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FATHER CHRISTMAS DAY

December is a very special time for my family. It’s the most magical time. And as I am polish my Christmas look a little bit different then British Christmas. I won’t tell you now about Christmas Eve , and Day, because it’s a story for a next time. I want to tell you about Father Christmas Day.

As everyone who celebrate Christmas ,  at the beginning of December I buy Advent calendars for my whole family including me and Mr P. And the first date on this calendar that we can’t wait for is 6th of December. All children go to sleep early on 5th of December ,  because Santa won’t come if they’re not asleep. And in the morning when they wake up ,  they find gifts under the pillows. Nothing big, little toys, and mainly sweets.

This shows children that he is there, he is watching, and he knows who’s good or not. That raise my question. Do you tell your children that Father Christmas is watching them? Or that he won’t give them presents if they’re naughty? I do, but this year my 4 year old was really scared, and didn’t want to be alone in his room after I told him that he’s being watched. It’s this thing, we tell children to keep away from strangers , and then at Christmas we say that old man with beard is watching them all the time and it’s ok! Never thought of this until this year.

Anyway my 4 years old Ben is a bit of  handful child. Recently he really wasn’t a very good boy, so along with the gifts under his pillow I left the letter from Father Christmas, saying that if he want to get this gift he is talking about a lot for Christmas , he needs to try a little bit harder. But Ben instead of thinking ‘Oh no! I need to be good from now on!’ just said ‘Mum he promised me I’ll get it!’ It didn’t really work as I planned…

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COLLECTING MEMORIES 

Are you a memories collector? I most of them just in my head, or on the photos, but sometimes I leave myself other “souvenirs”. This is mostly when it comes to my children. I have a little box for each of them, where I put the memories of the first few weeks of their lives. What’s inside? Hospital bracelets,  first dummies, Ben has got a little hospital hat, and umbilical cords ( just the piece that fell of baby belly). My Paul can’t understand how can I store something like umbilical cord, but this is polish tradition. I’m pretty sure my mum still has got my cord, if it didn’t fell apart after so many years. 

Last Sunday we visited Paul’s mum. She gave us another memory. Paul’s christening clothes! She kept them for over 30 years, and they look like new. I don’t care if it’s old fashioned christening dress, Eva is going to wear it for her first big day, that way we’re going to have a very special memory.

MAMA IS BORED

I’m sure I’ve said that loads of times, but I have enough. I reached the point in my pregnancy,  when I just want my daughter to be born. I don’t go out to much, because I’m struggling to walk, and I’m fed up with people touching my belly, saying – you look like you’re gonna pop! – or – can’t believe you’re still walking! – so I sit at home bored, while Paul is at work, and boys are at school.

Recently one of my friends gave birth, unfortunately a month to early, to her gorgeous little boy Dariush. So I thought, as I like to handcraft things, I’ll make something for him.

In Poland we have this old wives tale, that every new born needs to have a red ribbon put on a pushchair,  to deflect bad looks of jealous people. So I’ve made one for little baby Dariush.

Another thing I’ve made is a dummy clip. 

I also try myself in crochet, but don’t thing I’m patient enough. I’ll keep on trying tho, and let you know how am I doing. 

Now I have to pick up my Ben from school.

MY MAD WEEKEND

Sometimes it is as it is. Whatever you will do, the madness will catch you. So many things happen last weekend, that I just have to tell you.
Friday. As you know I’m pregnant. And finally on Friday the day has come, to find out if it’s a boy or a girl. I couldn’t be more excited and stressed. So was Paul. We went to the hospital, and while having the scan I asked the doctor to tell us. The only problem was, that the baby put legs up, and we couldn’t see anything. The weirdest thing I’ve made on the scan – lift my bum up, and wiggle the belly to make the baby move. Still nothing. What a disappointment when the doctor said – sorry, we run out of time. – even worse, because it was my last scan in this pregnancy. We couldn’t NOT know! Everybody were waiting for the news! So straight from the hospital we went to make an appointment for a privet scan. And here is where I’ll do some advertising. If you live in Donny or around,  you need emergency or early scan, go to Baby it’s you. Very nice people, calm atmosphere,  and they did it for me straight away. Wasn’t easy,  baby still didn’t want to show it’s sex. We even have z photo when the baby has a hand close to it’s face. It’s probably sucking the tomb, but we say it says  – nanana I won’t tell you! – The midwife went over and above to see, finally she said the sentence, that made my heart beat faster – I think it’s a girl… –
A girl, my little princess… I have two boys, I love them to bits, and now I finally will have my little Disney Princess… We still had to make sure. I had to turn on one side, then on other side, when we saw it three times more, and the result was the same, the midwife confirmed again, that it’s a girl. I couldn’t be happier,  my mum cred and screamed from happiness,  everybody are extremely excited for my little girl. 🙂

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Then I’ve had to go back down to reality,  as I’ve had a cake order, and sugarpaste flowers to make. And to top it off, prepare my sons Holy Communion party on Sunday. I worked hard,  and I’ve done it all.

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Baby shower cake, I've made last Saturday.

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And a little bit of advertising again – Aaron Desourdy Photography – a good friend of my partner, very talented photographer,  he made my son’s Holy Communion photos.

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At the end of the weekend I was more tired then after a week of work, but still it was worth it. 🙂

PATCHWORK EASTER 2016

I hadn’t been here for a long time… I’m sorry about that, but I had a rough time during second month of my pregnancy, because a little person in my belly decided it doesn’t like any food that I’m eating. Fortunately it finished now, and I hadn’t been sick at all this week. And I can share with you the story of my Polish – English Easter…

Easter in Poland is very important. As a kid I heard every year, that Easter is more important than Christmas (hard to understand for a child who loves Santa). The ritual of Easter starts on Good Friday, when all children in the family sit down at the table and colour the eggs. You can go easy way, buy egg paints, dissolve them in the water and put hot boiled eggs in, so it will have one colour, usually red, blue, green, yellow and orange. But reall fun starts when children can take paints and colour them as they want. 

And then Holy Saturday comes. On holy Saturday polish people go to church to bless thei food. We don’t just take whatever food from the fridge and go to the church with it, no. We take a small basket, decorate it nicely, and put in a piece of bread,sausage, ham, boiled egg, and decorated egg (in polish – pisanka), cheese, salt and pepper, chocolate bunny, and a lamb made of sugar. This all has to be covered with a nice serviette. So we take it to the church and we thank for the food we have, the priest sprinkle everything with holy water, and the food is blessed. This basket will then start of our Easter breakfast on Sunday.

  

Sunday! Easter Sunday is a big deal. We get up in the morning, nobody is allowed to eat anything until all Easter food is on the table. There has to be loads of eggs: painted eggs, hardboiled eggs, eggs in mayonnaise… also it’s necessary to have cooked white sausage. In some houses people have a special soup with white sausages and eggs, but I never liked it so I don’t prepare it. Bigos – sauerkraut, mushrooms, sausage, and at least two types of meat cooked together. That’s what has to be on my table on Easter. There’s a lot more, and you have it all for breakfast! In my house though, because my partner is English, and him and our boys are very fussy about food, I put on bread rolls, chicken slices, cheese and whatever they need to eat something.
The day looks like that:
– children wake up – there’s an treasure hunt. When I was a kid, living in Poland, l didn’t have an egg hunt, my parents were just giving me gifts for rabbit, and that were mostly toys. So I mixed it up for my kids, and they have treasure hunt. They look for chocolate eggs, and other sweets, and the last one is always a toy.
– Easter basket – everything has to be cut in to small pieces, each family members pick up one piece of blessed food, and we say what we wish for the family
– Easter breakfast – everybody sit down at the table and eat as much as we can
– after – we just lye down and have a rest, because we’re so full we can’t move.

Easter is finished by Wet Monday. Every child love that day. We take bottles or buckets, or water guns, fill them with water. We go out and water everybody who we can see. Everybody is wet through, but there’s a lot of fun and laughter…

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FAT THURSDAY!!!

The best thing in living in a mixed Polish and English family are traditions. We put them all together, so we both don’t miss out on anything. One of them is Fat Thursday in Poland and Pancake day in UK. I’ve never heard about pancake day before I came to UK, but I always celebrate Fat Thursday. On this day in Poland everybody eat a Polish type of doughnuts, called pączek. It’ made with the same pastry as English doughnuts,  but instead of having a whole in the middle it’s filled with a delicious jam or custard. The tradition says that if you don’t eat at least one doughnut on Fat Thursday, you will have a bad luck for the rest of the year. So every bakery stops doing what they usually do, and have tones of pączek on sale on this day. And people are queuing for hours to get what they want. Doesn’t matter if you’re

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on diet. Every girl eats them and pray, that it will go in her boobies, not in the belly. 😉