A quick update

I was hoping to get the playhouse finished this week but its been an incredibly traumatic one so no progress has been made. I'm not sure I'm ready to write all the details here yet as it will make it seem too real and my poor little heart may not be able to cope. The short story is: Jack got sick, and then sicker and ended up in Intensive Care but is fine now and we are all home. Hopefully, normal service will be up and running soon xx

Trying not to take it personally

Today was my first day at work for over a year. Jack spent the day with his Fairy Godmother, Sarah at the Botanical Gardens and had a great time. When I got home I was looking forward to being greeted with a smile and some excitement (in much the same way he greets his father everyday). But no. Not even a flicker of recognition. Not even a smile. And when I picked him up for a cuddle he just wanted to get down and play.

I'm trying very hard not to take it personally. And I know that I should be happy that he is so well adjusted and confident that he can spend the day with someone he hardly knows and not be miserable. But I kinda would have liked him to miss me a little bit. And be a small bit excited to see me. I feel a little dejected and rejected.

Oh well. I'll probably be soon complaining that he wont settle at nursery or something similar.

Spoilt

Having had a baby-free morning on Monday and a baby-free afternoon yesterday, I am struggling with the prospect of having a baby-full day today. There is much to be done (including some reading and sleeping) and it is all so much harder when there is a small boy to entertain.

It a good job I love the little guy. And here are some reasons why (this is as much to motivate me to get out of bed as it is for your benefit):

* those great big chubby cheeks that wobble around when we're driving in the car

* the most laboured attempt at crawling (read squirming on his belly and sometimes managing to move forward a centimetre or two) I have ever seen

* that beautiful cheeky smile

* the enthusiasm with which he soaks everyone present at bathtime

* the great big slobbery kisses (with tongues) that he likes to give

Ok, whinge over. I realise how fortunate I am to be able to spend so much time with my son (but just so I don't feel too guilty - does anyone else ever feel the same way about life as a mother?). Today, I will cherish him and cherish the time that we have together. And off we go to the Teddy Bears Picnic with a smile on both of our faces.

Playhouse Progress Report

So, the birthday is fast approaching (8 days) and there is much still to do. I have taken some photos to show you where I am at and if I had the time they would be beautifully annotated so that you would know what is to come. But I don't so you'll just have to wait and see.

We went to the zoo and we saw...

Here and there

While we were away, camping, I learnt a few things. As a result, I have made a few changes around the place.

Firstly, I moved the TV out of the lounge into our new TV room (old dining room). This is to encourage me not just to veg out in front of the TV of an evening, and maybe even have a conversation or two with Simeon. I have also been trying not to get sucked in by The Internet (how easy it is to lose an hour or two there), which is why I've not been here very often.

In addition to the Great Room Switcheroo, I have been busily working on the soon-to-be lodgers room. It is very nearly finished and looks amazing. Just need to find someone to live there now.

And, if that wasn't enough to keep me busy, the mother-in-law has been staying this week. We had a glorious day out at the zoo (thunder, lightening, torrential rain, and lots of monkeys).

That's enough meandering from me. Time to cook some dinner for the boy.

We survived!

So, we survived a week camping and actually, surprisingly, enjoyed ourselves. There is much to say about the week but I am currently in the middle of painting the spare room and moving the TV out of the lounge (more on that later).