Argh! It’s been one of those weeks where all I can give you is an odd ends post. It sort of means that while I feel not much happened this week that is blog-worthy, I did use my camera to capture a few things I want to remember and that makes me happy. Now allow me to go wash my hair and prepare for a boisterous weekend with lots of foods and lots of relatives- note: if you know Cypriots, you know I mean ALOT in both cases. Oh and there’s a DIY project brewing around here. Have a good one! x
I like looking at pictures of other people’s homes. I’m not too keen on catalogue looks but I do like a space with character and a good dose of mix and match. I like thinking about the type of person who lives there, the story behind an object but most of all I like the good old plain inspiration I get from the colours, the materials, the ideas and the practicality of a space. It’s just something I like to do.
A month ago, while we were decorating our Christmas tree, Georgie asked for pancakes for dinner. So, I dropped what I was doing and headed to the kitchen with him to whip up a batch. Georgie stood on his little stool and waited for me to gather all the ingredients. He then helped me scoop out the exact measurements with that cute toddler steadiness and then he cracked open two eggs with one hand. We began mixing away when my mother-in-law began laughing. She couldn’t believe how well Georgie was handling himself and the whole process. He is indeed a great sous chef and I could not be prouder. I smile when he starts cleaning and cups his hand under the kitchen counter to catch those crumbs.
Since papa’s surgery, understandably things have been a little different around here. Example: papa no longer needs to say goodbye to us every morning before heading to work, something that has completely thrown Georgie. Over the first three days, he would frequently and randomly ask papa when he would be going to work. It took him a while to wrap his head around the fact that he would have papa all to himself ALL DAY. The little dude is in a very happy place. In fact we all are. At times I’ve felt pressure bearing down on my shoulders and a sudden pang of sadness but hey, at least I have cheese, The Elf, a warm home, beautiful babies babbling then sleeping the afternoon away and alas, snow. With Christmas around the corner, I think everything’s gonna be alright.
