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Grassington

Grassington has continually been a source of peace for me. I love it in that little village. There’s a certain road on the way, that as soon as the wheels hit, I feel at home. It’s a deep breath and a release of everything as soon as we cross that line.

Once a year Grassington, for as long as I can remember have put on a Christmas fair. Covid and lock down stopped us getting there for a couple of years, but I have memories of it going back to when I was young. It always made me feel the most Christmasy. Something both Rob and I want our kids to feel too.

It’s the first year after all the mess the government in combination with covid made, and we loved it. Parking a fair distance away, practically pulling the kids along to get to the stalls (it’s a very big hill from where we parked), the “I don’t want to wall, my legs hurt”, refusals of gloves and hats from the not so verbal tot AND IT SNOWED!

The fair was relatively small from what it used to be , but then it has been a little while; so airing with caution with what they put on I guess. It was still magical to me. The cobbled streets busy with walkers looking for a festive treat, eating street food and people watching. Dogs, oh my so many dogs to look at and admire. It was just a very good, very Yorkshire day.

It felt very good for the soul.

Delilah’s highlight was building the tiniest snowman, which she named Smoochie. Euan enjoyed watching the dogs around the village as much as I did. It did give us a festive boost.

The biggest boost is to come, when Delilah finishes school for the holidays. We can’t wait.

I’m happy to report that the elves have been keeping the babies entertained. Although unfortunately they had to refuse to move on the one occasion, because the kids were being totally feral. Hopefully the elves can stay till Christmas eve and then off they pop back to the North pole for the next year.

We’ve breakfast with Santa which Nana and Grandad are doing and then their actual Santa visit mid week where we will take them. Trying to squeeze in lots of things for our family festivities, let’s make all the memories.

What’s your Christmas countdown looking like? Do you like to stay busy or are you happy with quiet? Would you cancel all together?

Love always,
XOXO, L.

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It’s Been A Buggy Week

Bugs, bugs and (you guessed it) more bugs!
We started with a two day wonder cough from Miss Delilah, two days of school snuggled on the sofa and watching Christmas movies. Then came my turn. A lingering bug I kept suppressing because everyone else needs something. True mum fashion.

Then there was Euan, a whole 5 days of being extra ratty, less sleep than usual, a cough and being stuffed up the poor little love. It doesn’t ever seem to be just a cols for Euan. He gets a cough every time and it goes straight to his chest. He had croup earlier in the year and I think its had a lasting effect. Luckily there was no sign of fever this time round, but we had a few wiped out days because no one (other than Delilah) was functioning to any level other than pure survival mode.

Then there was Delilah. Again. She came home Friday so sore and itchy. Worms! We followed NHS guidance, treated and boil washed everything we could, antibacterial’d everything. Dropped her off at school with the warning to her teacher and asking her to make sure she washed her hands after toilet stops and before eating. Now I thought this was common practice anyway, but boy was I wrong. Turns out, they didn’t let her wash her hands before she ate because they didn’t pass a bathroom on the way to lunch. Speechless? I know, I was for all of 10 seconds before having a massive shouty rant about it all to myself. I came to the conclusion home lunches would be a thing.

Delilah with her “wash me” hand drawings.

I initially asked the reception staff what the policy on home for lunch was. To which they didn’t have a clue, so I’m guessing its just not the done thing these days (although it was when I was at school). But having to go into school and ask the receptionist to ask the teachers and dinnertime staff to get the kids to wash their hands before they eat is a current low point of this place.

In better news, I’m about 3 gifts away from finishing the Christmas shopping . Which kind of excites me, as I’m feeling very lost and overwhelmed with it this year. Everyone I buy for (with kids as an exception) never want for anything. So what do you get people who literally buy themselves what they need and want all year round?! The kids have been a joy to shop for, and wrap. Call me odd, but I quite like the wrapping stage, making it pretty and of course the actual giving.

Christmas cards have been ordered, and a photo book of my babies for my Grandmother. Simply because, what else can you possibly do for your Grandma when she’s another one who just gets what she needs and wants all year long.

Next festive thing is the Grassington Christmas Market this weekend. We missed out last weekend because of all the bugs and grumpy sleeplessness between us. I actually can’t wait, I find it the most festive thing on my calendar. It really puts me in Christmas mode. I’m already thinking I’m going to need a bigger run up to next year. In all honesty, a cabin in the woods with snow and a freshly cut tree sounds like my kind of perfect too. It’s a winter goal of mine.

I’ll be off now to dream of that secluded, far away from school cabin and my snow and my trees.

Love,

Xoxo, L

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December – The Month of The Elves

The month of December in our house, is utter chaos. A loveable type of chaos, but chaos all the same. I’d like to sit here and tell you all the elves will make an appearance for the first time tomorrow; but that would be a lie.  

Our elves, Sharance and Trinx (dubbed by Delilah when she was 2 and a half) made this year’s debut last weekend. It is a little naughty of us, but we use the elves to put up the Christmas tree and decorations so that little hands do not get involved. We can get set up and just enjoy the kids’ faces the morning after we have done it.  

The kids woke up Saturday to see all the decs out. Delilah was well impressed at the elves’ efforts and Euan, well, he just likes to yank the baubles off at every op. It leaves us wondering if we put it up too soon.

Sunday rolled round and the elves had only gone and arranged a North Pole Breakfast. And before you ask, yes, I am out of my mind. We started this tradition last year, and Delilah thought it was epic. So why would we not do it again and extend the invite? 

In true Lotty fashion, I managed to have something going on the night before this NP breakfast, just to make set up for myself harder. I had booked to take my mum out to the theatre on Saturday night for a very belated birthday gift (I booked it back in February). It was a pretty good show, and we really enjoyed it. But I totally forgot it was the night before, then invited all Delilah and Euan’s cousins to this elven shindig on the Sunday morning. And I’m telling you, it was demanding work blowing up an 80-balloon balloon arch manually after midnight. We finally got to bed at 2am ish after a little retro finishing touch. 

Sunday morning crept in too soon, and the kids were ready to go. Hubs and I could have done with a few more hours kip, but with Cousins on their way, pancakes needed to be made, maple bacon needed cremated, and gingerbread house needed Royal icing to glue it together so it was ready for sticky hands to decorate it. And all those blasted elves did was look on with that grin on their faces. You know the grin I’m talking about. It has a mocking quality to it. I was mocked.

The kids enjoyed it; my eldest Neice even made cookies all by herself to bring with her. They were brilliant and went down a real treat with our sugar jacked breakfast. They did a great job with the gingerbread house too!
 
After a very swift clear up or sorts, we headed out for tradition number 2. A Christmas photo shoot. Something we adopted last year for Euan’s first Christmas and hope to continue for as long as we can. Aren’t they cute?

December brings us packed out weekends on the run up to Christmas, full of old traditions and creating new ones. Do you have any Christmas traditions?  

Happy December 1st everyone! 

Love, 

Xox, L 

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The School That Refuses to Bend 

The thing is, there so much going on now I do not know where to begin. But I will start with the thing that takes up the most part of my boggled brain right now, which is the perplexing case of the school that refuses bend.  

And when I say ‘bend’ I mean show any flexibility towards my reasonable requests. 

My daughter, my wonderful, unicorn, rainbow daughter is currently awaiting an ASD (autism spectrum disorder) assessment. The school are playing a part in this, with much of a push and shove from yours truly. I felt as though I was already fighting before the application for assessment was put in. There have been hiccups from the start which has left me unimpressed at every level so far. This journey started around Christmas last year. 

It draws closer to the actual assesment, but in the meantime my little unicorn is not getting the support she needs to thrive. But what should I be expecting of the school in terms of support? I am sure I have exhausted her class teacher already, because in our parents evening the woman was shaking with nerves (or may be anger) when speaking with me; well, I say speaking, but what I really mean is following the transcript so politically pre rehearsed with me.  

I am relentless, but my simple want is for my emailed questions to be answered with answers via email so that I can have a paper trail for my future reference. I have requested this on several occasions, but I have been met with at least three face-to-face meetings and no follow-up email from any of them! Surely it would be easier to respond via email rather than rehearse a script to rattle off? Surely notes have been made to give said speech?  

My initial request has been denied anyway. All I wanted was a variation in reading book for the unicorn girl who finds it hard to concentrate on the same thing over and over, the unicorn who memorises her books from start to finish before she brings them home meaning that her eyes do not even have to look at the words, she is supposed to be familiarising herself with. So, the poor kid must sit in a ‘one size fits all’ reading group when clearly the one size does not fit all.  

Rightly or wrongly, I have taken the matter into my own hands and bought additional reading materials since her school clearly wants no part in her progression. Their current answer to my issues is to give my FIVE-YEAR-OLD homework EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK alongside her reading book. Insert palm face emoji here. Which I will not be encouraging her to do!! Work life balance is important, school already have her for six plus hours a day and I am sending her there to learn this stuff. Yet here we are, as parents filling in the gaps that teachers do not have the time or capacity to do. The curriculum clearly needs a revamp.  

How tempting it is to home school with this going on?  

Then there’s SENCo. The ‘sometimes makes an appearance on the school gate at drop off/pick up person’, happy, again to chat face to face but seems averse to email correspondence. This place would not work well as a business. Their communication is diabolical. But they are open for informal chats – any time which include blank stares and nervous, but polite smiles. 

So that is me currently locked in an ongoing battle with school for any kind of clarity, support, information, and communication for the foreseeable. They will not like me for it, but for my little unicorn girl I will push, fight and advocate on her behalf. Always.  

Could I be the one who will find the limits of the school in terms of what to expect?  

We all know those who do not bend eventually break, but let us hope for the sake of everyone the school can get their backsides in gear and do the right thing.  

Have you ever had to push back with your kids’ school? I’d love to hear your story too.  

Wish me luck with it. 

Love & Best, 

Xox, L. 

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To Start With

I have been meaning to write this post for literally the longest time. I have no will power, or ‘motivation’ at the moment but I have not for an age anyway. I have talked myself into it by using the “you are never going to feel like it so you might as well just get on with it” mind set. And here we are.  Writing. Now I have just got to work up to schedule the post going live and launch this website. There is never a right time, which I keep trying to remind myself of. Just get on with it.  

I am Lotty. Mother, wife, daughter, granddaughter, friend, employee and considering (currently) business owner and/or student. This is my life blog. The beauty and chaos of it all. Oh look, there’s my tag line for the first time this writing season; and it probably wont be the last time you see that. My style will vary. My entries will and can be any length and my ability to post on a schedule at the moment is sporadic despite my best efforts. This is my truth for the moment, but hey, I may surprise you (or even myself) and I might be able to stick to a loose time scale. Who knows?! (NOT ME) but lets go with that anyway. 

With my truth ousted, I welcome you and hope you will stay with me and my ramblings a little while. If you’ve been here before, thank you. It means a lot when anyone reads me let alone sticks around. Frankly, I think you are the bees’ knees.  

I promise the next post won’t be too long away, and it’ll have a bit more umph too. Right now, ‘just do it’ is playing on loop in my head and I must put a stop to it, realise my dreams of being a blogger again and get on with it. 

I very much hope to see you soon,  
L, xox