I’m not the greatest at sewing. I think it’s because I’m really impatient and I find the ironing and prep work before you get going a bit dull. It’s a shame really because there is nothing nicer than handmade goodies and I find myself admiring beautiful quits on a regular basis. I have a few patch work blankets from good will shops, and Beth has a beautiful vintage blanket that was a gift from my Great Aunt, and I just love them. So really I should learn to be more patient and just get on with it. Over the last 6 months I forced myself to finish a quilt for Beth to snuggle in outside her bed. It took such a long time! She has an IKEA blanket that saved the day when she was soaked by a passing car but I wanted her to have one that I made.
And so on the day I finally completed it we took it with us on a picnic with friends. So two things to tick off my bucket list this summer 🙂
And dear little Arthur has been allowed to use it too.
I met my friend Grace at an NCT birthing class on the last trimester of our pregnancies. I was a 23 year old student nurse and nowhere ready to starting a family. Graham wasn’t much better, he was a student too. Everyone in the group was married, had a mortgage, drove an expensive car, had a cleaner, and for some reason, worked as a teacher. Everyone except from Grace and her partner Tim that is. They were very different. It was her second pregnancy, she had tattoos and nose piercing, wasn’t married, didn’t have a cleaner, and I was instantly drawn to her warm and kind nature. From that day we have been good friends and our kids have a very special bond, especially because they are only 12 hours apart in age. It’s hard to find the words to describe how I feel about Grace and her family but I know they will always have a place in my families heart, even when they move far away at the end of the summer. And I hope we will always be friends.
Arthur turned 7 weeks this week and it felt about time for us to go on our first date. Really up till now he’s just fitted into our weekly routine of play dates, exploring, gardening, and house chores, and he hasn’t had much one to one time with me. So when Beth was at kindergarten on Tuesday I ignored the mountain of clothes and nappies begging me to wash them and we headed out. Tuesday was such a hot sunny day and like any well organised Mama I scrambled out the house and ended up in the cinema of all places. The local cinema shows each week a movie that’s baby friendly. This means the volume is a bit lower and the lights are only just dimmed so you aren’t lost trying to find your baby’s mouth while breast feeding in total darkness. The movie was “The Hangover 3” which was good enough. Plus you get a free coffee and the chance to sit of a comfy sofa. I got there an hour before it started as I remember it being crowed whenever I brought Beth as a baby and I REALLY wanted that sofa to sit on. However, I needn’t have rushed because while I spent my morning in the cinema every other Mama in town was probably in the park or something. So it was Arthur, me, and 30 empty seats. But I loved it. I read the news paper and drank my coffee then enjoyed the movie while Arthur slept next to me on the sofa, wakening only for breast feeds and cuddles. Utter bliss.
I knitted two pebble vests for Arthur before he was born. Both were first size as I reckoned if he was anything like his petite sister he’d be thin and small but I was wrong. This boy has done nothing but grow and grow, and and those sweet little vests have never fitted him. I had two balls of tweedy mustard yarn stashed away in the hope of a new beanie hat for next autumn but what is a new born baby without some mama made clothes? So I knitted him this pebble vest on 5mm needles and hopefully he will get some wear out of it.
Also I regularly find I have accidentally dressed Beth and myself in matching outfits. I’m not sure if its because I had the colors in my mind when I was getting dressed or if because the colors get washed together and are ready to be worn at the same time. However, Graham noticed the other day that I have been doing it with Arthur . Thankfully Beth more often prefers to choose her own outfits these days or we’d look like a bad imitation of the Von trapps!
The weather was forecast to be good this weekend so Graham and I cancelled our plans and headed out of the city in a quest for fresh air, friendly animals and a bit of family time.
Not having a set plan but rather a vague idea of where we were going we aimed in the direction of Loch Lomond because my Dad’s house is near by. That way should we want to stay over we had the option. It was a lovely weekend and we met many friendly horses, sheep, and a herd of Fallow deer that came to say hello between a fenced off part of the forest.
And look at THIS crazy horse! Heehee!
I’ve been trying to improve my botanical knowledge recently because I like knowing the names of different trees and plants, so I took some photos of plants I could identify. This was utterly thrilling (note the sarcasm) for Graham and Beth but Arthur seemed to enjoy what I showed him…..
Graham seems to be making a habit of splitting his trousers every time we go on a trip far from home. It is always hysterically funny because he just goes with the flow and lets the rip get wider as he climbs about with Beth. People passing by must wonder if he’s noticed!