OK, so we’d survived the night of all of us in one room. Just about.
And we’d had an incredible holiday in Austria (more in future posts).
But we really hit a low point with the security check on the way back. I mean, we’ve only been flying for twenty years…
Well it actually happened.
Sarah not only turned up at the bottom of the aisle but she sauntered down with a huge smile on her face and tied the knot with Rick.
And I even managed to remember the rings that made it official.
That’s how long it’s been since I first met my best mate Rick at high school, complete with a cocky look on his face and a rather dodgy hairstyle. (or was that me?)
Now he’s well into his 30s, his hair has improved slightly and he still likes to wind people up – in a push-your-luck kind of way.
Today he’s getting married – how did it come to this??
First with Sophie and now with Harry I have signed myself up to the “dream feed” – a late evening bottle to give them a boost and stop them waking my wife up earlier than she needs on the night shift.
It’s always been a special time of bonding with the children, where I can do my bit to help out and look after them in a way they absolutely need.
Six months in though and the parameters have changed and my body is starting to feel the pace…
On this day ten years ago, I was feeling ill and rather sorry for myself when a young lady who I’d been on a couple of dates with rocked up at my house.
She had brought with her some feel-better goodies – chocolate, orange juice – and then took advantage of my sorry state to ask if I was ready to “make it official on Facebook.”
Our first ever photograph together
The rest, as they say, is history.
I realise that blog title makes me sound like I did a really sacrifical thing for Mothers Day this year.
Conscious of my wife’s incredible mothering, I gave her a day off and looked after the children all day, by myself.
That’s a little misleading…
Half-term can be a wonderful thing. An opportunity to get a breather from normality and have a bit of time with the children (saying “children” is still taking a bit of time to get used to).
Last week, I was off school and with my wife still on maternity leave it gave the perfect opportunity to catch up with some old friends who we’d not seen in a while.
And what a privilege it was too.
Change is always tricky to manage, especially all the emotions and frustrations that come hand-in-hand with it.
Imagine if you’re not even three years old yet. That can’t be easy.
Harry has just started a Baby Sensory class with my wife on a day when Sophie is at nursery.
Run by an old friend of ours, Rachel, Hartbeeps has been a great experience for him (and my wife), especially if the array of outfits, comedy headgear and smiling photographs is anything to go by.
I’ve not been yet but my sole experience of Baby Sensory – or Toddler Sensory more like – was at a third birthday party of Sophie’s nursery friend recently.
I’ve really enjoyed blogging this year – thanks so much to those of you who read it on a regular basis.
As 2016 wraps up, I wanted to showcase my favourite five posts of 2016 and reflect on some of the memories they evoked. Which one will be top?
Thanks again and see you in the New Year!