Mother's Day 2016 - A walk on a hill.

Mother's Day began at a really rather reasonable 8am (or was it 7am?  I can't actually remember... It wasn't 5am - huzzah!)  And what better start than to be woken by a small person clambering into your bed to sprinkle his croissant crumbs over the sheets.

Not having a great deal planned for the day, we decided to go for a walk around Crickley Hill, a lovely little spot that overlooks a large part of Gloucestershire.  Owned by The National Trust, Crickley Hill is a popular spot for families and dog walkers as there is lots space to walk, run, play, explore, chill, whatever verb you fancy participating in.  There are picnic tables and bbqs, perfect for summer feasting and on a sunny, clear day the views are particularly stunning.  Of course, it was pretty dismal weather and a fine rain persisted for most of our walk.

Oh, look! There is a hill!

And another one!

While it was good fun, I couldn't help thinking back to the times when we used to walk the dogs up there, child-free and just how easy going for a walk actually was.  

Things I learnt whilst walking on the hill: 

1. Slightly too big wellies are not a good idea for a toddler. On feet/Lying on floor ratio is around 50:50.
 
2. A tired and slightly snuffly toddler will have not even enough tolerance to fill a teaspoon. 

3. Sebastian loves dogs. Every single one has to be greeted with a squeal and an eye-poke even if said dog wants to devour his face. 

4. For my toddler, the best thing about going for a walk in the fresh air, grass and beautiful scenery is obviously the car park, the gravel and the cars.

5. Putting a toddler into a car seat after having fresh air and freedom will be tantamount to torture and being on one of the highest points in Gloucestershire, their cries will resound around the county and be greeted with eye-rolling from every dog walker, dog and dogger in the vicinity.

When walking is just too much, lie on the floor and take in the views.

A sad looking little boy who was put out when we denied him exploring the sheer drop to the car park just beyond the trees.

The Beginning - Hello!

My name is Rebecca and my life revolves around my partner, our 17 month old little boy human and our unhinged, black cat, Lenny.  It's a rather nice life, simple and uncomplicated (usually...)  Over the years I have learnt that simple and uncomplicated is exactly what I like.

Stop Biting The Cat is to be my little space on the internet to document my pretty ordinary life.  I warn you now, there will be no accounts of a fortnight holiday to some hard to pronounce island with glistening blue seas, no posts showcasing photographs of saccharine moments in which we are 'making memories' and there will more than likely be a moderate amount of sweariness and iffy photographs captured on my crappy phone.

As the half completed scrapbooks and baby record books stack up and gather dust I wonder if I can preserve the 'special moments', here on this blog, like a real 21st century mummy. Just the every day moments, as they are the ones you forget.

I am more than just a mummy though, honest!  Hopefully, this space will allow me to share other things I like to indulge in.  The serious and the not so serious (mainly the not so serious...)

Bear with me.  I will tart this page up in the weeks to come, but for now it's going to be kept simple.  I have lots of posts swimming around in my head, so I am going to focus on that first.

This is a shit introduction.  But, at least I have introduced myself and this blog and I believe there is no better greeting than a great big 'HELLO!'