The wandering gypsies.

On Monday we decided to move out of our house.

It's been a long time coming. We knew it was happening. Myl has finished college forever and we're on to the next stage of life.

With only one catch. The house we have to move into isn't empty yet. The tenants have till the end of the year to move out and they don't seem to be budging anytime soon.

So that makes us homeless. Wandering gypsies, nomads.

It's not as bad as all that. We've got a few weeks of holidays, some camping, trips to the country to see the fam bam. 

Our car is packed with clothes and tent. We have one fox box full of books and a few toys. The girls have matching fold out lounges to sleep on. Eeek!

It's going to be pretty exciting but I'm sure by the end I'll be yearning for a place to rest my head and set my bags down. It's all making me think of a country and western song.

So it might be even quieter than usual over here on the ole blog but I'm sure to be instagramming up a storm so follow along. 

And if you see a four piece family trekking along the road with a pile of laundry and sun kissed faces, be sure to say hello.

when growing up hurts

My littlest one. Smalls.

She's a chilled out kiddo. Smiley and fun.

Lately she's been growing up and it hurts.

She's mastered sitting and crawling and is now pulling herself up on all the things.

She likes to practice these skills at night and because of her new independence she's developed a new clinginess. She likes to practice this clinginess at night.

I remember it was the same with her sister and it really knocked me out and made me doubt my ability as a mother.

This time it's knocked me about again but I feel more like I know where it's coming from and can see that like most things to do with childhood, it won't last.

So even though I'm typing this lying next to a sleeping babe in scared to put in her cot for fear she will wake up in ten minutes. Even though our bed has had three people in it more than it has two. Even though bedtime is a long drawn out process at the moment I'm going to remember that this little girl is growing and changing and learning and it must hurt a little for her too.

Almost done.

On Wednesday Myl will finish studying.

It's going to be so. good.

Each time the holidays almost roll at round our family hits survival mode. Assignments are due, exams are looming but life goes on. Babies still wake at night, toddlers still have accidents and meltdowns. It's a tough time. 

And then (oh sweet joy) come the holidays. 

Even though Wednesday is going to be darn near the best day all year I've been so amazingly proud of my Mylo these past four years. 

I'm proud of the way he's knuckled down and learnt to study. He's learnt to love to learn.

He's become a dad twice over and sacrificed his love for study for his greater love for us time and time again.

He's become a better man. The man I married was pretty darn good but he just keeps getting lovelier, wiser, more patient, more close.

I am so proud of the way he loves unreservedly, unconditionally and unceasingly. The way he loves caused us to have great work to do next year.

My partner in life, my dearest best friend, the father of my children. I'm so proud of him. 

And I'm so looking forward to holidaying together when the cares of exams are gone from his mind.

Till Wednesday. Almost there.