1. What does everybody 'do' with their shoes, their kids shoes, other people's shoes and anyone elses shoes that are in your house. We have three HUGE trugs in our under the stairs cupboards and it is always over-flowing, locating a pair of shoes usually involves needing a digger and trowel, and it well..um…is a bit niffy. What do other people do? Im always thinking..'there must be a better way'

2. Busy at the moment with photography clients which is great, exciting and challenging and will find me surfing photography suppliers and ebay for nice extra bits of kit and also some props for a couple of ideas ive had. Ooohh…where is that money tree when you need it. 

3. My youngest girl has not been at one with the process of going to and staying asleep lately. My son who has always hated the idea of having his own room and so shares with the youngest member of the family said to me the other day 'she is really really loud mummy and i think id like to share with someone else!" Can't say i blame him really

4. I worked last night so wasn't around for the trick or treaters that came down our road. We don't really 'do' halloween as a family but we had a box of sweets ready for those that do…The kids thought handing them out was fun. Although there is something a bit odd about kids knocking on their neighbours doors and begging for sweets? no?There were some teenagers knocking on doors too and im wondering really if thats just a bit to old. Stephen Fry (who i follow on twitter) tweeted a link to this sketch he had done with Hugh Laurie. Made me chuckle in itself and then the irony that they are poking fun at an American tradition when Hugh Laurie is pretty much one of them now isnt he?

5. Last December i followed Santa on twitter. Yeh, did you know you can do that? Well he is back and irritatingly telling me every so often how many shopping days i have left. hmpf..well i dont have an army of elves to help me.

6. Musical interlude for you this week comes from:

7. J5 has worked out the stairs, top to bottom, climbing on beds and I noticed her trying to fiddle with the ipad the other day. Growing up too quickly. Also i took my wallet off her this morning and she lay on the hall rug and wailed at me. oh.boy. 

8. We have been googling these…

as my husband is inclined to say 'that Mr Anderson is the sound of inevitability' 

9. We went to the beautiful Dunham Massey National Trust in Cheshire, I posted some pictures a few days ago but they had a veggie patch and we thought they may have been giving there veg some extra help. Check out these onions..

10. School photos tomorrow. Unless they take them as my girls walk in the gate there is no way their hair will not look like they have just been for an hour walk on Formby beach. The older ones get the job of rounding up their siblings for the obligatory family shot. A responsiblity that should be taken seriously. Never mind that last year my son dragged his sisters through the juniors via his coat peg, the boy's loos and the library before they made it to the photographer. He does like to wonder a bit and to be honest he had probably forgot they were there!!

i read this eulogy of Steve jobs today and found myself crying at his sister's tender-hearted words about her brother and friend. What an incredible man. Another shocking waste of life at the hands of the evil that is cancer. I have copied the last bit but you can read the complete eulogy here

This is what I learned: he was working at this, too. Death didn’t happen to Steve, he achieved it.

He told me, when he was saying goodbye and telling me he was sorry, so sorry we wouldn’t be able to be old together as we’d always planned, that he was going to a better place.

Dr. Fischer gave him a 50/50 chance of making it through the night.

He made it through the night, Laurene next to him on the bed sometimes jerked up when there was a longer pause between his breaths. She and I looked at each other, then he would heave a deep breath and begin again.

This had to be done. Even now, he had a stern, still handsome profile, the profile of an absolutist, a romantic. His breath indicated an arduous journey, some steep path, altitude.

He seemed to be climbing.

But with that will, that work ethic, that strength, there was also sweet Steve’s capacity for wonderment, the artist’s belief in the ideal, the still more beautiful later.

Steve’s final words, hours earlier, were monosyllables, repeated three times.

Before embarking, he’d looked at his sister Patty, then for a long time at his children, then at his life’s partner, Laurene, and then over their shoulders past them.

Steve’s final words were:

OH WOW. OH WOW. OH WOW.

for this weeks im going to give my promise to my baby number 4. Who still is really a baby to me although she will look at me with total indignation if i call her that and say 'im not a baby, im a toggler!"

so this week baby i promise…

to leave a bit earlier and let you walk at your own speed and not get impatient with toddler pace. 

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This weeks saturday caption competition. See what you think for this one? Brilliant answers last week. 

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