (names and mixing), shapes and numbers.<br />
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I intend to made tactile alphabet and number cards with the children soon, to aid number and letter recognition and to give us a theme for a weekly alphabet session.Jen Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663964811712507244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132905267578247839.post-5503332385288454532013-06-10T15:28:00.001+01:002013-06-10T15:28:12.477+01:00Experimenting with homemade lava<br />
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Now we just need to build a volcano...</div>
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