This past weekend was a delight as they always seem to be these days. Don’t get me wrong – I still feel like we are working out our way as a family of four sometimes, even almost six months into it. We seem to test out new roles, and new routines, new plans, and make opportunities for ourselves. We woke on Saturday and we had sort of nailed it to be honest. We were waltzing around the kitchen and it smelt of bacon and coffee and Mark wrapped his arms around my waist and Bill was making Daisy laugh in her high chair. And then I thought: “Yes, I shall ruin this by taking two children to IKEA on a Saturday. That’s the ticket!”
After IKEA, Mark dropped Bill and I off at the shops and I took the time to just enjoy my little boy. It’s weird when you have two children. Everything and then nothing changes all at the same time. I have missed our relationship one-on-one at times. And I feel like we needed some time, just us two, to reconnect.
We managed to go to the shops relatively quickly, but spent a good 15 minutes messing about in our garden, which we cut through to get home as there’s a secret passageway that knocks ten minutes off our walk. We looked in the stream that runs through our garden and Bill thought he could see sea worms, tadpoles and hermit crabs. I daren’t tell him that the last one in particular was incredibly unlikely.
But it was fun to just stop and enjoy him in that moment. He’s really growing up now. He’s never stopped growing and I know that, but you don’t realise that when they start school they do transform and have their butterfly moment and you very much miss the days with your little caterpillar.
We didn’t do much else that Saturday. We got home to a very smiley little girl – she does love her big brother. And we just juggled getting two kids fed and in bed, so we could enjoy our gammon joint (so good) and watch a sort of film documentary that we found on Netflix.
We’ve been relishing the evenings just us two now. Daisy sleeps in her own room and we have put the days of monitors, suction and feeding tubes behind us. We were always on edge when she slept in the living room with us and never fully relaxed. And I do think the six month mark is where you start finding your balance again. We’ve been taking more, snuggling up on the sofa together, and cooking each other meals and it’s made us much happier.
I actually really like Sunday mornings. Provided Mark and I didn’t destroy the kitchen the night before, there’s nothing much to do but watch my babies play and drink coffee. I try and read a magazine or a book sometimes, in between cuddles and games of Hungry Hippos, but sometimes I like to just watch everything as it happens.
The weather was so indecisive that day. We woke up to darkness and then wind and rain and just after lunch the sun came out and it was almost too hot in my woolly jumper. My parents came round and we went to the park, while Mark did a shop trip. And I suppose the rest of this post is just shots that I really wanted to capture of my family.
My dad always misses his grandchildren. He’s often at work and doesn’t see them as much as my mum does. She is Granny and he is Po. It stems from Grandpopo, which ended up shortened to Po. I don’t know how or why (which is usually the case with our family), but I did manage to convince Bill on Monday morning that Po actually went to work every day because he was actually Po from the Teletubbies and that was hilarious so, yes – Po!
His face when he spotted me.
I love this – the two women either side of me. One with twinkly eyes and one with a serious drooling ability.
Both of my children are incredibly social things. They absolutely crave interaction and neither seem to want to spend much time alone. Daisy doesn’t seem to care who she is with so long as she has their undivided.
“Seriously guys, get a room. Mama? Help!”
Ah Daisy. You will hate me when you see this photograph when you’re older. I happen to like your 80 chins though.
Do you have someone in your family who buys the craziest presents for your children? Yes. Mine is Granny and Po. I expected it might be my brother – Uncle Jamie – but my parents have the ability to buy the noisiest or biggest presents they can find. The Toby Wagon is one of them and it lives in the garage because of its sheer size, but the thing is with these presents is that Bill always seems to adore them. I can’t wait for Christmas’s instalment.
This did make a really comfort and photo opportunistic place for them both to sit though as the afternoon sun hit their little forms, just right.
She has discovered blowing raspberries now and it is pretty much how she spends 70% of her day.
Her hair is coming in now and I love running my hand across her little fluffy head.
I can’t think of anything much else to say, apart from these are my babies and I love them. They drive me mad, one scratches me and the other one has started answering back.
But I love them all the same.
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