30 before 30



330 days, 3 hours, 6 minutes and 30 seconds till my birthday. My 30th Birthday. I still feel like I’m 18, I mean seriously. WTF happened?! Now I’m the same age as people I used to call old. This is just too depressing so I’ve had to come up with a list to make sure I don’t waste the last year of being a ‘twenty something’ by sitting on my ass and letting it pass by.
Obviously I’d like to be all “I’m going to backpack through Peru and travel to a gazillion countries” because who wouldn’t want to do that, but I’m cash strapped and saving for a house so I’m going to have to leave those beauties till my 40th *gasp*!

I’ve taken a while to write this as I’ve needed to give it some careful thought – it’s still not fully decided, but here goes.

In no particular order:

1. Get into the best shape of my life
2. Read at least one book a month
3.Complete the Tough Mudder Half
4. Go horse riding for the first time in 10 years
5.Sky dive
6.Climb one of the three peaks (preferably not Scafell as I’ve already done that one)
7.See a ballet
8.Be able to do the splits
9.Start doing yoga again
10.Learn the piano
11.Donate blood
12. Go on a classy-ass date night with hubs
13.Make awesome birthday cakes for both kiddies
14.Perfect the 20’s “gatsby” hairstyle
15. Take the kids on a hike
16.Go surfing
17.Host a dinner party
18.Do a colour run
19.Clay shoot with hubs
20. Create and organise the kids and family photo albums
21. Try 30 new recipes
22.Have a girly spa day
23.Learn how to use water colour paints and paint a display worthy piece
24.Visit Bethany and go to the cabaret
25.Start agility or fly ball with Scout
26.Take a climbing class
27.Go offline – no ipad, no laptop, no phone (except for calls) at least once a week.
28. Explore a city I’ve never been to
29.Go to Madame Tussauds
30.Save money for our first house!

I wanted to add sleep underneath Dippy the Dino at the Natural History Museum but the damn thing is on tour till 2020. Inconvenient Dippy, Inconvenient. They say you can sleep underneath the stegosaurus instead but I mean, come on….no one goes to see the stegosaurus.

So that’s my list. Some things will be hella easy compared to others….30 new recipes? Piece of cake. Sky diving? the guy I’m attached to is literally going to have to throw me out of the plane or it isn’t happening.

Here goes!





New Year, still fabulous.

New Years Eve and I’m sat in an oversized teeshirt, baggy sweats, watching Grey’s Anatomy and sipping prosecco because why the hell not. Both kiddies are asleep, which is nice as we seem to have had illness after illness at the moment. Colds passed between everyone for weeks, bronchitis, conjunctivitis and now tonsillitis.

G  took his first steps at 9 months and 13 days and is now walking all over the place, completely proud of himself with the biggest, cheesiest grin on his face. It is ten out of ten adorable.
He’s so different to E as a baby. He’s definitely not as independent but ohmygoodness is he a cuddler. Serious Mummy’s boy. If he wasn’t so freaking heavy I’d love it even more than I do but as it is I end up with a sore hip and dead arms by the end of the day. I have a sling that I really need to start using more often than I do.
He has six teeth now and his favourite thing to do is chew my chin. He will literally lunge at me, grab my chin with his mouth, pull my hair so I can’t move and laugh his head off. He’s like one of those things from Alien. A facehugger. A cute giggly facehugger.
All the while I’m laughing too but it really hurts so I’m also trying to prize open his tiny hands that are vice gripped around my hair. By this point, E thinks we’re playing a massive game and jumps onto my shoulders, clinging onto my neck, shouting “GIDDYUP MUMMY!”
Yeah it’s a great game.

E is going to be an artist. Or a paleontologist, or an astronaut if you consider her other loves….peppaologist?
I honestly sit there Googling “what should my child be able to draw at (insert months here) ” about 5 times a day. She drew me a fish in water yesterday people. That’s gotta be advanced right? I mean, a fish. In water. IN. WATER. Yes the fish was just an oval with an eye, but still. she coloured in the blue water around it and drew WAVES and I’m calling it. child genius.
She has two pretty good artists for parents (I use the term ‘pretty good’ loosely, I am no Monet) so she was bound to get it right?
I don’t mean to harp on about it, but also – she draws pupils in eyes, Granted, they’re just a dot in the middle of a circle, but come on!

Anyway, I’ll stop gushing over my childs CREATIVE GENIUS and move on.

Christmas was great. E’s first Christmas where she actually knew what was going on, although slightly confused at first with the concept of an old man coming in whilst everyone was asleep..this was soon accepted when I mentioned he would be bringing her presents.
Must do the stranger danger talk soon…
Her face when she saw his footprints in the amazing, magical, non melting, North (or is it South?) Pole snow aka talcum powder, was an absolute picture. Despite what we had told her, Father Christmas didn’t leave her a lump of coal and did actually bring her a fairly large amount of presents! Not sure with how well this is going to go for us in future though, may have to come good with the coal threats occasionally!
G was a typical baby – wrapping paper and boxes? Winning.

As I’ve been writing this, it has become 2017. I am 30 THIS YEAR. What happened? I genuinely still feel 21 *cries*. I shall most certainly be channeling Joey Tribiani come December 15th. My dearest hubby always says, “We’re almost dead. Best years of our lives are over. It only gets worse from here” but he is a grump. So this year I am making a list. Not resolutions, but 30 things to do before I’m 30. 30 before 30.
Now I just need to come up with said list…