Family fun: top shot.
Memories are made of this.
Watching our girly at the park, playing hide and seek with her friends, and having a great time. And realising that she has started that transition. Away from always needing mummy in order to play, towards just being happy to know that mummy is somewhere nearby whilst she plays. It feels quite momentous.
Laugh out loud.
Toilet humour is coming our way! Our girly is now highly amused by her own bodily gases. Her little laugh and cheeky smile when she says ‘Windy!!’ just cracks me up.
‘Laughter is the language of the soul.’
Music makes me happy.
The little jingle played over the tannoy at the airport in Brunei. It is a dry country. The airline is also dry. But if we are getting on a plane it means we are going on holiday or going home. When we step off that plane there will be family and friends. There will be socialising. There will be general eating, drinking and being merry. And every time my husband hears that little jingle he sings along ‘soooon there will be beer!’ in a happy little sing-song voice.
Packing. repacking. packing. repacking. There is no travelling light with a baby and a toddler. The number of nappies we packed for our hand luggage was phenomenal! Not that we expected to need all of them (and thankfully we didn’t!), but it’s a 17 hour flight. And what you definitely don’t want is two children suddenly getting dodgy stomachs, and an insufficient stock of nappies to meet the accompanying surge in demand! Nappies aside, even the pain of the mammoth packing effort goes happily hand in hand with the general excitement of going home.