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Merry go round moments – week 37.

Family fun: top shot.

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We have very little furniture here right now. But we did leave a paddling pool, some plastic balls, and some foam mats…this little man is in boy heaven! He sits in there, bashing balls together, gnawing on them, thumping his arms on the sides of the pool, rolling around in the balls. Endless fun.

Memories are made of this.
Our girly is getting so brave, as she climbs up the steps to the top of the ladder then throws herself with gusto so that she can really pick up some speed. A few times this week she has really landed with a bump on the ground, but she picks herself up, gives it a vigorous rub, and then sets off for the ladder again. And all the while her little brother looks on, from the little bucket swings nearby, clearly taking it all in and trying to figure out when it will be his turn! Not yet my boy, not yet!

 

Laugh out loud.
The schools are on holiday this week, so we have had a lovely lazy week at home. Not late rises, but slow starts. We were all piled in our bed, the kids playing together between us, whilst we drank our cups of tea on either side of them. Then daddy grabbed the girly for a big hug, which she tolerated for a minute or so and then said, in her primmest matron voice, “that’s quite enough of that!”. I laughed until there were tears rolling down my face. Little miss Mary Poppins, at her very best!

 

Quick quote.

A bit of a note to myself, I suppose, whilst we travel through a big backwards step on the toilet training with our girly.  She was there.  She’d done brilliantly.  It felt like we were (literally) home and dry.  And then this.  But then in fairness to her, there has been a lot going on in her little life recently.  A lot of change and upheaval.  I guess something had to give.  We will get there again.  But some days the frustration is very real.

“Constant frustration with other people signals a control issue or a loss of humanity.  Have patience with others, for you needn’t change them and they, like all of us, have difficult times.”

Brendon Burchard

 

Music makes me happy.
The Hippopotamus Song – Flanders and Swann. The girly loves singing this one, trying to reach all the highest and lowest notes, in her most dramatic, arm waving way.  It has been a real favourite this week.  It’s a joy to watch her.

 

Good times.

Plenty of playdates this week for the kids, which has been lovely.  Sitting watching my kids playing with their friends, whilst drinking coffee, eating homemade cake or vegetarian momos and chatting with the other mums.  Perfect.  I am really hugely going to miss the friends I’ve made here.

 

 

Merry go round moments – week 35.

Family fun: top shot.

Too covered in weetabix to fix with a flannel, too heavy to hold at arms length all the way to the bath...only one thing for it!

Too covered in weetabix to fix with a flannel, too heavy to hold at arm’s length all the way to the bath…the kitchen sink was the only solution!

Memories are made of this.
The words mummy and daddy are being replaced with mum and dad by our girly.  It has been a rapid change, over the past week or so.  I am actually genuinely finding this incredibly hard to take.  I feel almost heartbroken every time she says it, thinking how grown up my baby girl suddenly sounds. I hadn’t really thought about how it would make me feel, when the time came.  I certainly hadn’t expected it before her third birthday. I keep trying to coax her back to calling me mummy, and she acquiesces when I push the point, but I don’t think I’m going to win in the long run. Perhaps it will feel more comfortable, given a bit of time for me to get used to it. Right now it feels horribly as though my two year old suddenly has the voice of a teenager!

 

Laugh out loud.
Two little faces, pressed up against the bars of the baby gate in the doorway separating me (in the kitchen) from them (in the playroom).  You’d think that with a great big space to play in and all their toys around them, they might have been content where they were.  But judging by the racket they were making to get into the kitchen, they clearly felt that I’d selfishly barred their entry to the best spot in the house!

 

Quick quote.

“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different.”

C.S. Lewis

 

Music makes me happy.
Clap hands, daddy comes with a pocketful of plums. I haven’t sung this one since our girly was really young, but I started it up again this week, as it is very simple and involves a lot of clapping.  The boy really does like to clap!  I don’t know whether subconsciously our girly remembers it, or it has just captured her imagination, but she loves it, and joins in very enthusiastically, choosing who is going to get the plums and then changing the fruit they will receive, and then what other foods they might get.  And so on and so on. Sometimes we can go through it twenty or more times before she gets bored.  Plus, the boy – as expected – loves clapping along!

 

Good times.
The packers were in on Friday, and by 4pm they had been and gone.  Just us and a very empty house, all our stuff in a shipping container on the way to our new home.  Hopefully it will arrive there by October, which will only be a couple of months after we get there.  In the meanwhile we are making do with very minimal home comforts.  So there we were, all four of us, sat in a circle on the floor playing pass the ball, just having so much fun and enjoying the simplicity of the game.  I wouldn’t go so far as to say that the total lack of furniture and home comforts is liberating – I miss my comfy sofa (hugely!!). But it is quite gratifying to see how happily our children have carried on as normal, completely unphased by the change and the sudden lack of toys.  It bodes well for our settling-in period when we get to our new home, which is a relief and means there is one less thing to worry about!

 

 

Merry go round moments – week 34.

Family fun: top shot.

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Getting dressed all by herself.

 

Memories are made of this.

Our girly has started getting herself dressed this week.  She’s been doing bits and pieces of the process for a long time now, but this week she actually did the whole lot, from pyjamas off, to fully dressed, with shoes on.  It makes my heart full to bursting with pride, watching her blossoming into this independent little girl.  I’m hearing a lot of “look mummy, I did it all by my own” these days.  It makes me a little wistful, but also really, really happy.

 

Laugh out loud.

“Look mummy it looks like a raincoat!”.  She found it so funny that her teeshirt got stuck on her head and looked like the hood of a coat.  She dissolved into a total fit of giggles.  I love this age, where her laughter just comes bubbling out, so pure, joyous, and carefree.  And it is so true that genuine happiness and laughter is contagious.  You can’t help but laugh when they laugh.  Best medicine ever.

 

Quick quote.

“Happiness lies in the joy of achievement and the thrill of creative effort.”

Franklin D. Roosevelt.

 

Music makes me happy.

Days of the week – children’s song. To the tune of the Addam’s Family tv programme theme music.  Our girly came home singing this on Thursday and it has been on permanent loop ever since!

 

Good times.

De-cluttering, sorting, and packing boxes, ready for all our things to be taken away next week for shipping.  Helped (?) by the little man, crawling from box to box, pulling himself up on them and peeling off any stray bits of packing tape.  And little miss, packing her backpack “ready for my adventures”, as she put it.