I’ve been incredibly lucky over the years to have a lot of lovely presents for Christmas and my birthdays. But thinking of childhood presents one that really stands out is a twin pushchair. I had a thing for tandem pushchairs, or “one in the back and one in the fronts” as I called them…tandem is slightly less of a mouthful than my name! I used to spot them whenever we went out and about, pointing g and shouting to my mum that id seen one.
I think it was for Christmas that I got mine. It was mostly a turquoise green; with I think pink and purple patterns. Very 90’s. I was utterly in love!
And now that Baby Herniman 2 is on his way, I’ve really enjoyed shopping around for an actual grown up version of a “one in the back and one in the front”, though we’ve not settled on one yet, it’s almost like a childhood dream come true! It’s very funny and slightly bizarre all at the same time. This actually, describes being a parent pretty well!
Mrs H xxx
I’ve almost always wanted to work in childcare. At first it was a baby sitter because I didn’t know there was any other option. Then as I got a bit older the dream turned into a nursery nurse. But my original dream career, aged about 4, had nothing to do with childcare at all. Nor is it something that I’ve, or anyone for that matter, been successful at since. Because aged 4, I dreamt of becoming…a Ballerining Pig Farmer! Well, didn’t you all!?
It was suggested that I’d have to pick between pig farming and becoming a ballet dancer, what with both jobs being pretty full on. I’d have to get up early to feed the pigs, and ballet dancers needed to practise a lot. But I had it all figured out. I’d practice my pirouettes whilst scattering the pig feed. Obviously!!
So it’s not exactly a dream that I’ve had come true. Apart from my distinct loathing of being that productive early in the morning, I also have absolutely zero dance skills…and a big lack of balance…or general fitness! Ah well. It was a nice dream once!
Mrs H xxx
This is definitely one of the more difficult prompts for this challenge. There are possibly a few things that I’ve not shared with the world, personal and blogging (nothing scary – I’m not a secret mass murderer or anything!) but I feel this is more of a light hearted and happy challenge, and my ‘secrets’ are a bit more serious. Maybe one day there’ll be a time to share, but now isn’t it.
So I’ve been wracking my brain to think of what I can share that could be considered a secret. But being a bit of a social media whore and over sharer there’s not a lot that no one knows. There has been a nice little influx of new readers during this lovely challenge, so I thought I’d share a few odd facts about me….I hope I don’t scare any new readers off!
1. I don’t drink tea. Or coffee. I know for a Brit this is practically sacrilege, but I can’t stand the stuff. The smell of tea makes me heave. I do like the smell of coffee, but I just find the taste too strong. I really feel that I need to learn to embrace the double espresso once Baby Herniman 2 arrives! I’ve barely scraped through one baby ha-ha!!
2. I’m a terrible telly addict. I honestly find it really strange that people can go an entire day without watching any! It’s probably a terrible habit, and slowly turning my eyes square (if that old wives tale was true they’d have changed years ago!) but I enjoy it, and me and Mr H love sitting down and watching stuff together.
3. My ‘old’ hobby was amateur dramatics. I love musicals, singing and dancing. I’m an ok singer, in the sense I can hold a tune to join in with others, but my dancing is pretty terrible. I can’t really co ordinate my top half and bottom half to do what they’re supposed to at the same time. But I still really enjoy them. And I am an AMAZING singer in the car and shower! I haven’t been back to do any shows since I had G. I can’t organise myself enough to make it to weekly rehearsals for now, and I think that it’s only going to get worse with 2! One day I’m sure I’ll go back to it, as I really did enjoy them. But for now, my one woman (much too loud) musicals performed in the car or shower will keep me going :)
Mrs H xxx
This is one of the easiest topics for me! I can’t be the only one who makes plans for the lotto win we’ll have one day…despite the fact that we very rarely play…we’ll scoot over that bit.
Apart from the obvious holidays, cars, plastic surgery plans, themes only one big purchase that is really top of the list. A house!
We love our ‘home’ but it’s a rental house, and there’s always that small niggling fear at the back of my mind that they could give us notice to leave and we’d have to start all over again.
I don’t think we’d go for a ridiculously over sized mansion, as much as the dream would be nice, but a decent sized house with a few bedrooms, maybe an office, but most importantly a great big kitchen. A decent sized family kitchen with a huge double oven is my dream. Currently if I keep my elbows by my side I can still touch both counter tops, and I’ve never liked anything less than the glass hob top. The worst thing is it’s very hard to be able to do any cooking or baking with G, there’s just no room for him to stand or sit and join in. Sometimes we take bowls in to the living room to mix etc but the mess is ridiculous and inevitably ends up dragged right through downstairs…and upstairs!
There’d also be one other thing to go with the new house….a cleaner! I’m not a tidy person, no matter how much I try or dream of being that domestic goddess, and getting a bigger house would only get harder, so a cleaner would be lovely too.
Of course there’d be new cars wanted, lovely sunny holidays, new clothes and even laser eye surgery wanted too, but a family home of our own? Nothing could compare to that.
What would be first on your lotto win list?
Mrs H xxx
I’ve resorted to the good ‘Ol book of fave for this one!
Most of my really old, childhood photos are all over my parents flat, and I’ve just not had the time to go over a have a nose through. And by time I mean at least 18 hours! I’m a sucker for looking through old photos.
I love the memories they stir up, and the nostalgia for old times, giggles at clothes and hairstyles, and remembering old friends, family you’ve not seen for a while and those who are no longer with us.
The photo I’ve chosen is the first ever photo of Mr H and myself, at a party at my (then) house when we first got together. It’s been just over 11 years now!
We look so young!! It’s not the best quality because it was taken on a camera phone (I think it might have been a Motorola razr – remember those?!) and has been nabbed straight from Facebook, but I still love and treasure it.
Mrs H xxx