Wednesday marked Georgie’s first day back to school. His excitement about moving up a class was adorable and also contagious. That means no tears this year. I’m actually quite proud of myself! Ha! Remember last year?
I have been thinking of changing up The Parent Hood, adding more lifestyle inspiration and hopefully posting every Friday so these cool links can be read over the weekend with a hot cup of tea and some peace and quiet.
One day over the summer, my dad handed me a big cardboard box. It was packed with drawings and paintings, school report cards and birthday cards and even a diary I kept as a teenager. Memories and keepsakes from my childhood and a bunch of other utterly irreplaceable stuff were discovered during a cupboard clear-out and I could not be more thankful to my parents for saving every single piece.
For the most part of this month my laptop remained closed. There was a great instinctual need to ‘switch off’ and that is exactly what I did.
This year, August get-aways have made more sense to me than ever before. Our little family happily disrupted everyday habits, sidestepped painful memories and headed to various locations around the island for three whole weeks. Whilst staying at hotels and apartments beachside and visiting remote villages in the mountains:
This morning, my eyes were literally swollen shut. I am in a state of shock and saddened to my very core. Yesterday, at 4:15 in the afternoon, papa and I braced ourselves as we said goodbye to our beautiful darling dog, Lily Rose.
Over the last one month Lily’s health drastically deteriorated. Yesterday we found out this was due to a misdiagnosis of a well-known Mediterranean disease called Leishmania. Symptoms can be hard to detect until they’re not. And you’re suddenly faced with a very sick pet and the sickest of all feelings that something is definitely not OK.
I inherited my love for beautiful melodies from my dad. And recently I also received his impressive collection of vinyls! I was given the perfect introduction to music when he and my mum decided to have classical tunes playing in the delivery room where I was being born. It is and always has been a huge part of my life, to say the least, so it only seems right to blog about it too.