Couldn't They See Me?

We went to Jo Jingles this afternoon. It was the first time in 2 weeks as we had half term and the week before I didn't make it in time and rather than turning up late I missed it altogether.
I wasn't completely enthusiastic about going today. I'm tired, have a migraine and just generally feel a bit down. But when I mentioned Jo Jingles to Harry his face lit up and I knew I had to go for him.
It would be fine when we got there, I was sure.
We walked in, was greeted by the happy receptionist and walked towards the main room. I'm usually one of the first there but today there was already seven mums with their children, as well as the lady that runs the group.
I walked in, looked around and smiled, ready to say hello.
No one acknowledged me.
Fair enough.
I turned towards the lady that runs the group, who clearly knew I had just walked in; she was stood right next to the door.
I felt a lump in my throat immediately. I felt panicked and uneasy.
Why on earth is everyone ignoring me?
Instead of sitting myself on one of the red spots near the door, away from everyone else, I walked across the room to the corner, in between two other mums. There were two unoccupied red spots so I assumed I was welcome to take position there.
I wasn't asked to move but I almost felt that I was in the way, and that they didn't want me sat there.
I still looked around waiting for some kind of acknowledgement.
I'm fine that the other mums didn't. They don't really need to.
But the lady that runs the group...surely she should make us feel welcome?!

As other mums turned up I noticed that they were acknowledged, but other mums in the group and by the lady running it.
Now hold on!
Was I invisible? No!
Had I done something in the last session to offend? No!
So what on earth was going on?!

I sat there and just felt uncomfortable. I was aware of the fact that I had almost curled into a ball.
My shoulders were by my ears.
More than ever I didn't want to be here.
I didn't feel welcome at all.

I had already taken Harry's boots off which meant I couldn't just scoop him up and walk out. Pretending to go to the toilet but really walking out of the door and then running out of the main one and to my car.
How I held back tears I do not know.

The babies/toddlers were then encouraged to put the pompoms back in the bag, Harry ran around grabbing all of them and put them all away. I said "awwww he doesn't do this at home" and laughed.
The lady running it just blanked me.
I felt like an idiot.

As the group continued I felt more isolated. The mums all talked to each other and despite my trying I was just blanked, other than the one mum next to me who talked a little but was mainly acknowledging Harry who kept interacting with her.

I looked around and couldn't work out why on earth any of the mums felt it necessary to blank me. We are all around the same age, we all have children in common and are all there to have fun and feel silly at times.

When it came time to go I was relieved.
I was the first across the room and out of the door.
In fact as I was leaving the car park the other mums only just started leaving the children’s centre.

When I went with Charles last year the lady running it was polite. Always acknowledged you as you arrived, played with the children and said thank you and bye as you left.
Today, I experienced none of that.

It takes a lot for me to even attend this group so for this to happen just confirms my thoughts.
No one wants to be friends with me. No one likes me.
I look disgusting.

I'll be going back next week but just because Harry enjoys it so much although I am dreading it.
I'll make sure I'm the first there so I can get a spot on the end, near the door.
Maybe next week I'll be noticed, if not I'll just run.


An Hour On The Seafront

I really wanted to do lots of things whilst Charles was on half term. We spend so much time in the week clock watching and then rushing to preschool, clock watching, and then rushing to preschool that it was nice to be able to do whatever we wanted.
Friday started with a trip to the zoo, Saturday we went out with my mum, Sunday we went on a family day out and on Monday we went for a short trip to the beach.
Harry went in his pushchair and Charles chose his bike as his mode of transport.
We went to the South beach, parked up and Charles was free to ride up and down the promenade.
We stopped for donuts rolled in chocolate sugar (mmmm) Then sat on a bench outside my wedding venue and looked out to sea as we ate the donuts. It was just lovely.
We then headed back to the car and went home. Harry fell asleep in the car so Charles helped me with dinner.
It was a wonderful day and ended with lots of smiles and happy faces.



{Alphabet Adventure} From Africa to Zoo

I was recently inspired by Capture by Lucy and a fantastic idea she had whilst out for a walk with her family. Rather than a walk in the countryside they took part in an Alphabet Adventure.
I loved this idea and with us due to go to the zoo I thought it would be great to make the trip a little more exciting by doing an Alphabet Adventure too.
Obviously in places we had to use our imaginations [Q and X] but we had lots of fun. Charles helped me find the letters on signs and already knew that C was for..... and G was for....and he also helped to take the photos.

A: Africa Alive, Antelope, Aardvark
B: Barbary Sheep, Bats, Bridge
C: Cheetah, Cat, Chimpanzee
D: Drums, Deer, Duck
E: Enclosure, Encounters
F: Feathers, Fox, Flamingo
G: Goat, Gineaufowl, Gate
H: Horn
I: Island
J: Jumping
K: Kingdom [of the Lions}
L: Lions
M: Map, Meerkats, Monkeys
N: New
O: Otters, Ostrich, Owl
P: Picnic, Parrot, Park
Q: Quiet
R: Rhino
S: Snake, Stork, Stamp
T: Train, Tail, Turtle
U: Umbrellas
V: Vulture
W: Water, Welcome, White Stork, White Rhino, Woodland Walk
X: eXcited, eXhausted
Y: Yellow
Z: Zebra, Zoo

We really enjoyed our Alphabet Adventure and I think this will be something we will do again on other days out. 

Vapiano, London {Review}

Following my review of another restaurant recently we were invited to review Italian restaurant, Vapiano, in London during half term week. My husband was able to take a day off work and although we decided we wouldn't stay overnight we thought it would be fun to go to London just for lunch.

We went armed with only a set of reins and the baby carrier, no pushchair, and looking on a map beforehand it looked like we may have had quite a bit of walking to do.
We arrived at London Liverpool Street and jumped straight on the tube to Oxford Circus, the nearest tube to the restaurant. We came out onto the street and my husband said "where to next?" I hadn't got a clue as I forgot to check the map, but I didn't need to after all. Looking over the road we saw "Great Portland Street", now our only issue was how far down it we had to walk...which turned out to be not very far at all. And within no time we were stood outside Vapiano reading the menu on the window.

Before we went I had looked online at reviews on TripAdvisor, just to see the general feedback really.
On the whole the reviews were positive with the odd moan so I was able to take these on board and go with an open mind.
When I read that it was a 'buffet style restaurant' I must admit that it didn't fill me with much confidence. I thought it would be almost like a scrum to get food, and although I had read that you're own chef will make your pizza or pasta, I thought this would mean only two chefs actually working and a lot of queueing and a lot of having to walk around people to get to where you want to go. Like a carvery I guess.

I couldn't have been more wrong.
Walking in I was instantly struck by a really calm, relaxing atmosphere. The restaurant only had around 8 customers in at this point as it was on 11:45 so the lunch time rush hadn't yet hit.
We were greeted by a host at the hosting station who handed us a card which would be used whenever we ordered food or drinks. I'll explain more about that later.
We were also asked if we had been before, at this point I was handed over to Dagmara, the manageress, who would be looking after us and showing me how the concept works.
The staff were all friendly, and well presented.
On first impressions I was really impressed and hoped it would remain this great.

There is a variety of seating. High tables with stools and sofa type seats, lower tables at the front and around the sides there are 'normal' sofa style seats with stools. I didn't get any photos of these but you can see them on the Vapiano website.
Charles wanted to sit on the higher sofas which I thought would be a problem because we needed a high chair for Harry. I was happy when Dagmara said it wasn't a problem and informed me that they had high chairs in two heights to accommodate the different seating options. The only downside to these highchairs is that they don't have straps to keep your child contained so we were constantly having to make Harry sit down.
Seats are in the centre of the room with additional seats to the front and to the right hand side. Food stations are to the back and the left. There is a bar at the front ride hand side, next to the hosting station.
Whilst the boys sat and coloured in the sheets of paper they had been given I was shown around.

In addition to the downstairs seating and bar there is also an upstairs. Lots of seats and tables, as well as really plush sofas which would be great for relaxing with friends in the evening. There is also a bar upstairs for soft drinks, hot drinks and alcohol, as well as desserts.
The really special touch upstairs is the Basil and Rosemary garden. Pots of basil and rosemary are placed on every table, not only to look and smell nice, but for you to help yourself too if you want extra on your meals. This really impressed me, Charles loved the garden and commented on how 'oooo beautiful' the fragrance was in there.
Toilets are also upstairs, with baby change situated in the disabled toilets downstairs. The female toilets are big enough though if you needed to change a baby in there (with your own change mat of course).
I'm very fussy when it comes to toilets in restaurants. I think if the toilets are clean then you can almost guarantee that everywhere else will be just the same. These toilets were amazing. Beautifully decorated and SPOTLESS. We went a couple of times in the two hours that we were there and each time it was as if someone had been in a second before you and had cleaned. Charles was particularly taken by the spotlights in the cubicles and felt it required a dance (see photos below)

There are dedicated stations for each meal choice.
Salad [Antipasti and Insalate]
Desserts are at the bar which serves soft drinks, hot drinks and alcohol. You can also purchase soft drinks at each of the food stations.
The beauty of Vapiano and the food stations is that you see your food made, from scratch. Pizza bases are made in front of you. Your toppings go on, in front of you, and it is placed in the oven in front of you.
Due to the pizzas taking a while to cook (I can't recall how long I was told but it was possibly between 4-7 minutes) you are given a pager so you can return to your seat to wait. Once your pizza is ready your pager will beep and you go back up to collect it. I love this idea and it certainly saves shouts of "21!" from the chefs! This is also handy if you are seated upstairs for example as you wouldn't hear a chef shout but also if you wanted to move on to the pasta station or salad station and order there whilst you wait.
You can only order the food mae at each station. For example, you couldn't go up and order Spaghetti Bolognese and a pizza at the Pasta station. You would have to go to the pizza station first and then to the pasta station, or vice versa.

As I mentioned, the pizza is made from scratch, but so is everything. Pasta sauce, salad dressings, vegetables are prepared in a downstairs kitchen, desserts are all made by the same person so that they are all identical.
Even the pasta is made on site! This is made in a booth which is positioned inside the restaurant. Charles was fascinated by this and may have had a tantrum when I tried to get him away from there to sit and eat his food, although I don't blame him, it was really interesting to watch.
The bonus of the food being cooked right in front of you, other than it being so fresh, is that you have total control over the ingredients. More garlic? More chilli? Less garlic? Less chilli? Just let them know!

A pasta dish can take as little as 90 seconds to cook, or longer for something with more ingredients [especially using meat such as Carbonara or Bolognese].
There is a selection of pasta available. Penne, Spaghetti etc.
Each chef has two woks in front of them, they can cook two meals at the same time...impressive hey?!
I actually found it fascinating watching them cook each meal (ours and those in the queue in front of us)

Specials are available in Salads, Pasta and Pizza. These are changed every two months.
Desserts are changed every quarter and tend to match the season. They make a fantastic rice pudding which is topped with fruit (although this is also available without the topping too), the fruit topping will reflect the season. Currently it is apple and cinnamon but throughout the year it could also be, for example, cherry or rhubarb and strawberry.

Rather than a written bill and having to keep giving your table number every customer is given a plastic card. Each time you go to any station, or to the bar, your card is swiped on the till. At the end of your meal you simply visit the hosting station, which you walk past as you leave, hand over your card and your bill is then available. It's a really useful and easy system.

We went in at 11:46. I'd say that from 12:30 onwards it started to get busy. at 1:45 it calmed down but between those two times it was a real lunch time rush. Still people were getting their food quickly enough, although may have had to wait for 20 minutes but due to the quality of the food, it's completely worth waiting.
So my tip here would be to plan your visit. Get there at 12 or at 1:45/2.
Find a table before you go to order food. I saw this as a negative on some TripAdvisor reviews but in all honesty, I think it's just common sense to find a table before you order anyway.

Takeaway is available and the tubs are a generous size.

There are so many positive things to say about this restaurant that I fear this review could literally go on forever!

We ate Piatto Antipasto, which is my absolute favourite thing at the moment so there was a lot of pressure for them to get it right.
Well....amazing! I was rather disappointed that we decided to share the plate as I could have easily have eaten this all to myself.
This was then followed by Bolognese, which we all loved. You could taste how fresh each and every ingredient was. I find that sometimes a Bolognese can leave you feeling uncomfortably full and bloated. The Bolognese at Vapiano was light, full of flavour and although you feel full after eating it you are not uncomfortable and can definitely fit in a very tasty dessert.
My husband then had Death by Chocolate. He said it was very rich but very delicious.
I had Crema Di Fragola. It was amazing, although Charles stole some of my strawberries.
The boys both ate a plain rice pudding. These are served in very cute jars.

The prices for every dish are extremely reasonable (if not slightly surprising) due to the quality of the food and the service you recieve.

We would highly recommend Vapiano and would love to return if/when we visit London again in the future.

Travel and our meal were paid for in exchange for this review. All words and photos are honest and my own.


I Heart...Family Days on the Norfolk Coast

I can't recall ever really being aware of how beautiful the North Norfolk Coast is until I met my husband.
I've mentioned Holkham and Wells before.
We decided on Sunday morning to visit one or the other of these places, we actually ended up visiting both.
We didn't anticipate how windy it would be! As we got out of the car at the Holkham car park we looked at each other with that "should have stayed at home" expression.

Well, we'd already paid for parking and the boys were excited to be going to the seaside so we wrapped up warm and fought against the wind to get to the woodland area. Here the wind wasn't so bad, due to being sheltered.
The boys walked around, clearly wanting to cause mischief.
We headed towards the beach area. There is a slope leading from the woodland down to the beach. We decided that, despite there being a clear-ish sandy path to walk around the beach, the majority of it was too muddy and wet to venture on to .Well, Harry wasn't impressed with this and followed his brother down the slope....except he fell over, and due to it being quite a steep slope, he ended up stuck with his bottom in the air as he struggled to stand up. Maybe we were cruel for laughing but it was very entertaining.

After a walk around we decided to head back to the car due to being too cold and Charles having so much sand in his snowboots that he wanted to walk around with nothing on! Not recommended when the sand is home to thousands of rabbit poops and hidden dog poops!

So, we drove to nearby Wells, which actually on a nice day is in walking distance, and stopped for chips and sausage/pie. We all really enjoyed this, even the boys! And then we headed home along the lovely coast roads.



Harry at 19 Months

I meant to write a post last month, when Harry turned 18 months, but I completely forgot and on top of that I had a goal approaching just after he turned 18 months which seemed better to update on in this post then a seperate one midway through January.

Anyway. When Charles was 18 and a half months he stopped breastfeeding. He chose to do it, which was a relief to me in a way because I was pregnant with Harry and didn't want to be breastfeeding all the way through my pregnancy and then feeding them both! Also, due to being pregnant I was sore and my milk supply wasn't as good as it had always been.
I was happy that we made it to 18 and a half months.
I'd set goals all throughout with Charles, my last goal being 14 months and then I was happy with whatever happened after.
With Harry I set one main goal really, and that was to get to 18 and a half months.
I personally needed to be able to say I breastfed them both for the same amount of time, if not it didn't seem fair.
At 19 months he is still breastfeeding, and I can't see him stopping any time soon. He can go a long time between daytime feeds but still seems like a newborn at night!
I have no more goals now, and am happy to keep feeling until he is ready to stop.

His speech isn't as good as Charles' was at this age, BUT he is really starting to pick up on what we are saying and rather than having single words he tends to go straight onto sentences, for example.
"Where's it gone?" (This was one of the first things he ever said)
"Where's he/she gone?"
"What's in there?"
"Who's in there?"
He understands a lot of what we are saying and can communicate what he wants without being able to say it himself.

Sometimes I'm convinced that he is the boss when it comes to him and Charles. They sometimes play nicely, and at other times seem to really clash.
They are definitely best friends though and always look out for each other.
Harry loves to sing, and most of the time will just sing Charles' name to his own made up rhythm. It's adorable.
He loves to follow Charles around and if Charles takes a certain route somewhere, then Harry has to do it too. If Charles pretends to fall over, then so does Harry. Despite seeming the boss at times, he clearly looks up to his big brother.

His smile is huge. I'm pretty sure one day I am going to end up biting his cheeks off because they are just so cute and really stand out when his smile beams.

He really loves animals, and has an obsession with birds at the moment. When Charles was this age he was really into cars, trains, planes and so on whereas Harry seems to have very little interest in these.
They both love Dinosaurs though and it's lovely to see them playing dinosaurs together and roaring at each other.
Harry has taken to roaring at almost anyone and decided it would be a good idea to run up to the mums as we waited for Charles at preschool last week and roar, very loudly, at them all.

He has a real temper on him and if he doesn't get his own way will lay on the floor in tears.
I very rarely get time away from him, which isn't a bad thing of course, but sometimes it can be a bit much. He is obsessed with being around me and especially being held.
He's definitely a mummys boy although refuses to say mummy or mama!



My Week That Was {5}

Monday: Charles went to preschool in the morning. Once I collected him we had lunch and played for a couple of hours. We then headed into town so the boys and my husband could have a haircut.
Once the boys had their dinner we had fun doing our Family Portrait.

Tuesday: I still need to get the hang of doing something with the boys in the morning and to stop clock watching, so as usual this morning was spent with the boys playing. Charles went to preschool in the afternoon whilst myself and Harry went to a neighbouring town to get his passport photo done, pick up the passport forms and just generally do some window shopping. I also found some frames for a project I was planning.

Wednesday: Again, playing in the morning for the boys and I framed some gorgeous fabric I had bought.
I had therapy at 1 so dropped Charles off at school and headed straight there.
Once home I attempted sorting laundry but Harry had other ideas and wanted to just jump on me and cuddle me which was sweet.
I collected Charles from preschool and popped some clothes to my mums (she sometimes helps with drying and ironing)

Thursday: Morning again consisted of playing for the boys and blogging for me. Harry seems to want to eat all morning at the moment so I found that in between commenting on blogs, answering emails and so on that I was making him food!
We dropped Charles off at preschool, went home for lunch and then went back near the preschool for Jo Jingles. Harry seems to really be enjoying Jo Jingles now, it's lovely to see his confidence growing, and to see him following instructions and copying the teacher.
Rather than going home to then have to go out shortly after I drove to McDonalds to grab a milkshake. As I'd hoped Harry fell asleep in the car so I sat in the preschool car park and wrote Monday-Thursday of this post, another blog post and answered some emails.

Friday: Usual morning of train track building and the boys arguing over the train track. After dropping Charles at preschool me and Harry went to Pets at Home to get food and bedding for the rabbit. Harry fell asleep in the car and I drove to a hairdressers with the intention of getting a trim. I drove past it 3 times and chickened out. I'm so anxious and silly when it comes to getting my hair cut, especially if I'm going to a walk-in rather than an appointment.
Once we picked up Charles from preschool I let the boys play in the garden and I sorted out the rabbits disgusting hutch!

Saturday: Track building in the morning! The boys also did some colouring. Harry was so proud of himself and kept showing us his work! We went over to my mums for the afternoon as my husband had work.
He made us steak for tea and we had an amazing chocolate cake for dessert.

Sunday: Morning started with a migraine, putting ironing away and a cold bath. My husband made us my favourite breakfast.
We then went to the Norfolk Coast for a walk and run around, and stopped off at gorgeous Wells for chips and sausage/pie.
The boys both got an extra big hug and kiss at bedtime.



When Things Become Clearer

New year, new me.
A lot of people say that don't they? I know I've heard and read it a few times.
I wonder how many people actually follow through with that statement.

I entered 2013 on the road to wanting to learn to live with my anxiety and to cope with things I find hard in life.
I have therapy sessions planned, which are every week, and I feel a bit in control.

I seem to have automatically realised, without trying or thinking about it, that the life I sometimes think I should have isn't really the life I'd want, is unattainable and just not necessary.
I imagined that having children would bring me dozens of friends. At school I was never part of a group of friends and would flit between groups. I always seemed a lot more grown up than most of my peers. I was in a long term relationship and spent all of my time with him out of school, but even prior to that I didn't see friends socially outside of school much. This continued when the relationship broke down. I tried going out more but, to be honest, I didn't enjoy it.
I had particular friends at that point that I would see, they would stay round my house by one by one they let me down. In big ways.
I was then left with very few friends, but enough to invite them to my wedding. I'd moved away at this point too but saw no reason for us to not all keep in touch.
Well, you'd think that a 19 year old had never got married before. Very soon after my wedding these friends rarely kept in touch. It was almost like they didn't know what to say to me...now I was a wife!
I made a few friends when I moved away, and I'm still in touch with a couple of them now. It was hard coming back and I knew I wouldn't be able to slot back into any of the previous groups, and looking at their lives on Facebook I wasn't sure I wanted to.
Work, when I moved back home, was horrid, falling pregnant was my way out.
And then I expected to be able to make friends.

I reconnected with a couple of friends from school who were pregnant around the same time as me. One I have now drifted away from, her choice really, and the other is Harry's Godmother now.
I tried hard to make friends at various groups but it didn't happen, and I'm not sure why. Making that move to then see each other away from group can be huge and then it becomes too late.

I keep going through phases when I think I *need* to be surrounding myself with lots of friends. I *need* to go and make some *NOW*!! Forgetting that it's not that easy and having no plan in place.

I've now realised that it really doesn't matter that I don't have lots of friends surrounding me.
I have three really lovely friends who live in my phone/Kindle/laptop who know more about me than anyone in real life (I'm yet to even meet one of these friends!)

I really do feel settled in the fact that in real life I may not have a diary full of playdates and coffee meets. Or friends I can call at any time of the day.
BUT I know I always have someone available to me inside my phone. Not just the three people I mentioned above, but lots of other people.
People who won't judge me, criticise me (or if they do it really doesn't matter), some understand my anxiety or the feeling of being so overwhelmed by life. Some don't understand by still offer a hug and sometimes it can be the nicest thing to have happened that day.

I have realised that life, for me, isn't about how many real life friends I have. It isn't about how many internet friends I have.
It's about happiness and being settled and clear about what I want and what I need.
Friends who live in Cyber Space rather than the same town might be weird to some but they are most perfect friends for me, no matter what anyone else thinks.



Self Doubt

Tonight I'm feeling quite negative about my blog, and about myself.
I'm not writing this for sympathy. I'm writing it to get it off my chest so I can have a clearer head when I go to sleep. As well as stopping me from deleting the whole thing as well as Twitter.

I love my blog, and I'm really quite proud of it.
I think it is good.
I feel protective over it too and sometimes I just wonder if it's worth it.
Why am I writing it?
Do people really enjoy reading it?
What do people actually think of me?

I work hard in what I write, setting up photos and so on, trying to make my header look nice, but let's be honest, it's not just for me. If it was then it would be private, I'd be writing things down on Microsoft Word instead.

Last Friday I bought a ticket for BritMums Live. It was a big step for me. I've never been to London alone, never slept in a hotel alone and never had a night away from the boys (other than the night I was in labour with Harry).
I was (am!) excited to be seeing my friends and was totally caught up in that moment, that now the anxiety and doubt has set in.

When people say they want you there. They want to meet you.
And deep down, you think...no, you really feel that it's not true.
It can't be true because it's you. And why would anyone want to meet you?

I look at Twitter and the blogging community and it reminds me of school sometimes, and my life growing up.
People seem to have particular people they talk to regularly. Not a clique but almost, although not in a negative way.
I find myself wanting to join in and as much as I try I just can't.
So I float around, going elsewhere for conversation and then...I'm floating around again. Just watching everyone else. Just watching their conversations.

And I fear this is how things will be at BritMums.
That I don't belong.

I desperately wanted to announce that I was going as soon as the ticket confirmation landed in my inbox, and it's been hard to stay quiet.
But now I feel there isn't any need to announce it because, deep down, I feel that people will just say they want to meet me, but really don't.
Or in a reality, it will be met with silence.
Who is she again?

And I picture myself like that on the day. Stood alone, unnoticed with everyone wondering why on earth I am there.

I was feeling so positive two days ago.
Self doubt really sucks.

First Passport Photo {Flashback Friday}

On Saturday night we booked a holiday abroad. If I could I would start packing already. The list in my head is almost finished:
  • Things to take
  • Things to buy there
  • What we'll eat
  • What we'll do
  • What we need to buy
First things first though....Harry's passport!
I went into a neighbouring town with him, to the same place I took Charles in 2010 when he ordered his first passport.
The man simply pulled down the white background, I placed Charles on the seat and the photographer simply ran through what he would do.
"He just needs to look at me, I'll take a photo like this *takes photo* and.....oh! I've got it!"
And he got the photo straight away.
I hoped Harry would be just as easy.

Harry fell asleep in the car, and remained asleep as I moved him into his pushchair. I shopped for a little bit and then had nothing else to do so pushed him into the photographers, just incase they told me that they were closed over lunch.
They were open so I woke Harry up, he sat on the chair, looked at the man.
The best thing about him being half asleep was that I didn't have to worry about him doing his over over the top cheesy grin whilst shouting CHEEEEESE through gritted teeth.

I then treated him to an iced donut.

I can't believe how different they look on these photos, they hardly look alike!

This week there is no theme to Flashback Friday, there is also no theme next week.
Remember a flashback can be from any time whether it be yesterday, last week, last month, last year or yesteryear! It can be a flashback of your own, your children, your partner or your friends. And if you don't want to write a post, then just link up a photo with a date. If you don't have time to write a new post, no problem simply link up a post you have already posted.

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