full of sunshine

Running bare foot on the grass, an imaginary cup of tea in the tree house, lunch in the garden with friends and lazy hours in the paddling pool - it's what summer should be (ahhh).  I'm looking out of my bedroom window with raindrops on the glass and the sound of the wind in the background and those few warm, amazing days seems like a distant memory. Now we are back to the 'English Summer' and Wellington boots.


Our current home is Odessa's first house with a garden - which is big and wild and very much loved by the whole family. It's likely we are not going be living here next year and it might be our last summer in our magical garden and it's how I want to remember it - full of sunshine and children's laughter. 

WOW

I want "wow", said my daughter to me in one morning a few days ago, meaning she wanted to be amazed by something. So I took her to Tate Britain to she could see some great masterpieces... and so she got her "wow" thanks to Lelia who came as well, rather than Picasso.

Tate Britain is an older and perhaps more serious sister to the Tate Modern - so no musical slide I'm afraid. They do some children's activities from time to time though, so it's good to check out their website.
It's a beautiful building and amazing space... at the moment they are running exhibitions of Pablo Picasso and Damien Hurst.

The girls pretty much took over whole building - they were running from one room to the other, singing, dancing and laughing non stop. Their favourite thing was a video installation featuring a high-wire artist - they lay down on the floor and watched the projection together holding hands. And in moments like that I am so grateful that two years back we decided to live in the countryside where we met Nadia and Lelia (a year later they followed us back to London). The girls loved each other before they could properly walk and 'Lelia' was one of Odessa's first words. It's magic when they are together... (definitely a big wow).

from Earlsfield to Vauxhall

On the train to Tate Britain, a week ago, I have never gotten used to the bizarre English weather - last week Odessa had to have a fur coat on, but today she was running naked in the garden.

afternoon at home

Little queen Odessa and her five kittens...

meow!

after the rain