We have a shelf in our living room that’s filled with special photographs of family and friends. Most of the photos are of us and our parents at various stages of our lives. The photos that really stand out to me are the ones of our parents’ wedding days, one of me with my mum in hospital when I was just born and one of Ferg with his Mum when he was about 8. I find it really moving to see these young versions of us and our parents. These photos were taken before loss and before experience and before old age and they’re a really powerful reminder that time passes quickly and all happy times are to be treasured.
When I look at the pictures I have of my children, I imagine what it’ll be like to look at them when the kids are all grown up. Who knows how their lives will turn out? As parents, we hope and pray for the very best for them, that they’ll find love and happiness and success. Hopefully, over the years this shelf will overflow with lovely memories for us all.
I got the idea for this from this from Pintrest, which had, DAD, made from biscuits. The pin was from Martha Stuart’s website but I decided to adapt my own biscuit recipe to make our own version. This is a lovely gift for dad and the best bit is you’ll probably have all the ingredients!
6oz (150g) plain flour
4oz (100g) Flora Buttery or whatever spread you use. (I tried this as we didn’t have any butter!)
2oz (50g) Brown Demerara sugar or normal sugar will work too.
2 desert spoons of lemon juice
2 Table Spoons of icing sugar
2 desert spoons of lemon juice
4 drops of colour (optional)
Add water if needed but only a few drops at a time!
Pre-heat oven to 180°C/ 350°F/ Gas Mark 4
Mix the plain flour with the Demerara sugar in a large mixing bowl.
Rub in the Buttery Spread (Flora Buttery) and add the lemon juice, then bring the mixture together
Roll out to 1/4″ (6mm) thickness on some grease proof paper (This means your biscuits are less likely to break when they’re moved onto a baking tray.
Cut hearts using a biscuit cutter, freestyle cutting the letters with a sharp knife.
Transfer biscuits on the grease proof paper and lay on a baking tray.
Bake for about 15 minutes or until golden brown (I did it for 11mins but we have a fan oven which tends to be hotter)
Once they’ve cooled down you can decorate, we used bright icing but to be honest they looked much better pre-icing! Another nice way to decorate, is to sprinkle a little icing sugar onto the biscuits but as you can see that was not the option my kids went for. They decided “Biscuit Massacre” was more their style… Well, at least they enjoyed it!
Today is one of those days where I woke up and thought to myself, “Today, I shall be excellent at Mothering. I shall not scream at my children, I shall not arse about and then be late for school drop off, I shall remember to read with my son as soon as we get in from school, I shall make a packed lunch for my son in preparation for tomorrow, I shall start dinner before 4.59pm and I WILL bath them!” So far so good, (apart from arsing about and being late and the screaming. There was a little bit of screaming…) but I still have the last and worst hours of the day to get through.
So let me tell you about the excellent things I did which have made me an excellent Mother today. I ignored Maisie when she decided that slow-mo was the only speed she could possible achieve on her balance bike on the way to school this morning. Amazingly she was neither stolen nor killed when I went ahead of her. Instead she caught up. Wow, what a revelation. Normally I just scream something like, “I can’t do this every morning Maisie, you are driving me mental, HURRY UP! I said HURRY UP! Why do you have to go slowly when we’re late? You’re soooooo annoying! Arghhhhhhh! Grrrrrrrrrarrr!!”
Err, ok that’s the only quite-good thing I’ve done today, but I’m definitely thinking more and more about being excellent. The trouble is, me. My disorganization means I’m usually a bit late, which means I’m usually a bit stressed, which means I’m usually a bit horrible to my children. What makes you late Emma? I hear you ask with genuine curiosity. Well, usually Candy Crush, or Bubble Witch Saga, or feeding my Dinosaurs, or checking out the deals on flash sale websites. Basically anything but getting on with being a mother. Why though? It doesn’t make sense, surely I’d have learnt by now that life is better when we’re on time and relaxed? But no I haven’t, look at the time now for example, it’s 3.04pm and I need to leave to pick up Sam, but I’m typing. What a twonk.
This was taken on holiday in Norfolk. The girls were having some quality Barbie time with Nana so I decided to take a picture. I’ve no idea what this expression means or why it happened, but it’s classic Maisie Moo.
Izzy’s going through a couple of “quirky” stages at the moment. The first one she seems to have copied from my gorgeous Godson (A staunch anti-pantalon campaigner) who recently showed her the wonder of life without kecks. So far this isn’t too much of a problem unless we’re just leaving the house for the school run. Even then I can usually muster up a “Hey, let’s live a little” and cover her with a blanket.
The second revolves around a sudden and deeply passionate obsession with towels. I’m not sure if this is because it’s one of the few words she can say correctly, but whenever she sees a towel she completely freaks out.