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Aug 12

Summer sunshine and wedding flowers

I’m currently on holiday in Spain and it’s lovely to get away from rainy old London. If there’s one thing I miss about not living in L.A anymore it’s the constant warm weather and sunshine. Being here in this boiling little village is making me nostalgic for the sun-baked Hollywood hills all over again.

But there’s one little person who isn’t really enjoying the heat, and that’s Astala. He’s four months old now and getting bigger by the minute! At 17lbs he’s a big, tall baby and making my arms ache carrying him down to the beach, but his chubby little legs are so cute and that I can’t stop cuddling him either way, so I guess its a win win situation for both of us!

It’s 40 degrees here and Astala just lies on a sun lounger in the shade with the funniest expression on his face, a sort of half-asleep zombie trance kind of look. I think it’s all a bit too much for him, though he occasionally breaks into random giggles if he sees Pixie’s tiny chihuahua puppy Buster Sniff running around insanely, soaking wet after falling into the pool for the ninetieth time that day.

It’s always great coming here each year, as my family have since I was a baby, and seeing the close friends who I grew up with here who also return every summer, and how their lives have changed. Coming here with a baby and fiancé this year, my life seems to have altered the most. I feel like an old granny when I fall asleep at 8pm, exhausted from the baby’s 6am daily wake up call. Or when I walk in on my 16-year-old sister Tiger still asleep in bed at 3pm, having partied with her friends here all night long.

Before flying out here, Tom and I went to the Dark Knight Rises premiere. It’s had mixed reviews but we both really enjoyed it, though maybe we liked it more because it meant a few hours out past 7pm! In all seriousness though, I thought it was a perfect climax to Christopher Nolan’s dark, ambitious trilogy. Nolan pretty much saved Batman from becoming associated forever with ludicrously terrible spin off movies, and turned a tired comic book franchise around into something that has now transcended the genre and turned it into something very special.

With its heavily political agenda, Dark Knight Rises was at risk of being boring and clunky, but is saved by a great script and an even better cast. As expected from a Nolan movie, the set pieces are suitably extravagant and used to great effect in some truly jaw dropping scenes of Gotham city’s destruction at the hands of mercenaries. There are some glaringly obvious problems with this movie that just weren’t there at all in the far superior second film – it’s overlong and by the end of the movie my bum was well and truly numb and I felt physically drained by it.

The most bizarre and annoying issue of all though is Tom Hardy, in my opinion one of the best actors around, who is so wasted in his role as Bane. The totally unnecessary mask he wears covers most of his face and renders any emotion completely indistinguishable, and anything he says sounds muffled to the point of inaudibility. Also, Christian Bale’s Batman voice is ludicrous, a sort of ‘trying and failing to be sexy’ half-whisper, and was unintentionally funny at key moments. Aside from that, it was a suitably epic ending to a brilliant set of films.

Wedding wise I recently chose the flowers. I wanted them to look like the sort of flowers that bloom randomly in fields or at the side of roads, wild and not overdone. I also chose some floral wreaths for the bridesmaids hair, and a collar adorned with flowers for my dog Parpy so he wasn’t left out! A reporter asked me recently if my dad was going to play my wedding. Of course he’s not going to! I don’t understand why people would assume that he would, though to be honest the reporter probably got forced to ask me by his boss. It’s the sort of inane question tabloids love to ask even if they already know the answer. If my dad played at my wedding I think everyone would find it massively uncomfortable, can you get more cheesy than your father serenading you and your husband with a medley of his greatest hits? I’d have nightmares forever!

Tom and I are enjoying the time we have before we become husband and wife, but both of us are so excited about how close the wedding is now. Tom told me he had a dream the other night that we got married on a boat that was attached to our dog’s collar and then flew us to Mars to live there. I wonder what that even means?!

Jul 12

No Big Fat Gypsy Wedding for me

Taking a quick glance in the mirror in between trying to clean the latest batch of baby milk reflux from Astala and running to the bedroom to pick him up where he’s shrieking angrily because I’ve not carried him for all of two minutes (in baby time this is more like two hours, I’ve come to know), I shudder at my reflection. Four days unwashed hair, dark circles under my eyes that tell the tale of night feeds and 6am starts and a t-shirt that may have once been blue but is now covered in so much spit up milk it resembles a sad, grey dish rag, I’m not exactly fresh as a daisy.

But as I pick up the red-faced, screaming little baby who seems so small in my huge new bed, he immediately stops crying. He snuggles his soft, downy head onto my chest and smiles up at me whilst emitting a soft, gurgly coo. I wouldn’t trade the situation for all the hours of sleep and fresh shirts in the world, I am officially in love.

Of course, it helps that I have the cutest baby in the world. Yes, I’m biased but I’ve never seen such a flawless, absolutely beautiful little face. And the smiles – don’t get me started. Anyone who’s seen my Instagram and Twitter feeds will already be very well acquainted with my son’s gummy grin, as I literally haven’t stopped posting photos of it since he started at two months. Now at a little over 12 weeks old, as he becomes more sure of himself, they’re just getting bigger and cuter.

Honestly, you’d think I was crazy if you saw the faces I pull to extract those delicious little giggles and heart melting ear-to-ear grins. Tom’s even worse than me, I can hear him babbling away in baby-speak to Astala in this weird high pitched voice from the basement of our house.

Motherhood is a gift, I knew it would be but at the same time I didn’t. I never knew my full potential as a woman until I saw the fruits of my womb in front of me, in all his bald, chubby glory. He’s the image of me as a baby, but sometimes he looks at me and looks exactly like Tom.

Yes, I’m more exhausted than I even knew was possible, and yes, I’m waging a never-ending war against dirty nappies, but to be honest, I couldn’t care less. When he falls asleep on my chest and holds on to me so tightly in his sleep, it’s as if I was a lifeboat carrying him to safety, so small and vulnerable – it is the purest kind of bliss I’ve ever known.


Another exciting event on the horizon aside from Astala’s next burp is my wedding to his dad, Tom.  I’m not going to give away too much but I had my dress fitting recently, along with my bridesmaids and their dresses, and it was sheer perfection. I have another fitting coming up soon as I’m going to have a change at the wedding. Why have one amazing dress when you can have two?! The more the merrier when it comes to amazingly beautiful wedding gowns I say, they’re all invited to wrap their gauzy whiteness all over me!

Thankfully I have refrained from the Big Fat Gypsy Weddings style nightmare I wanted as a little girl. I used to force a long-suffering Pixie to follow me around the house, holding the train of a white ball gown resembling a huge meringue. It was a dress my mother had kindly provided for my six-year-old self, in it I solemnly paraded the corridors for literally hours whilst Pixie, dressed in my dad’s suit, followed dutifully behind. Now as adult, I have instead opted for very romantic and delicate look, fitting in with the aesthetic of the wedding, which is old fashioned, pared down and vintage-y.

Tom’s suit is apparently going to be beautiful and I know the designer, who’s made suits for Tom before and totally gets his unique vision, will make it wonderful. I’m looking forward to my hen do too, which my bridesmaids (made up of my sisters and three best friends) have informed me will be a very traditional, L-plates and tacky pink cowboy hats affair.

However, at the moment I’m focusing on trying to escape from what seems to be THE WORST ENGLISH SUMMER EVER. I never thought I’d have the heating up full blast with four jumpers on and the baby braving the elements in a snow suit in July. Come on sun, do your job! Thank God for the annual family holiday to a little coastal village in Majorca. It’s a lovely place that we’ve gone to ever since I was a child and which actually has a real summer instead of being the wet and frozen tundra that London seems determined to become. I’ve already been packed and ready for two months now, even though we don’t leave until august!

I even went bikini shopping the other day, though to be honest someone should have warned me beforehand that trying to imagine what a bikini looks like whilst held against a body that’s covered by a baby in a front-facing sling is not the most accurate of images.

I’ve got to go run upstairs now as Astala is waking up from his nap and Tom’s washing a very stinky Parper, our faithful golden retriever who’s favourite activity is lying in mud. 

I can’t wait to snuggle with Tom and the little man in our new massive bed, it’s an eight feet wide by eight feet long monstrosity from an online store called The Big Bed Company. It’s heaven! Perfect for us to safely co-sleep with baby in as he tends to like to lie diagonally across and our double bed just wasn’t doing it’s job anymore. Now, back to the frontline of the never ending battle against the dirty nappy

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