Tales of the unexpected with The Boy, my pride and joy.
My garden. Beyond The (splashing) Boy you will see lush, green leaves and the bushes and tress flourishing. As is the grass. Unfortunately it's at least six inches long and hasn't been cut in three weeks. The flowerbeds are full of weeds that I can't get out to to remove. His toys stand there looking forlorn begging to be played with, while raindrops glisten like diamonds before plopping onto the waterlogged lawn. And it's the 7th July.
This Summer sucks.
Lately I've started to realise just how quickly our babies grow up to be their own person. I know it's come about with the prospect of school next year and so I am making more of an effort to remember the little moments.
The Boy celebrated his third birthday last month and I decided to follow Emma from A Matter of Choice's lead and video him answering a set twenty questions. What resulted was a fantastic moment in time, really showing off his personality and voice at this age.
What would be on your child's photo?
For me the best part of any day is when I get to spend time one-to-one with my little boy.
Continuing the Instagram theme, The Boy helped me unpack and scan the shopping before putting it away. I love how little ones like to help do jobs around the house, especially the stuff that we normally hate doing!
Today started with the rain pelting against the bedroom window. Marvellous! After such a lovely day yesterday we were going to have to put up with rain spoiling our plans to work in the garden. I may as well just give up trying to sort out any weeds or plants, as it will be October before it's dry enough to make it look vaguely attractive.
After a leisurely morning pottering around the house, we headed out to one of The Boy's favourite places; the local softplay centre. Never again! The less said about that, the better.
When we emerged from the dingy, smelly pit, it was brilliant sunshine and glorious blue skies, so we headed to a beautiful park in a nearby town that I haven't been to for twenty years. While there, The Boy was able to practise his bike riding a little more. Considering it's only his fourth time riding it, he really picked up speed very quickly and scared the hell out of me in the process. I was so impressed with him for pedalling and steering so efficiently, he only had one tumble and that was because of a small pothole.
After he'd had enough of pedalling (and my stress levels couldn't take anymore), he decided to have a race with daddy, competing in the 100 metres with a good time of 37 seconds. Clearly going to be a cross country runner like his daddy.
A potentially boring day was saved by the Summer sun, it makes you realise how much better you can feel with the sun caressing your skin and bird song in the air.
God only knows what's happened to the sound on this video, apologies.
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