About us

We are a hard working, family of eight. Swimming in the sea when we aren't busy on our small holding. Daddy dragon has to work away a lot, so this blog is to let him keep up with our adventures at home.

Sunday, 2 August 2015

A beautiful morning


We awoke to the most glorious summer's day.


Hence, we went out in search of sand.


This angry bird obsessed boy,


spent a great deal of time burying the above angry bird.

Thankfully, we manage to uncover it each time.


So much energy, his feet hardly touch the ground.


The water was warm today.


The girls were in and out, dodging jellies.


They have gotten pretty good about keeping an eye out for them.


This hatchling built sand mound after sand mound.


Look, there's home!


He buried my feet,


and zoomed about the beach.


Dare I try to remove those welly boots, now filled with water?


When all were tired, we returned home,


for ice cream to recharge the batteries 


before playing out front. 

Happy Sunday!

Friday, 17 July 2015

Take a breath, it is okay for them to say, "No."





It has been a while since I wrote a good rant.

Long overdue, really.

My particular bug bear for today is the difficulty adults seem to have with children saying, "No".

Granted, when my son, deeply engrossed in his trains, does not want to leave the house and his older sister has a swimming lesson to attend; or one child refuses to allow another child a turn with their toy, it makes my life more difficult.

And as a society, we have become masters of convenience.

We buy pre-grated cheese, pre-made anything really.

Most of all, we all loath to feel out of control.

When a child says, "No," it is all too easy for it to become a dominance display.

When you tower over someone by three feet, you are not proving anything by squashing them.

We seem to have forgotten that home is where children grow into the adults they will become, and being able to say "No," is an incredibly important skill. One that requires practice in a safe space.

As adults, if we can not say "No," we become a sponge for the feelings of everyone around us. We stop representing ourselves, stop choosing our own path; instead, we let our lives be dictated by the needs of others, while we let our own overwhelmed and troubled hearts wither.

By crushing a child's ability to say "No," we are teaching them that they are not the narrators of their life story and that the wants and needs of others is of greater importance than their own. We steal their voice and teach them to be used by the world, not to be useful.

How many adults lives are complicated, if not damaged, by their inability to say "No," to sales pitches; hence, they bury themselves in debt? How many adults struggle to say "No," to bosses, spouses, and friends, to the point their lives become one of misery and anxiety.

Families are meant to be the safe place where our children learn to practice the life skills that keep them safe. Allowing our children to say "No," is quite possibly one of the easiest ways to empower them against future suffering.

When your child says "No," you have not failed as a parent. How you react to your child saying "No, will determine far more than anything your child says or does.


Wednesday, 15 July 2015

Pirates!

The girls came running in at 9pm saying, "Mama, Mama, we've got pirates!"


"If we bring them chocolates do you think they'll stay?"


Unfortunately, they had sailed away by morning, but we are thankful to have had such a beautiful sight.


A sunny evening




Tuesday, 14 July 2015

Does this wool make me look fat?


Does my butt look big in this fleece?


Well?


Little neck roll... ah, scarf?


Sooo soft and wooly!


5 weeks makes a big difference.


Snuggably wooly!


Bashful,


lamb in boots


Isn't he a pretty boy?


Poulito, our gold laced cockerel.


He sure thinks he is.


And Giblet, our buff sussex.


The Orpingtons and the Lavenders have finally graduated to the big bird pen.



The littles still have a ways to grow, though.

It is crazy that July is half way through but the animals are a happy reminder of all the growth that has happened regardless of the weather. 

Happy Tuesday




















Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Finally, Summer arrived.


This is my favourite summer view.

Farmers love the sight of full fields and empty byres. I love letting the hatchlings loose on the beach.


Mr. I won't drop my ice cream, saved his cone from a wave.


This fast growing up hatchling.


This boy, he is as full of mischief as he is cute, and he has this huge heart of gold.


It is wonderful to watch how much he adores this little hatchling.


This hatchling took a swing break from munching daisies.


Seriously, she could clear a field of them.


Our nearest park is built on a substantial incline,


which is great 


for rolling down.


But quite the effort for little legs.

It has been such a long wet winter, with an absent spring, and as such we are very thankful to see the islands warmed by the sun again.





Wednesday, 3 June 2015

A good morning's work

Our piglets are spoiled. 

Surrounded by a high walls, their garden is almost wind proof. A rare abundance of bushes and trees, provide shade and shelter.


Nonetheless, the hatchlings and I been brewing a new project. 

Years ago, I called around, when we first discussed pigs, to buy a pig ark.

Quotes of £380 - 570, were banded about. We quickly realised that after shipping, we would be spending a good £1000 to house our pigs.

That is not realistic for us.


I dithered and fussed and eventually settled on a wood framed ark. We are not farrowing or over wintering.

So the hatchlings and I squeezed as much wood as we could into our little car.


And we built this,

for £37, including screws.

Whether the pigs use it or not, we had a great time building, and we didn't break our budget.

Now, I can't wait to paint it.... I'm thinking polka dots!