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So today was the first in a slight change to routine. I'm trailing a four day week to give me more precious family time and also potentially offer Dr K a little more opportunity to do some additional Pilates instructing. We all went out together in the morning to visit Anglesea Abbey with some other village mums. The weather was glorious, with a coolish start becoming quite warm with almost pristine still conditions. We visited the Lode Mill where we watched the things go round and round. We love round and round. Then had a picnic amongst the grand avenue of lime trees allowing the boys to wonder off for quite some distance to explore and find sticks. Just before we left I was attacked by a masonry bee which thankfully for me stung my t-shirt rather than my neck, but left me sad that it was then going to die (a passerby commented that there were plenty more and so I should't be sad, but that's not really how it works for me). Then in the afternoon we had lunch and played in the garden and walked to the village duck pond. All rather splendid and helped enormously by the favourable weather. Back to work tomorrow.


Holiday End

I've had this past week off and it's been a joy to spend time with the little guy. He's growing up so fast now and has changed so much just over this last week. Thankfully there is still lots of his delightful gibberish but far more often now there are words used to communicate. Sometimes repeated with interjections of gibberish like the scene in Frasier where we see the world from Eddies perspective. It's quite adorable, though I realise its an acquired taste whereby you have to be related to find it adorable, otherwise he just looks like an crazy little old drunk man. There is also his insatiable appetite for tractors, lorries, road sweepers, bin lorries, motorbikes and frankly anything remotely industrial. He bloody loves them. Recently we've been fortunate to live on the main thoroughfare for a succession of tankers transporting sewage around a broken section of the sewer. They are passing through the village three or four times an hour, every hour and he loves screaming "liquid lorry" as they thunder past. It's got to the point where the drivers recognise us and wave. Simple things.


One Today (but only just)

It was the tractor book which had me in tears tonight. Right from the first dig-dig-digging. I think he suspected something was odd as he kept looking up to see why daddy was speaking oddly. It has been a gorgeous day, sunny and warm (not filled with a thunderstorm), two play dates (one home and one away with lots of sand), we had a bit of toy shopping, greengrocer shopping (sadly now in a neighbouring village), a compost run, the sight of a bright orange rescue helicopter, dinner alfresco, and even a chiminea fire. Pretty full on joy and a lovely celebration of his oneness. Tomorrow, two.



This is a word I don't like. I don't like the spelling, and neither do I like the way it's pronounced with hardly a reference to the way it's spelt.
Then again I'm also not much of a fan of 'spelt' - it's spelled, Shirley?


First Barefoot Walk

It was more of an accidental occurrence than a planned exertion as the little chap accosted me as I cycled up the driveway and rather than heading home his plan was that we were going out. I phoned home from Tesco to check​ that there was no dinner burning and then headed on up the village. It was at this point, around the bakery, that he kicked off his wellies and naturally i did not take any persuasion to join him. We then walked on unshod to the ducks in the pond and then further to the park were we did the climbing wall (which is way easier barefooted) and the solid steel slide​ - a little chilly - as the sun set. This was rounded off by the excitement of seeing a tractor drive past the village green. What could be better?


Three Word Thursday

This evening, while having a bath, was the first time the little guy strung three words together. It was only last Thursday that he did two at a time, which I think was "daddy down". During the week there have been increasing range of instructional two-worders with a lot of them involving saying bye-bye to me, Dr K, Eme (auntie) etc. Tonight, at the end of our bath I heard "Daddy get out".


Nearly there...

After just over three weeks Dr K and the little guy are on their way home. When I checked first thing this morning there were over Mongolia; now it's somewhere in Russia west of the Ural Mountains. It's been a packed few weeks with bike maintenance, film watching, some Lego building, friend visiting and more DIY than I could have imagined: plastering, painting, filling, cutting, insulating, shelving, moving, mounting, fixing, tweaking and the odd bit of safety-proofing. I'm nearly finished now with just over two hours to go and plenty of cleaning up to accomplish before it's fit to welcome my family back home.

Heading Home. © Nick Bailey
Dr K and little guy on their way home


New Year's Day

Migraine still sucks.


New year's eve

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He's growed up again

No only is his face now so much more that of a boy than it was, but for the last couple of nights, when I've put him to bed he's sat down on his pillow with a chosen book ready for me to sit next to him rather than him coming and sitting on my lap to read. The previous few nights I snook him onto my lap (which he didn't resist). Tonight I just sat next to him and we read together looking for owls in Bedtime for Monsters and What the Ladybird Heard. He did slip his head onto my lap just before I laid him down to sleep and off he drifted. God it tears me up every night.