Goodbye, Ozzie. We love you xx

Today we had to say goodbye and let our brave bunny boy go ? We adopted Ozzie when he was 2 1/2, and he lived to 10 years old. He was found wandering the streets with terribly overgrown teeth, skin and bones because he couldn’t eat properly. He had all his front teeth removed and lived happily from thereon in. He shared our house with us, and after his friend Moppy passed away in 2014, he developed a friendship with our semi longhair cat Pudding. He really loved snuggling with Puds when we had a fire on, and enjoyed sunny days running free in the garden. He was feisty and funny and such a big character – he’d been through so much but had so much courage. We were blessed to have such a lovely boy in our lives and will miss him so much.

It’s going to take a while to get used to no bunnies, not seeing and greeting Ozzie when I come in the door, not saying goodbye to him when I leave the house and checking he has everything he needs. I’ll miss him running in circuits around my legs when I get up in the morning, as he waits for his breakfast to be served. I’ll miss seeking out dandelions in the garden for him, and his head nodding upwards, as I give him a cheeky bit of micronised pea as a treat. I’ll miss cutting up his carrots or apple in the evenings and watching in satisfaction as he tucks into his bedtime treat. Miss him lazing in the sunshine or stretched out blissfully in front of the fire in winter. I’ll miss tickling his head and hearing him snore and snooze. I’ll miss coming across him hopping through the kitchen on an exploration. Good God I’ll miss that droopy lower lip.

Rest in peace Ozzie, we love you xxx

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Sunrise bedfordshire

I’m sitting here sprawled on the sofa in 30 degree heat, baby spread eagled and snoring on my chest, Lilla our white polar bear of a cat purring by my side. Summer is having a last hurrah, and to be honest, I would much rather it packed it’s bags for good for 2016.

These days, since the birth of my daughter (herein known as ‘E’), it’s a monumental achievement if I can make it out of the house before midday, a rare occurrence that I remember (or bother) to brush my hair, or achieve anything vaguely non-baby related. E is approaching three weeks old and these early days are demanding. I know it won’t always be like this but I do miss routines and the ability to just potter at will.

A return to a new normality will come, I know that. But for my own sanity, I need to achieve a little something every day. Otherwise I feel like I’m just existing – sleeping, eating, a human milk bar, nappy changer, zombified parent who watches the days slip by.

A few weeks ago I invested in a bullet journal (“bujo”), which has been  used since to help track spending, baby shopping before the birth, meal planning, task lists, and so on. It’s been invaluable and a bit of a revelation. In a good way.

But where I was box ticking several items and achieving several tasks a day before E’s arrival, at the moment it’s a different story. Over the last week or so I’ve come to realise that there’s just no way I can do what I was doing before. So to retain my sanity I’ve decided to do keep it simple; do one thing each day.

Today, that task is weeding the front garden. Tomorrow, it might be sorting out the washing and putting it away. On Saturday, I might aim to plant up two plant pots for Autumn. The hope is that these baby steps will keep things rolling and I’ll head into winter having just about kept on top of things at the Smallest Smallholding.


New Family

On Friday 26th August I safely delivered our beautiful little girl into the world. The last two and a half weeks have been a whirlwind as we get to grips with life as a new family, and as I recover from one of the hardest but most rewarding things I’ve ever had to do in my life.

Mummy and daughter

I love her so much already, and she is one amazing little girl. We’re slowly finding our feet – I actually cooked myself dinner for the first time a few nights ago, and did a little gardening too – and finding a new normality amidst the chaos (including living without hot water for a week after our 33-year-old boiler finally bit the dust). Life is different now. Harder, more demanding, but better for having our daughter in our lives.

Bear with me. My Smallest Smallholding is having to take a back seat as I adjust to life as a mummy. We’ll get there though. Autumn is just around the corner and I hope it’s going to be magical.