How Kory finds life as a big brother

I was watching Kory and Kora play together this morning (nicely for a change!) and it got me thinking:

  1. How amazing he is at being a big brother
  2. How lucky Kora is to have such a caring big brother
  3. How lucky they are to have each other
  4. How blessed I am to have two beautiful children

Now don’t get me wrong, it isn’t always sunshine and rainbows in our house and I’d be lying if I said it was. Truthfully, it can be like world war 3’s begun sometimes and I often here ‘MUUUUM, she’s just touched me!’ MUUUUM, she wants to play with MY toys, tell her she can’t!’ Usually right before Kora starts to scream the house down and one pushes the other over. But seeing them in those moments when they are genuinely getting along and listening to them play nicely, it really is heartwarming to see and makes me so proud as a mum and so proud of them.

Especially Kory.

Becoming a big brother can be hard but from the minute we told Kory he was going to be a big brother, before Kora even entered the world, he already loved her so much. He would always talk to my tummy, cuddle my bump and ask all sorts of cute questions about her. He couldn’t wait to become a big brother! People often commented throughout my pregnancy with Kora and would make comments such as ‘you’ve spent so much time with Kory just the two of you, don’t you think he’s going to be really jealous once she’s born?’ And I wasn’t worried about that at all, not one single bit because no-one knows Kory better than I do and I knew he wouldn’t be jealous of her. I knew we had nothing to worry about and I knew he would be the best big brother to his little sister. And even IF he was jealous, that’s only natural and we’d deal with that situation as best as we could when the time come but he’s never been that way with her.

We did lots of things to prepare Kory for his new role as big brother. We spoke about it lots, we took him to pottery and got him to paint a unicorn for him to give to Kora once she’d been born, we continued to do the usual things he enjoyed with him, both me and dad spent a lot of time together with him and each on our own as well and once Kora was born, we involved him in as many ways as we could. We would ask him to help us change her nappy, dress her, fetch bottles and he loved being hand ons with her. Of course having a baby means a lot changes but we did try our best to keep everything as ‘normal’ as possible for Kory and I really think we did a good job of doing that. He’s never felt left out or less loved, he’s never not had as much attention as his sister, they are both spoilt. Not with material things (okay – maybe a bit!) but with love.

Kory is honestly Kora’s best friend, biggest protector and most loving big brother a girl could ever wish for. As their mum, it is a privilege to watch them grow up together and see how close they are, they really do have the most beautiful bond, they are so alike it’s crazy! I hope they always remain this close with each other even as they get older.

Kory, you are the best big brother to your little sister. You are both so lucky to have each other. You will always be my first born, my first love, you are the one who made me mama but my heart is big enough for the both of you always. Kora, you are equally as special as you are my last baby, my last baby love, which means I want you to stay my baby for even longer!

Mummy is so proud of you both. To the best big brother and to the best little sister I have the pleasure of raising. I love you both all the world.

Things don’t always go to plan

Sometimes things don’t always go to plan and that’s okay. On Sunday it was Easter and I had lots of things planned for us to do, I had the day planned out exactly how I wanted it to go and I was ready for a fun filled day with my family. Except nothing turned out the way I imagined it would.

Every year on Easter we have our yearly Easter egg hunt at home and lots of other Easter traditions we usually follow. We had our Easter egg hunt on the morning of Easter Sunday as we always do, the kids were so excited to see that the Easter bunny had been and it was wonderful to see how happy they were finding all of their eggs that were hidden around the house. But everything else that followed that day all went a bit pear shaped after that…

We’ve all had a bit of a cold (just to clarify – not Covid! Tested negative) and it seems I was putting a lot of unnecessary pressure on myself for us to have the ‘perfect’ Easter despite feeling a bit sh!tty. After our Easter egg hunt, I’d usually make a start on the buffet we usually have for dinner, there’s usually lots of party food, cake and treats for the kids but I simply couldn’t find the motivation to make one this year so instead the kids just ended up having a lunchable to eat. After that we played some games and it was soon time for tea but instead of our usual Roast dinner I would normally make at Easter, I just ended up making the kids some frozen fish fingers and smileys faces for tea as I just felt I couldn’t be bothered going to all the effort of making a dinner when my head was banging.

At the end of the day when it was time for the kids to go to bed, I was kicking myself for only doing the bare minimum of what I had originally planned for the day until Kory turned and said to me ‘Haven’t me and Kora been really lucky today.’ And that’s when I realised that:

1.) My kids are amazing.

2.) That I did not need to hold myself to an unrealistic standard.

Since then I’ve had some time to reflect, things don’t always go to plan and that’s okay. I’m allowed to take a step back and cut myself some slack. And that’s what I’m here to tell you. Don’t be so hard on yourself. As parents, we already juggle enough without giving ourselves a hard time. We owe it to ourselves to stop comparing ourselves to others and what they may have/do and focus on our own lives.

It really did not matter that our day did not go exactly the way I planned. The kids had ate that much chocolate they weren’t arsed about the party food and Kory always complains about having to eat my roast dinners anyway. In fact, they probably preferred the fish fingers and smiley faces!

I guess what I’m trying to say is that sometimes we can only do what we can, we cannot pour from an empty cup, forgive yourself for being human, everything does not need to be accomplished all at once and sometimes when you think you’re failing, you might just actually be winning.

Things aren’t always going to go to plan and that’s okay.


Hello everyone! Yesterday was Easter Sunday and I hope whatever Easter means to you, even if it just means ‘Sunday,’ I hope you all had a wonderful day.

Easter for us means family. We know the story of Jesus and why people celebrate Easter but we aren’t particularly religious so for us, Easter means family. It means family because R has a longer weekend at home with us and we all get to spend lots of time together as a family doing lots of fun things.

Since Kory’s first Easter we’ve sort of made our own Easter traditions that we have each year. We always make lots of Easter crafts on the run up to Easter, we bake, we always have our traditional Easter egg hunt around the house after the Easter bunny has been, we have party food for dinner and I usually make a roast dinner for tea. That was the plan for yesterday too however sometimes things don’t always go to plan… But that’s for another blog post.

What I loved most about Easter this year was that not only did I get to see the excitement on Kory’s face when he realised the Easter bunny had been, but I got to see the same look on Kora’s face too as she was old enough to join in with the egg hunt this year as well. As usual, they both ended up with a LOT of chocolate as not only do we buy a couple for them but so do our family and friends. Which brings me to my next point… I seen so many people complaining on social media yesterday about the amount of eggs people had chose to give their children on Easter and I would just like to say, it should not matter whether someone gives their child 1 Easter egg or 100 Easter eggs. I am sure the children will be happy either way – I know if I gave my children one egg each they’d have been just as happy. That is that parents individual choice and although some might say we go all out at Easter, I would not judge someone for not ‘going all out’ as that is nothing. to. do. with. me. Since when did everyone have an opinion on everything others do. Stop concerning yourself with what others do for THEIR children and if you’re a parent, focus on doing what you think is right for your own child. It doesn’t matter what others do. I don’t post a picture of my children’s Easter eggs to say ‘LOOK HOW MANY EASTER EGGS MY CHILD GOT!’ Or to make others feel bad. I have a lot of family and friends on social media who haven’t been able to see my children over Easter this year and have bought them gifts so I thought it would be nice if I could upload a picture to show them everything they got for them to see. If you’re a parent and it doesn’t make you feel good for seeing someone post a picture with how many eggs they got their child, let’s say they bought them a truck load and you’re not in a position to do that, please do not make yourself feel bad for that – Easter is not a competition and it is not about the Easter eggs, as long as you and your child had a nice day together, that’s honestly all that matters. Or if you’re a parent who has bought their child a truck load of Easter eggs – that’s okay BUT if you’re judging others for not buying their children as much, then you need to think about what that might be teaching your children. And that’s all I’m gonna say about that anyway!

So, yeah. We had a lovely Easter yesterday and I hope you and your children all had a lovely day as well, whatever your plans may have been.

Do you celebrate Easter? If so, how do you choose to spend the day? Do you have any of your own Easter traditions? Please let me know by leaving me a comment. Thanks!

For those of you that celebrate Easter, happy Easter for yesterday and for those of you that don’t, happy Sunday!

The Lonsdale’s, xo

Trying days

Me and the kids have had a lovely few days together over the past few days. We’ve been for walks in the sunshine, we’ve baked, painted, made Easter crafts and it’s been really nice.

I’ve actually enjoyed Kory’s time off school with him but despite the sun shining again yesterday – yesterday was different. Yesterday had been a really trying day. What I mean when I say ‘trying day’ is a day when I’ve really had to try to make the effort to do anything.

I woke up in the morning feeling really tired (which is never a good start to the day when you’ve got a full day of entertaining and taking care of two children) and the kids woke full of energy as they always do, raring to start the day almost immediately where as I still didn’t feel like I was ready to face the day even after my first cup of coffee which usually does the trick to be honest. But not yesterday.

From waking up, all day the kids wanted me to play – which I did for a while until I felt like I couldn’t any longer. After a sleepless night the night before with Kora, I just felt so tired yesterday. She doesn’t usually wake but that night she woke more than a few times (possibly teething?) and it must have took it’s toll on me. That’s the thing about parenting – it doesn’t matter that you didn’t get any sleep the night before, it doesn’t matter how tired, sick or fed up we might feel, we still need to push through the day and be okay because who else is going to take care of our kids? Kory is at an age where he can entertain himself but yesterday for whatever reason he had no interest in playing by himself at all and had wanted and needed me for every simple task he had to do.

I’m not ashamed to admit I cried a few times yesterday. I had to find the energy, the patience and the perseverance to deal with Kora’s 1000th tantrum of the day and Kory’s millionth ‘will you play?’ from somewhere, something I felt I really didn’t have yesterday and something I felt I couldn’t find. I shouted more times than I’d like to admit but I’d honestly had enough of sitting on Kory’s bedroom floor and playing with his toys with him, I’d had enough of Kora whining over me not giving her the ‘correct’ cup to drink from and I’d had enough of breaking up their fights.

Despite feeling so crap, I still made an effort to play, I still baked some biscuits with Kory while Kora napped but it seems that still wasn’t enough. I was hoping that maybe after doing so – I could sit down and just have moment. Let’s all laugh at how naive I was… Wishful thinking – I know. They both still required my attention just as much and I just could not, I had nothing else to give.

Sick of playing referee to the kids bickering and tired of playing with toys, I made lots of suggestions of other things we could do.

‘Shall we draw?’ No.

‘Shall we play on the switch together?’ No.

‘Shall we go for a walk?’ No.

It seems that they just wanted to drive me crazy and bounce off the walls at home. I don’t know where their extra energy came from yesterday, I’m convinced that they sucked what little energy I did have directly from my soul which in turn fuelled their energy even more. Me feeling completely drained and them having even more energy than usual was a bad combination.

The day did not get any better until R came home from work and I was able to get me and Kory dressed and out of the house for a walk. Kory protested but I made him anyway. We both needed to get out and we both needed the fresh air. I was quiet on our walk but Kory enjoyed himself as he always does whenever we go on an adventure and going for a walk always seems to clear my head too. When we got back from our walk, I came back feeling a bit better and I could tell by Kory’s mood that he was feeling better too. It was Kory’s bedtime then, both Kory and Kora went straight to sleep and I was finally able to sit down. And breathe.

We all have and will have trying days but it’s how we get through them that matters. Getting through a day like yesterday for some people might be to count down the hours until the day is over, for others it might be to try and make the day better. On those days when nothing feels like it’s going right, just know that you have the power to change your day around. I guess what I’m trying to say by writing this post is that tomorrow is always a new day but why wait for tomorrow when you can turn your day around today.

Yesterday WAS a trying day but it didn’t end as one and I’ve woke up today feeling much better about everything as well.

I hope you’re all okay. If you are having a ‘trying day’ what makes your day feel better? Please let me know by leaving me a comment.

Thanks for reading.

My perfect Friday night

It’s Fridayyy! Or should I say ‘Friyay!’ …Can I get an ORRRR YEEEAH!!

I think Friday is my family’s favourite day of the week. I know it’s mine anyway. It’s the last working and school day of the week for us which means no more rushed, p!ss wet through school runs to do for a few days for me and the kids and it’s the start of the weekend too. In our house it’s also the one day a week we treat ourselves to a takeaway. AKA ‘fat Friday.’ Which means this mum doesn’t have to make tea!

Kory is at school, Kora is napping on me and I’ve got that Friday feeling. It got me thinking what my idea of a perfect Friday night would be and how it might be different to how other people like to spend theirs. I’ve never been one for going out and drinking much – even before I became a parent and long before lockdown ever happened. It’s just never been my scene. I’m not a prude or anything, I like a glass of wine I just prefer to drink it in the comfort of my own home. Pre parent me’s idea of a perfect Friday night probably wouldn’t be much different to my idea of a perfect Friday night now, two kids later… I guess I’ve always been boring! Lol

I guess my idea of a perfect Friday night now would start with a lonnnng, hot bubble bath (ALONE! Without the kids barging in the bathroom and climbing in with me!) afterwards I’d get into some fresh, comfy pjs, maybe listen to some music while I put on a face mask and then order some of my favourite food to eat and while I wait for that to arrive, pour myself a glass of wine or a good cup of tea (depending whichever mood I’m in) and then kick back and watch something other than CBeebies on the tele.


I just realised I didn’t mention my family at all. LOL. Not that I don’t want them there, they’re there, they’re just leaving me alone. Hahah. Just kidding! If you read my blog, you’ll already know I love family time but I’m also a fan of ‘me time’ too and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. Its Friday today and tonight I will still get to do all of the above that I described as my ‘perfect Friday night’, it’s just I get to do it once we’ve all already had our takeaway (kids choice,) once I’ve tidied back up again and once I’ve put the kids to bed. In a dream world it would be nice to just get to do it without all of the other responsibilities I have to do first. If that makes sense?

Our Friday nights as they are already are pretty awesome though. We’ll let Kory choose which takeaway we’ll have, we’ll all play on the Nintendo Switch together while we wait for our food and then once we’ve had our food, it’s bath and bed for the kids. Then it’s mum time! Pop that bottle of wine open or stick the kettle on Kirst and put them feet up, you’ve made it through another week luv!

I always look forward to a Friday night.

What would be your idea of perfect Friday night? Please do let me know!

One year on

Yesterday marked one whole year since our lives were turned upside down and we began our first lockdown. When it was announced that everything would be locked down; schools, work, parks and non essential businesses and shops would have to close, I don’t think I quite believed it at first and I definitely didn’t think we would still be where we are now a year later.

The world and how we’ve lived our lives ever since the first lockdown began has felt different, strange and surreal to me. I forget what we’re living through sometimes and then suddenly I’ll remember and feel a bit overwhelmed by it all.

This past year has been filled with so many ups and downs. I do try to see the positive with everything in life but throughout the pandemic, sometimes i’ve found remaining positive a bit hard.

  • We’ve had to reassure our worrying children
  • We’ve had to go without seeing our family and friends
  • Many people have been furloughed or asked to work from home
  • People have suffered from job losses and faced financial difficulties
  • And sadly some of us have lost loved ones

Adapting to life in lockdown hasn’t always been easy for anyone BUT despite the challenges we have faced we came together as one and faced the pandemic with kindness and strength.

  • We united in our goal to save the NHS and were successful. Thank you, Sir Tom and all our other heroes. We will never forget you and we will always remember your efforts, you are inspirations!
  • We clapped for our incredible doctors, nurses, key workers and children to show how much we appreciate all their hard work, dedication and/or resilience throughout the pandemic
  • We had to homeschool our children but that meant we also got to spend more time together with our children. We painted, we drew pictures and we made lots of memories
  • Our amazing scientists worked hard to develop vaccines to help us fight the virus and we’re now seeing progress
  • I believe that better days are ahead

Even though having to stay at home all the time was sometimes stressful (compared to a nurse or a doctor who has had to work frontline tirelessly throughout all of this I sound quite pathetic don’t I but truthfully, I did struggle some days) but it was during this time that I also got to make even more memories with my children and for that I am grateful. I have taken so many pictures and videos since last year and I thoroughly enjoy looking back at all the things we have done together and being reminded of what we have all been through and how we have all come out of this at the other side. I have all these memories to show my children when they are older of a time we lived through that we will all one day look back at and be like ‘omg can you remember when that happened?!’ Although this past year hasn’t been the best of times, I hope my children remember a happy time. Not a scary, worrying or sad time.

I think what I have learned most throughout this past year is that together we have faced what might be one of the toughest years of our lives but proven that when we face challenges together we can get through anything.

I am grateful for the lessons that this past year has taught me and I am even more grateful that myself and my family all have each other and our health.

What is something that you’re grateful for one year on from the first lockdown? Please let me know by leaving me a comment.

As always, thank you for reading and take care.

Kirsti, xo

Less house, more home

I don’t know why but I felt compelled to write this blog post. As a mum, I do put a lot of pressure on myself to keep on top of everything. Some days I’m impressed by how much I actually accomplish – on these particular days me and the kids will have played lots, I’d have managed to make myself a hot drink (and drink it!) and the house will be gleaming (for about 5 minutes) and I’ll be feeling like a multitasking queen but there are also other days when the kids are screaming, the pots are piled high up in the sink and there’s washing to be done yet I just can’t seem to find a spare moment to get any of it done.

You see, this would have used to really annoy me, I used to hate the house being untidy but it just doesn’t bother me anymore. For me, I realised that there are more important things to do. Like spend time with family and do the things we actually enjoy doing. Now, I do like to organise and clean, I am naturally quite a tidy person and our house is by no means dirty but sometimes it is messy. Our house is by no means a palace. It isn’t big, it isn’t decorated in grey and white and kept immaculately clean at all times like these houses you see on social media but despite being small, it’s cosy. It isn’t decorated in grey and white but it is decorated to our taste, no matter how much cleaning and tidying I do, our house will never be immaculate but that doesn’t matter to me because our house is something much more important. It’s a home.

Please see pictured the shit we like to keep on top of the cupboards, random shite in front of bread bin and you can just about see kids toys stacked up over to your left hand side ready to be pulled back out all over the floor again.

Growing up, I’ve always been homely. I love being at home. My home is my safe place, my sanctuary and it’s where I love to be, surrounded by the people that I love the most. I can appreciate that these insta worthy houses that you see are appealing to the eye but none of that material stuff is really of any importance to me. All I’ve ever wanted for myself and my family is somewhere to call home and we’re lucky to have found that in the house we live in. I hope one day when my children are older they will look back on our home with fond memories and I hope they always come to think of this place as home, their home.

So, if you ever find yourself giving yourself a hard time over the house work that you haven’t quite had chance to do, or that bit of wallpapering that you know needs doing, don’t look at the beautifully furnished houses online and compare your home to theirs or wonder how they seem to be able to keep on top of everything while you are surrounded by never ending chores. You aren’t failing. You’re probably putting yourself or your family first instead of washing the dishes. Not that anyone should have to live in a filthy house or that I’m judging anybody that does have a beautifully decorated, perfectly spotless house, if that’s what makes them happy in life that’s absolutely what they should have but if you’re happy and your kids are happy then honestly what does it matter that you might need to mop the floors. If you ever feel like things are starting to get on top of you, just chuck on your coat, go for a walk, clear your head and then come back home. The house work will still be there when you get back but you’ll feel more up to doing it. The way I see it is that painting that picture or baking that cake together is so much more important than putting that pile of washing away, the house work can wait. When your children grow up, they won’t remember how clean your house was but they will remember all the fun things that you did together and a parent who always spent time with them. Our homes probably won’t be featured on any Mrs Hinch fan pages any time soon but that’s perfectly fine by me because I love my home, even the doggy nose prints on the window and that’s all that matters.

So, if you ever come to our house please be prepared for toys all over the floor, pet hair and paw prints. We are no means dirty or cluttered but we do have things on display, pots in the sink sometimes and clothes that need to be put away. But to us, it’s home.

Mother’s Day

Yesterday was Mother’s Day and I really wanted to pop on and wish you all a happy Mother’s Day but Kora was feeling a bit unwell and was extremely clingy which meant I was unable to.

Sorry about this.

I’m not even sure what was wrong with her, she just had a temperature and a bit of a runny nose but it seems that both of those have disappeared now and thankfully she’s feeling much better today (phew!) Don’t you just hate it when your children are unwell? For me, seeing them unwell always makes me feel so helpless. Kora’s 18 months old now and this is the first proper time she’s ever been poorly – trust it to land on Mother’s Day of all days! The one day I might actually get to put my feet up for once! Ha ha. But I suppose that’s just the way it goes. Because being a mum never stops does it, not even for a day. Nevertheless, I still had a really lovely Mother’s Day yesterday.

I remember writing about Kory’s first time being ill and I was thinking of doing the same for Kora. Is that something you would be interested in reading about? Although I feel helpless when my children aren’t themselves, I like writing about all our experiences and all their ‘firsts’ (even the not so great ones) because I like to look back and I want to remember everything.

I got totally off track there – back to the point of this blog post – Mother’s Day. So although I had a grumpy and clingy toddler to contend with yesterday, it was still a wonderful day. I was given some lovely gifts, Kory made me a beautiful drawing and card at school, I had breakfast in bed and I even had dinner made for me too. It’s just nice to feel appreciated. Being a mum isn’t easy, in fact it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. It’s not that my kids are little terrors or anything; it’s the pressure we put on ourselves to be the best we can be, it’s all the responsibility that comes with being a parent and in my personal case, the doubts of whether or not I am actually in fact enough. So for one day, however brief, it’s nice to have some of that load lifted off.

I hope you all had a wonderful day too whatever your plans may have been. Please let me know how you spent the day by leaving me a comment. I understand that Mother’s Day means different things to different people. Whatever Mother’s Day means to you, I was thinking of you all yesterday and wishing you all the love.

Happy Mother’s Day,

Kirsti, xo


I made a promise to you all in my last blog post that I would update you all on our school situation. If you’d like to know more, please read on.

So, the last time I spoke about school with you all, Kory hadn’t got a place at his first choice school and rather than send him to the school where he had been offered a place, we decided to appeal for a place for him at the school we originally wanted and homeschool him in the meantime. (I think I explained our reasons for him not wanting to go to the other school in my previous blog post.) That was our plan anyway but it wasn’t as straight forward as we had thought it would be. Basically, our appeal was unsuccessful, despite being second on the schools waiting list there had been no movement within the school and no place became available for Kory. As time went on, it got to January and he had been at home learning with me for 3 months and as bright and clever as he is and as much as I loved having him at home, I’m no teacher and I could tell Kory was really missing socialising with children his own age and we figured it would just be best for Kory if we got him into a school.

A new year, a new start for him.

So we got the ball moving. We asked the other school if we could have a look around. We had a look around the school, showed Kory around, met his teacher and the head teacher of the school and long story short, loved it. Maybe even more so than the original school we so badly thought we wanted him to go to. His new school is much smaller and I like that about it. After that, it was a case of buying him all his uniform, school shoes and school bag and then he started with a couple of taster days just to get him familiar with the teachers and to get him used to going. Monday was Kory’s first proper day at school and this week will be his first full week there. And just like that, my once 4lb 7oz baby boy has gone off to start his school journey and I now have a son in reception.


Do I feel bad for not just sending him there to begin with? At first, yes I did. Just sending him right at the start could have saved a lot of stress for us, especially for Kory who was particularly upset and anxious when he first started his new school because he’d been at home for so long but I can honestly say, I tried everything in my power to get Kory into the other school because that’s where he wanted to go and I know it didn’t pay off but I don’t have to wonder ‘what if?’ I can say that there wasn’t a route I didn’t explore in trying to get Kory a place there. I will always fight his corner. With COVID going on, he’s not the only child who would have missed a lot of school this past year anyway, I think they all have to be honest. And although our plans didn’t pay off, something better fell into place instead and what matters is that he’s there and settled now. In fact he’s more than settled, he’s thriving. He’s adjusted a lot faster than I thought he would, he’s earned rewards, made friends but most importantly, he’s happy.

I really truly believe that sometimes the universe knows what we need before we do.

So, yeah. Kory is now at school full time, here’s to hoping they actually stay open this time! I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling lost without him, from the day he was born he’s been by my side but seeing him start this new chapter in his life has been a great privilege and I am such a proud mum. I am so so proud of him I can’t put into words.

Thank you for reading this blog post, I hope you’re all well. How have your kids found returning to school now that they have reopened? Was they looking forward to it? Was you? Or were they/you feeling more worried or sad about it?

Please let me know.

Kirsti, xo

Kora turned 1!

Just over a week ago, Kora turned 1 years old. First of all, I would just like to apologise for this post being a little late – since homeschooling Kory it would seem I have even less time than I did before and second of all, how is Kora a whole year old already and where has that time gone at all?!

I say this all the time but I honestly feel like she was born just two minutes ago but then somehow I must have blinked and now here before me stands a toddler that is walking and talking. It is actually mind blowing.

Kory’s first year went by fast and it’s hard to believe he is now 4 years old but I have to say I think Kora’s first year has gone by even faster (how is that even possible?!) I think it may have something to do with having two children to run around after rather than just the one and also – lockdown. (We have Covid to thank for that.) Nevertheless, my baby girl who is no longer a baby but who will always be my baby is now a toddler and I am super excited to share with you all some details and photos from her 1st birthday.

Whilst planning Kora’s birthday, I had lots of things to consider in terms of what we could and actually were allowed to plan. I knew I didn’t want something big and over the top for her anyway but still under the current circumstances (again – Covid) we were limited as to what we could do so we opted for something smaller yet still special. We actually did something similar for Kory’s first birthday too.

Kora’s birthday landed on a Sunday this year so on the day of her birthday, we had a small tea party for her at our house. On the morning of her birthday after she had finished opening all her birthday presents with the help from her big brother of course! It was time to get everything ready for the tea party. With the help from my mum and nan I decorated the house and garden and just put on a little buffet for the close family and friends we had invited to celebrate her birthday with us and somehow even managed to have everything ready in time!

For the buffet, There was various sandwiches, pasta, salad, sausage rolls, cocktail sausages, crisps, cakes and sweets.

We decided the theme to the tea party was going to be ‘Unicorns’ which seemed perfect really as Kora’s bedroom is decorated with unicorns also and she seems to love them! Of course, there was the all important birthday cake to match!

The tea party turned out perfectly and was everything we could have imagined for our little girl’s very 1st birthday. It really was a unicorn tea party fit for a princess. Kora really enjoyed her special day.

Thank you for taking the time to read all about Kora turning 1! I hope you liked this blog post.