Growing up…
It really dawned on me this week how big Rory is getting and it made me a little bit sad; he is definitely more boy than baby… The flipside however is that every day his personality becomes more and more evident. He is brave and happy and curious, if a little lazy with his words! I always say to Nick, as Rory dangles from the climbing frame meant for the bigger children in the park, that I fear school report cards will read ‘Rory has a great personality but could do better in class’ …….
A real ‘growing up’ marker arrived this week in the form of a duvet cover and pillow for Rory’s cot bed. Rory is a great little sleeper and always has been (* touch wood* *touch wood* *touch wood*) so we are loathe to meddle with the formula. , as his feet are now starting to burst out the end of his growbag I decided the time had come to embrace more grown up sleeping arrangements, hence the duvet delivery. I have just washed his cute new stripey cover and pillowcase ready for a test run on Friday night (definitely not messing with a ‘school night’). We have already had lots of fun rolling around the floor wrapped up in the duvet and jumping up and down on the pillow so I am hopeful of a happy partnership come the weekend!
In other news, we are in the final stages of plans for our new kitchen (who knew there were so many ways you could place tile and glass!) and I am really excited to get them signed off and through planning (*fingers crossed*). We have also decided we can no longer live with the ancient and crazy shower room (hot/cold/hot/cold/FREEZING COLD) so are ploughing ahead with a makeover which should happen in the next few weeks. I will be honing my builder’s tea making skills over the next few days in anticipation….
May and June are lining up to be very sociable, not least because of the Diamond Jubilee celebrations. The great thing about living in a village is the enthusiasm with which these things are embraced (especially a very English village like ours!) and we have all sorts of (very child friendly) things planned; including a big street party on the high street. I have pictures of myself as a baby celebrating the Queen’s Silver Jubilee (I was VERY tiny I hasten to add) in a delightful fluorescent t-shirt emblazoned with a picture of the Queen; I must keep tradition alive and hunt out a comparably frightening outfit for Rory to wear…..
Take Care, Emma & Rory x
Easter…
Easter is exhausting – it’s like Christmas on caffeine (fewer days to visit the same amount of family!)
We enjoyed a whirlwind weekend; Good Friday we visited my brother and his new son, Thomas (very cute, very tiny and VERY cuddly), Easter Saturday was spent at a 2nd birthday party in the afternoon then on to dinner with friends. Easter Sunday was with my Mum and Monday was spent with Nick’s Mum and Gran (Rory’s Great Gran or ‘GG’ as she insists on being called, woe betide you if you forget)
The children’s party was a riot (quite literally), not least because they had invested in a travelling farm; the lambs legged it into the hall where all the party food was set up, the geese ganged up on the chickens and the tortoise just looked on wearily, clearly having seen it all before. We tried to get Rory to have a ride on the donkey but having given it big waves, kisses and cuddles he refused to sit on its back, completing disgracing himself in front of his friend Daisy who climbed on eagerly and proceeded to trot round the garden with the poise of a show jumper….
Following last week’s mini egg e-numbers debacle we decided to steer Rory clear of the chocolates on Easter Sunday. I had managed to find some really pretty, old fashioned cardboard Easter eggs at our local charity shop, decorated and with a little chick inside and I hid these around the house for Rory to find. I had also invested in a ‘make your own’ Easter basket kit, bought at last minute from the local corner shop. It was a pretty challenging affair (for someone of my limited arts and crafts ability) with double sided dots and inserts all over the place. Also, I hadn’t realised there were 3 baskets to make, some more ‘manly’ than others. I just ploughed in on the girliest butterfly basket and when I realised my mistake decided to go the whole hog and decorate with glitter and sequins. Rory was quite the Easter fairy!
Have a wonderful week, Emma & Rory x
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