The Eccentric American Mama in Cumbria

With summer right around the corner, and more importantly for Americans celebrating the Fourth of July, I decided to scour the internet for some of my favourite red, white and blue items for my little pigglet. I particularly am obsessed with the star spangled slip on shoes, and for £6, you can't beat the price. Sadly, there won't be any fireworks over in England but I'm wishing everyone back home a safe and happy holiday, have a beer for me as I will definitely be missing one of my favourite holidays over here :( Please excuse the look of the photos, I'm still trying to figure out how to group items together and write on them like they do in the magazines, I might never find the time to figure this out! Hawaiian Vest Red Stripe Red Jeans Striped Tank Top Star Spangled Bordies Sun Hat Tank Top Vest Flip Flops Red, White, Blue Striped Shorts Star Trainers Oh, and this one is for all of you that can't resist my ...

I just want to wish Josh a Happy First Father’s Day from the Soper clan! We couldn’t survive without him, literally I think I would have killed the whole family by now, not on purpose of course but I often find my blonde tendencies getting in the way of survival. For example, there was the time that I completely forgot to feed Hobson and only realised he was hungry when I couldn’t figure out what that noise was in the bed, oh yeah, it was Hobson’s stomach growling, that’s when Josh took over the responsibility of feeding the dog. Then there was the time that I left Cyril in his chair only to come back into the living room to see him hanging off of it screaming, he decided he wanted to roll over way early. Or the time I got hopelessly lost in the back country only to be rescued by a sketchy guy in a minivan, after that ordeal Josh taught me how to read a map and compass. I’m pretty sure I could write a novel about all the times I screwed up and Josh came to the rescue. Needless t...

Two Weeks Old One Month Old Let me just start by saying that I love Cyril and his little fat rolls more than you could ever imagine. What started as a somewhat tremulous relationship has turned into a bond so deep it truly could never be broken, unless of course he decided to start waking up every hour again, I might not be able to forgive him for that. All jokes aside, we really do have on handsome and contented little baby, the majority of the time. I say that because yesterday I was having lunch at Booths and I put Cyril in his Moby wrap because I could sense he was getting tired. What most people don't know is that Cyril fights sleep for a minute or two before falling blissfully into dreamland. When I say fight, I mean FIGHT! Fist banging, nail scratching (because I'm still too terrified to cut his nails), screaming at the top of his lungs, and let me tell you he has some seriously strong lungs, kind of fight. For those of you who don't know Booths is a really l...