Top shot: family fun.
Memories are made of this.
I just submitted my first ever piece for a fiction writing competition. Come to that, I just wrote my first ever piece of fiction. I was amazed at how nervous and jittery I felt, clicking send after reading it through that one last time; I wasn’t expecting to feel like that about it.
I have no expectations or aspirations in particular; I just wanted to give it a go. I definitely learned a lot doing it. I also really enjoyed the creative process. But I wonder, does it get less nerve-wracking putting yourself out there, the more you do it, or do you just learn to live with it?
Laugh out loud.
We have been trying to get the little man to take a bottle of milk since he was really young, with very little success. Not that it is a huge deal as I am very happy breastfeeding, and most of the time I suspect it is easier than bottles, and formula, and sterilising, and all the accompanying hassle. Still, to have a little bit of freedom and flexibility every now and then would be very welcome.
This week has been a bit of a tough one, with potty training continuing and everyone laid up with colds. The children have been working like a tag team, waking us at all hours of the night. By Thursday night us adults (who don’t have the considerable luxury of a lunchtime nap!) were virtually on our knees. And as if to reward us for for our patience and perseverance, our baby boy stepped up. He knocked back a whole bottle – 240ml – then took a breastfeed topper. It seems odd I know, but I looked at my husband while it was happening and we both actually laughed out loud. The timing was just so perfect it was comical. Little man was out like a light until 3am, when he woke for a quick top up and then dropped off again for another couple of hours. The longest night of sleep I’ve had in ages, and oh what a difference it makes when sleep goes uninterrupted for more than 2-3 hours at a time! Ahhh, those halcyon days of 8+ hours sleep….
“When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability… To be alive is to be vulnerable.”
Madeleine L’Engle, Walking on Water.
Music makes me happy.
Someone should tell you – Lemar. A chilled out Sunday morning track playing on the radio this morning.
Mother’s Day (for us Brits at least). Okay, so we were all up at 5am, as usual. But I got a beautiful bunch of flowers, gorgeous cards which had been personalised and handmade by the kids, and a long uninterrupted gym session this morning, followed by a great thai lunch out with the family. Nothing fancy, but all little things that make me feel special, and appreciated, and very, very lucky and loved. A good Sunday indeed.
Having said all that, when exactly do kids start recognising that weekends are supposed to come with a built in lazy morning, at least every now and then? A lie in really would be the most beautiful gift!