Baby JD is now an eight month old crawling-standing-cruising baby. In the last week, tooth number 3 has arrived with toot number 4 about to make an appearance. It is a painful process so he has been a bit ill with lots of cuddles required to get through the past week. Irrespective, he is a much much better sleeper than he was in much earlier blog posts. I should write a separate post on that to help other parents struggling with baby’s sleeping pattern. During the day, Baby JD can often be found clinging on to my legs (which always makes housework tricky when we’re alone), others you’ll find him being merrily entertained by his Number 1 fan (Missy) or being lulled to sleep by Daddy Bunny. Yesterday, JD and I had a lovely lunch with my colleagues at Harris & Hoole. As he slept in the back seat of the car on the way home, I thought about my sweet little boy everyone was co-ing over yesterday. He has nothing but love to give. we have nothing but love for him.
I love him even though he headbutted me so hard last week that I had a badly bruised lower lip for days. I love him even though when he does the occasional massive poo, I secretly wish that someone else, ANYONE else, was home so I could pass on nappy duty (muhahaha). Missy loves him even though he’s always eagerly dashing towards her or her orderly ‘big girl’ toys when she just wants some quiet study time or play time. My mother loves him even though he enters her home, wrecks her living room, crawls over all the barriers put in his way then leaves (her glass top coffee table is a big attraction at the moment). Daddy Bunny is always, cool as a fan and takes the big poos, ankle grabbing, in his stride and talks to his little boy about all sorts.
Sweet little boy. and a shout out to him for sleeping longer between night feeds. So glad those sleepless nights are largely over.
We’re full swing into the final week of
the summer term Missy’s first year of school. woop woop
I recall a warm cloudy day in Sept 2013. Missy was chattering away excitedly, skipping between Daddy Bunny and I (me with a 7mth old bump in tow), as we walked towards her school gates on her first day of school. She is bright, sociable and very confident and true to form, she settled well into school with a wide mix of friends across school.
It’s been a whirlwind of a school year but as we’ve gotten off on good start with phonics and all areas of the curriculum, navigated school politics, the umpteen parent workshops, school trips, newsletters, PTA events and fayres, it’s time to say farewell to Reception. We have had a very good teacher and teaching assistant but she is looking forward to starting Year 1, has met her new teacher and visited her new classroom.
Missy starts her final week of this term with an end of year party at school today. We’ve baked some banana cake and lemon cupcakes as our contribution to the party feast. A few mums and I are having an end of year picnic in the park (yes, yes we find any excuse to meet up). The weather has been very kind too.
As Missy looks forward to starting Year 1 in Sept 2014, I am working through the family targets for the year ahead, among which includes my return to work later this year, with Baby JD starting nursery after his 1st birthday in Nov 2014. Besides serious targets, we have more fun stuff like birthdays (mine in Oct, JD & Daddy Bunny in Nov, Missy’s on New Year’s Eve) and of course, the C-word, Christmas.
That’s why I’m easy, I’m easy like Sunday morning.
Oops, no, I didn’t mean to singalong to Lionel Richie’s Easy song but this pretty much sums up how the Bunny family felt this morning. Sometime between us clearing our breakfast dishes and getting ready to go visit my mum, we decided we would go out for a walk down Walthamstow Marshes, a nature reserve which lies within Lee Valley Park. Yes, Yes, we thought, we know we’ve got tonnes to do at home before we leave for my mum’s, but what the heck, let’s go. And in 20seconds, a decision was made and off we went, all four of us, on a easy breezy Sunday morning walk. Perhaps I should have taken more photos, but I didn’t. So here’s my measly attempt.
Hope you’ve all had a wonderful weekend.
This weekend, the Bunny family went our first camping trip. Daddy Bunny recalls lots of happy camping memories from his childhood in North America, but it never quite appealed to me. I did try to convince friends to join us on a camping trip a few years ago (I figured going with friends and other kids will make it more bearable for all) but my attempt failed and I just never bothered again.
Roll on a few years, our school PTA organised an annual family camping trip to Debden House. After much deliberation and encouragement from other mums over bottles of wine one night, we signed up and off we went, on what was predicted to be a very wet weekend. And oh my, what a joy it was. Even the weather was very kind to us and was very hot and sunny during the day. It was so joyous to watch the kids (about 30-40 families from school in our cordoned off area) having a whale of a time playing freely, parents hurdled around the BBQ, marshmallows and jokes around the bonfire, topped off with a late night organised walk around the woods which had the kids shrieking with excitement before they all crashed into their tents, fast asleep with the beautiful sounds of the raindrops falling on our tents.
It was A LOT of gear to pack for just a short trip. We had a borrowed tent, sleeping mats, sleeping bags, warm clothes, wellies and some food supplies. Not sure what we could have done without, will give that some thought before our next camping trip. Yes, there will be another one, sooner than you might think :o)