Modern love story of two woman and their family. I'm Amber, and Meet the Wildes is a modern love story about two women who fell in love, and the family they made together. Mostly I write about my life with my partner, Kirsty, and our two sets of twins - boys born in October 14 and girls born in July 16.
I think that 3.5 might be my favourite age yet. They are physically independent, intellectually sharp and curious, interested in everything.. and they still love their mamas and want to spend time with us. I love that no matter what they are doing, if they hear us laughing together they are drawn to the sound like little moths to flames and suddenly we are smothered in a deluge of little boy, climbing over our laps and kissing our faces. I just wanted to collate some recent portraits of them. These were all from our recent trip to Camber and they make me smile so much; I love these little boys of ours so fiercely, and the glimpses of the world through their eyes are so very interesting to me. We have had so many sweet and bonding moments lately, especially with my taking a week out of the office to… View Post
They shed layers of clothing like snakes, kicking off their shoes and rolling up their trousers to become shorts. The jumpers that they wore this morning lay in a discarded tangle on the pavement so that we have to stop the pram and pick them up; the reprimand that we call after them disappears into the wind, but I think that I can hear them laughing. The sand underfoot is soft as powder and warm. And sunlight is dancing gently across my skin. The girls doze in their pram until we reach the beach, and the boys navigate a complicated route up ahead, balancing precariously on walls and swinging on lamp posts. They collect stones, which they carry a little way before letting them fall again, and play a nonsensical game of I-spy in which, as far as I can tell, either nobody wins or everybody does. It makes us… View Post
Last night you fell asleep on the windowsill, waiting for me to return home from work. Your mother had been in to ask you to settle down, because we don’t mind you playing after bedtime but when you are loud you risk disturbing the girls, and she told you that I would be home shortly and would be sad if dinner was not cooked because she was upstairs policing your game. When she left, the two of you were tucked up together, half-asleep, but you must have got back up, Balthazar, and climbed up on the windowsill to wait for me. Had I glanced up at your window when I opened the gate, I might have seen you, a small boy in character pajamas, slumped against the glass, but I didn’t, and so we were quite surprised by your cries of alarm a few hours later when you awoke to… View Post
One evening, I come home to Kirsty bathing the carpet in the bathtub. It makes me laugh because she doesn’t carry these babies of ours, but she feels their imminence so keenly. We are trying to make the house – if not beautiful, then we are trying to recover the house from the damaged wreaked upon it by four toddlers over the past two and a half years. If I could go back in time and change anything about our home selection process, it would be never to reside anywhere with carpet. Carpet is impossible to manage with small children. And it is difficult to fit in a bath. We are repainting the walls. Just white, because we rent and we don’t plan to remain here after our lease has expired. We have outgrown this sweet little house now, and it makes me a little wistful because we have loved… View Post
Hi everybody! Just a brief upload from me today – I thought it would be fun to share my two most recent clothing haul vlogs, which detail most of what the children are going to be wearing this summer. There’s one video for bits that you can’t find on the high street, and another sharing some truly stunning high street finds. I hope that you enjoy watching! I’m trying hard to grow my YouTube audience, so if there’s anything you’d like me to vlog then please leave a note in the comments as I’d love to hear from you!
It starts off badly. I dream that the baby is a girl, a daughter, but she has no lungs and when she is born she cannot even gasp before dying, wide-eyed and still trailing her umbilical cord, on my chest. I remember to bring the camera but forget the memory card, so I can’t record the scan for Kirsty who is at home juggling four toddlers and a tsunami of home deliveries. But I am not late, which is a start, and there is a cafe nearby that will make me a decaffeinated almond-milk latte; the woman behind the counter recommends the chocolate cookies and so I order one of those as well, on the grounds that we want the baby to be awake and active for the ultrasound. It works. The baby fizzes around inside of me like one of those menthol-in-Coke experiments and then, two minutes before I… View Post
Shoreditch is one of my toddlers’ favourite places. I mean – they’ll chose a trip to the beach or to soft play over Shoreditch, without a doubt. But on quiet Saturday afternoons, they really like to visit Shoreditch. The lure is in part the transport. They really like to ride buses and trains, and the trip entails both a bus ride to the train station and a twenty-minute train ride into London Bridge. From there, we take a taxi, which they love, all the way to Brick Lane and stroll down the road together peering into the shops and admiring the extravagent and outlandish art on the walls. They love to swing around the lamp posts; they are care-free and innocent. They make me smile so hard that my jaw aches. We have little competitions: to find new art, to find the best art. They always surprise me with how… View Post
Hello! It’s me. I thought I’d come on and give an actual update, inspired in part by some lovely comments I’ve had recently that prove that someone (not just my mum!) actually reads my blog! It’s always so good to hear from you all. Mostly i feel like I am writing for myself and my children, which is fine, but it’s lovely to get to know you all a bit too. This summer will mark my fourth year of blogging, and it’s been such a good hobby for me – a way of being creative in my own, limited time and of reaching out to people, which does make a difference.. I find that outside of work I am so busy trying to keep up with the children that I don’t really see adults any more. It is good to have you all. So I thought I’d just summarise where… View Post
Picnics are my favourite, my weakness. There is something about eating outside that makes food taste extraordinary, something about plastic plates on wild grass that makes even my burnt offerings seem appetising. Even through the winter, when it’s dry outside, we like to pack a picnic lunch and take the bus to our favourite woods and to walk to the clearing in the middle where it is always so silent and nobody ever goes, and spread out the blanket that Kirsty crocheted back when the boys were small, and to eat. But in the sunlight – my goodness! When there are blue skies and a playful, summery breeze, we can make a whole afternoon of it; we go after lunch and meander slowly through the trees, we look for tigers and dinosaurs and collect sticks and when we get to the meadow we play chase and all sorts of ballgames and when I inevitably get one of our balls stuck in a tree the boys are gracious enough to think me hilarious and spend ages trying to replicate my ‘trick’. And then we spread the blanket, and unpack the food. And it is always delicious. We’ve been working with Sainsbury’s to share their new Sainsbury’s Little Ones baby food range. Designed with the support of leading registered nutritionist Fiona Wilcock, the range has been developed over more than three years to comprise a varied selection of products suited to babies of 6 months + to the under-threes. Some of the range… View Post
I am eighteen weeks pregnant. This baby loves sushi and makes me crave avocado rolls and lychee-flavoured bubble tea, which I purchase whilst running errands at work and sip strolling down Oxford Street in the sunshine. Just this week, the baby has started to discernibly move in a regular pattern; he or she feels terribly low down compared to where their twin siblings lay at this point in my pregnancies. It feels mildly disconcerting to feel the kicking so far down in my pelvis, as though at any moment the baby might fall out. The children and I are obsessed with those silly apps, the ones that compare the baby to fruit and vegetables. This week I am carrying a bell pepper, minus their kicky legs, and I cannot imagine how something the size of a bell pepper with legs attached is residing in me already. With that said, I feel enormous – no doubt aided by the chocolate-covered macadamias and the delicious chocolate-and-mandarin vegan cake that my colleagues keep bringing me, as though this baby is everyone’s baby, something communal and special to be nurtured by the whole team. I don’t weigh myself, whether I am expecting or not, but I am looking clearly pregnant now and I just feel fuller and heavier, all swollen breasts and a bump that makes my fellow commuters offer me, unasked, their seat on the train. I am trying to slow down and savour this pregnancy a little, just in case it is… View Post