New year, new start. Really good for mental health as well as fitness and zest for living… apparently. Exceptionally early wake up calls, getting outdoors ASAP to take in the fresh air and biting wind, couple of laps of the perimeter , using mental agility, lots of bending and stretching and all for no subscription or monthly fee. There is unfortunately a rather hefty start up cost. Yep, acquiring The Golden H has all the hallmarks of military boot camp, and at this moment in time, without any of the benefits apart from the obvious; he makes a cute looking housemate. Having reached 12 weeks and 1 day, we’re waiting, albeit not particularly patiently for the Eureka moment when he suddenly realises, we call the shots and he does as he’s told if he wants food and lodgings on a permanent contract. You can tell it’s a long time since we’ve done any kind of hands-on parenting!
Thankfully, there’s enough entertainment with squirrels, dead leaves, dead plant pots, dead footballs and currently live chickens to hold his attention in the garden. In fact, it’s most definitely easier to parent this particular infant outdoors, rather than in. That situation is bringing all kinds of chaos to everyday living. Whose track was ‘Wake me up when it’s all over’? I think I know what it’s referring to…
New Year, new bugs and more than one of the gang have succumbed only 8 days in. The deforestation of the lounge on 12th Night as well as playing Florence Nightingale last week has catapulted the lopper Princess straight out of the office and into her bed. On a plus, if we’re looking for one, she’s managing to avoid the temptation of joining Kev’s Angels for pizza & Prosecco lunches this week. Others are suffering equally, the aftermath of the festive season seems to take no prisoners. Get well soon everyone!
More new beginnings…Baby B is having her first taste of gloop and first boy is proudly wearing first shoes. These are milestones and mill stones. Once you get the taste of real food in this family, there’s no looking back, everyone’s a guinea pig for sugar, (but mostly) spice and all things nice. And once that lad steadies on those feet, the girls had best hang on to their hats because he’ll be coming for them. He has a year and 2 months of catching up to do and his popsicle of a sister is probably going to regret dressing him up in her fave party dress when he was too immobile to complain. Hopefully, it didn’t make Instagram…. yet.
Have you seen my Crocs? 