|I walk but I don't run. That would be a danger to society...|
My main sporting event is blowing Malteasers in the air with a straw and seeing how long I can keep them up for. If that was an olympic sport, I think I'd be the Usain Bolt of straw/chocolate blowing. I think it goes back to my didgeridoo lessons when I was a hippy chick in my 20s and I learnt how to circular breathe.
I had a weird didgeridoo teacher. His chopped off dreadlocks hung from his bedroom light bulb like a hirsute chandelier and he (dressed as a wizard...I kid you not) used to get me to sit on his bed and would then hold my tummy to "feel me circular breathe" for an hour and then I paid him £20...hmmmmm looking back, maybe that was wrong. The Husband wasn't best pleased, that's for sure.
Anyway I digress, the athletic Princess is 9 on Friday. I cannot believe it. How can this be? We've arranged a party for her and I need to do all the present wrapping tomorrow. I can't believe in four years she will be a teenager. It makes me very wistful for the past few years. I want them back.
|My best girl|
I don't REALLY want all my time back to myself. I have the rest of my life for that. I want my children to remain small. I want us to always be this close. For the Husband and I to keep making them laugh in that infectious way. I don't want bath times to end. Or story times. I still read to her for up to half an hour each night. She gets a back massage and a chapter or two of whichever Jacqueline Wilson book she's reading and we talk about her day. That's after I've read The Gruffalo a thousand times to the Prince.
I want to cherish all of these moments. I don't want the Prince to grow up either. How can he start school next year?! He's little. He still can't even say the word "massive" (he says "maffiss").
Here are my little family having afternoon tea by the sea at the weekend. I was outside smelling the salty air....ahhh!
Anyway, that is how I am feeling right now, as I sit here watching "I'm a (Z list) Celebrity" and some trollop off Corrie is eating snake gonads or something (not really listening if I am honest, to be honest I am actually thinking about what is in the cupboard that I could eat...)
I have just had the inlaws for four nights. It was busy, it was hectic, but we had some great moments:
|Sunday afternoon coffee view|
|Yo! Me and the MIL (nearly wrote MILF...yikes)|
|A very skinny scarf.....for an anorexic snake probably|
And these vintage Delia Smith books. £1 each. How cool...
|How young does she look?|
|Look at that dress!|
Then the MIL and I snuck off without boys and kids for two hours so we could go to a vintage Christmas fair. It was great and in the village which my street borders on. It was full of charm and fairy lights and sweet homemade gifts.
|Chill out room|
|Apparently the host got a whole matching tea set from a cherry tree shop #weljel|
Merry Mincepies everyone. Chink chink.
PS I am now sniggering about my didgeridoo teacher...and the look on the Husband's face when I explained what my "lesson" involved. #naive