Is this actually our house or are we on holiday?

Is this actually our house or are we on holiday?

'No, little ones, this is our home now'.

And aren't we pinching ourselves every day, truly thankful that it is.

While Paul and I have been unpacking, unpacking some more, and then unpacking again, the boys have been exploring, exploring some more, and then exploring again. 

We're all slowly getting used to the clicks and clunks of an old house at night, and the perils of a snowy, sloping driveway during the day.

We have a little more space to spread out here, both indoors and out, and my five year old is making the most of that by popping his Lego creations on every single window sill and shelf. I think it's his way of settling in.

My seven year old is doing much the same with his Pokemon cards. They seem to be everywhere already. Pikachu is battling Charmander in the living room while Charizard fights Squirtle in the kitchen. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, consider yourself lucky.

We're slowly finding a home for all of our things, grateful that most of our favourites fit and a little sad that others don't. We're trying to keep new purchases to a minimum because we're definitely going to tackle a bathroom renovation later this year. But when we opened the fridge door to find it perfectly proportioned for the couple that used to live here but not so much for our greedy family of four, we splashed out on the mint green Smeg fridge freezer of (my) dreams. There may be photos in existence of me hugging it. What can I say? I'm shallow. White (or mint) goods make me happy.

New blackout blinds are being fitted in the bedrooms in a couple of weeks time and we're about to press 'add to basket' on a Habitat sofa bed (this one, if you're feeling nosy), but other than my youngest's bedroom where we're 100 percent set on how it's going to be decorated, I'm leaving all the other rooms bar the bathroom I mentioned earlier.

I'm in no rush to wield a paintbrush.

And for good reason.

That reason?

The garden.

The garden is part enchanted forest, part secret garden. There's a pond, a paddock, a mini orchard, a vegetable plot and a more manicured area with rose bushes and magnolia trees. It's what's currently slowing me down. Not because I'm working in it, but because I keep stopping at every window to look out and marvel at it.

But me and gardening? Gardening and I?

Yeah, we're not a natural match.

Yet.

This year, I mostly plan to eschew paint in favour of plants, flooring in favour of flora.

You'll find me out here with these two.

As long as we've seen the last of the snow.

Is this actually our house or are we on holiday?
Is this actually our house or are we on holiday?
Is this actually our house or are we on holiday?
Is this actually our house or are we on holiday?
Is this actually our house or are we on holiday?
Is this actually our house or are we on holiday?
Is this actually our house or are we on holiday?
Is this actually our house or are we on holiday?

The boys are wearing outdoor clothes kindly sent to them by the amazing Muddy Puddles: EcoSplash Jacket, Puddlestomper Wellies, and Knitted Beanie Hat.

My youngest is also wearing
Muddy Puddles thermals which I've been buying for both of my boys for the past three or four years - they work brilliantly under snowsuits or rugby kits (my eldest wears his shorts and t-shirt over them) and also double up as pyjamas, too.

If you're on the hunt for great quality children's outerwear (that means getting at least two grubby, muddy children's worth of wear, in my eyes), I'm a genuine Muddy Puddles customer and can highly recommend their clothes.

They currently have a
sale on so my advice would be to snap up bigger sizes in preparation for the inevitable growth spurts that will occur throughout the year. 

Is this actually our house or are we on holiday?