Sunny daze

There have been moments over the last few months where I've wanted to write on here, but life got in the way! 

So the terrors are on summer holidays from school. And yes. Saying Summer holidays over here, is confusing to most people. It's summer vacation, or summer break. We have had a few instances over the last few months, that I have noticed our language has changed to the "Americanish"my son once called it. Every now and again I make a point of it to them, but otherwise I let it slide. Because after all, they have to make sure people understand them at school! 

There will be little reminders of England that we will talk about, for instance. Malteasers are new over here, whereas that's has always been their favourite chocolate! They still refuse to have hershey's  and won't go near Mac n Cheese. But most importantly no one, likes peanut butter!!!! 

But what is noticeable, is that my middle son is starting to forget certain things about what we used to do in the UK. It saddens me, because there is such an attachment to the UK and when I have to remind him, it seems so alien to him. But I guess thats what happens when you move to another country at 5 years old! 

We have just had the next step of our green card application through, where we have to get fingerprints taken and have a little interview! It's scary but not as worrying as what we went through to get here. Considering we have bought a house, made a life and settled in though. It makes me feel nervous that it could all be for nothing. But i'm a worrier. I seem to get nervous about a lot more than I ever used to! 

Recently my husband surprised me with a trip to New Orleans, the most amazing break away from life. The best time, where we could relax and be humans, not just parents. But I was worried, all the what ifs, the slight overreactions of something small. I have always considered myself a open person that wants to go see everything and experience it all. But I think I've been in a bubble of routine for so long that i've forgotten what it's like to step out of my comfort zone! 

Talking of comfort zones, I recently competed in my first crossfit competition! I mean seriously, who does that for FUN?! But in a weird way, it was.  I liked the challenge I set for myself. It was something that I signed up for because I NEEDED to get out of my bubble. I'm so self critical and doubtful of myself that I needed to push myself. 

There were a few things that worried me, going on first was a horrible thought, but then when I walked into the "box" I was intimidated! Being in the front and surrounded by crazy fit people, petrified me! But once I was doing the work, I was ok. I was too out of breath to care what I looked like. Until I stepped out and saw a photo of me where all I saw was rolls of fat and then my brain started going into overload. The point is, theres always something I'm going to be worried about, or being self critical about. But i'm proud to have done it, and i'm stronger mentally because of it! 

We have entered the potty training/transition to big bed, for my husband.. i mean youngest child1 :D Fairly uneventful apart from being peed on mid tantrum and him peeing all over the shopping trolley whilst in the middle of the shop! Nothing worthy of attention! But a humorous part of life! I feel like, we finally know what we are doing. 3 kids in and we've become the super cool, chill, parents that we wanted to be with the first child. There is no way in a million years you could persuade me to have another baby. That phase is over, life can begin again. But it's a lot of fun with all the boys. i'm surrounded and thats ok. I was never really the girlie girl. Apart from the crying. I do that a lot. Still. Full floods of tears, incomprehensible talk. The whole thing. 

Anyhoo, thats all for now folks! 

xx