Six word Saturday

Layla and Mma went paddling today

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A Good Match

This week, share a photo of things that complement each other.

This is Ben Huberman’s challenge at the Daily Post. Do you think my daughter and I have a matching style in this photo? If so does that mean I wear clothes that are too young for someone of my age? or does Nina dress like an old fogey?

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I don’t think either applies, because pretty much anything goes these days. I wore leggings in the 80’s and I do now and I’ve never been very interested in fashion.

Black and White Sunday: Portrait

Paula hopes not to give us a headache with this weeks black and white challenge. I did briefly think ‘oh no’, I can’t do portraits, and most people don’t want their photograph taken -me included! But then I remembered these,taken a few years ago, of my niece at fourteen, a lovely young girl on the cusp of womanhood.

She’s all grown up now and will be heading to uni soon, the begining of a very bright future.
If you’d like to join the challenge pop over to Paula’s place, you’ll get a warm welcome.

Dinosaurs and sand between your toes

If you’re three years old and the beaches near home are grotty shingle, when you feel sand between your toes for the first time, it can be quite overwhelming, you have to pause and take it all in.

fun2Especially if you’ve just met a life sized dinosaur and been on a train for the first time ever.

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But when you’re one and a half, it’s still a bit mesmerising, but if daddy’s there to throw you up to the sky,
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then everything is really good fun!

Black and White Sunday, Favourite

Paula at Lost in Translation says, ‘This week I want you to post a photo of your “favourite”. Be it a place, a thing, a person, a pastime or your holiday. Your favourite anything. Maybe the favourite shot you have taken and still haven’t published. The only requirement for this “favourite” is to make it black and white.’

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This is Michael, my favourite uncle and I saw him recently for the first time in ages.

Raising Daughters

My daughter’s partner Steve, who calls me his Monster-in-law, wrote this on FB last night and it really touched my heart. It’s so very special, that I thought I’d share it with you my friends. Perhaps you know someone who could do with reading it too. Scarlett will be three in July, Layla is seventeen months.

IMG_3436 (2)So this evening I had a wedding meeting in Gosport, which means that I had to leave the house before putting Scarlet to bed.
I got home at 8pm and Scarlett was still awake (her normal bedtime is 6.30-7pm), So after a brief cuddle I took her to bed.

In the forefront of my mind was how much I needed to do tonight; I shot a wedding on the weekend so I had to download the cards, social media advertising, admin, printing… Nina and I hadn’t eaten so dinner needed cooking and Nina also had a lot of work to do and some business bits she wanted me to help her with.

Due to this, Scarlett only got one story rather than the usual two or three, and the bedtime routine which is one of our special times together, was cut very short. Scarlett got up twice, and I put her back to bed without the usual fun and games.

Then I heard her sobbing.

I went into her room and attempted to quickly settle her, but she opened her arms and pulled me in for a cuddle and whispered ‘Don’t leave me Daddy, I love you’.

Somehow I had allowed myself to put all those other things ahead of the most important people in my life. Yes we all let the world get on top of us, work is demanding, we wish for more hours in the day, we try to save time where we can to try and complete those oh so important tasks and little jobs. But Scarlett and Layla just want to be loved, not rushed.

For those few seconds, I was the most important person in Scarlett’s world, and all she wanted was a cuddle.

Right now I’m holding my Daughter, everything else can wait.