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Easter
Well, we are at my parents for easter and have had a lovely time. Whats more, I didn’t eat way too much chocolate – woohoo!
Sb and my nephew ran around having a ball. Grandad took them to the park a couple of times to let some energy free, and that worked well. He also took SB to feed the ducks by the river on their won. Its the first time he has had her all to himself like that since he did a mercy mission when she was 9 months with chickenpox. I was really happy!
My migraine eventually disappeared – thank god – and we were all otherwise well.
My Nan dozing more than before, but still happy and we all played scrabble together. She had some lovely cuddles with BB, and was entertained by SB. unsurprisingly she hasn’t voted to live with us, but is aware it is an open invitiation. TBH I am actually v disappointed, as it seemed right for her to live with us. However, if I am keen on having an independent autonomous daughter, I can’t really complain at an independent and autonomous Nan! I will still mention it every now and again, and perhaps have her visit us now and again for a battery recharge.
All in all, lovely time. Will prob add a couple of piccies – partic a nice one of BB after SB had decorated her with body stickers!
Today
SB at nursery in the morning. When we woke up, she was telling me how much she wanted to go to the ostrich farm, and wondered whether we could do it today. I was fairly non-commital and texted the post natal group and they had arranged the farm – how jammy is that!! cue wreaths of smiles from SB when i picked her up from nursery and told her where we were going. Took us ages to get out, as she made all her nursery friends cue up to admire and stroke BB! The farm has a nice indoor play area, as well as some unusual animals outside. she particularly liked the wallaby [wollowpie!] with baby in pouch. Also played well with the postnatal group today without getting left out.
BB def gets bored now, so some effort made in jiggling, wiggling and toys! Still feeds for England, and sleeps well though.
In one of her morning sleeps I wrote my letter to work, enclosing an official looking form requesting to work flexibly. I’ve opted for compressed hours for a 4 day week, in the hopes that they find it more acceptable and say yes. then with time, I might work on losing an afternoon as well. However, a 4 day week sounds like a great place to be at the moment. fingers crossed!
Aunty Margaret visited late afternoon, and had a good cuddle of BB, and read ‘the glass heart’ to SB – which is a lovely book. SHe had bought SB a glass heart for easter, and as luck would have it, is still unbroken! She is keen that we restart putting photoalbums on our webpages when we move, so she can keep up with SB and BB. there is such a lot of things to miss when we move.
Thoughts of the days: still gripped by a riptide of melancholia with regards to time passing, both for children and loved ones. however, even with this as background leitmotif, we have still had a lovely time. I am still determined that I will live as much in present as possible, and enjoy it to the max, disregarding sasdness of return to full time employment and mortality issues. I think I have managed quite well.
want to comment on your last paragraph but there isn’t really much one can say about such things – other than it does sound like you are managing to cope with it all really well.
lots of love for it all …
Mortality issues … I think C and I both hate it every time we leave his grandpa, being aware that however fit and healthy he seems, he is 94, and this could be the last time … I just want another 3 or 4 years with him at least, so Lulah will remember him as well.
Every time I was pregnant, one of my or C’s grandparents died, it was a harsh reminder of the circle of life (rofl, sorry, Lulah has had Lion King on about 8 times today!).
And yes, I think you’re doing pretty brilliantly
that is one of the issues, my daughters knowing and remembering her through there own eyes, not just mine. thanx for positive comments on house sharing lower down btw
I hope you get your wishes for SB and BB to know their relatives themselves. My Dad’s parents both died when I was very young (GF when I was 2, GM when I was 9), My Mum’s parents are both still around but were not very good parents to my Mum and we have not seen my GF for about 10 years. Although my GM is a fairly regular presence in the children’s lives it is one I monitor closely to ensure that she is a positive presence as she can be quite bitter and I don’t want the children drawn into the sort of nonsense with her and my Mum that we were as children.
I would have loved to have known my paternal grandparents – they were excellent parents to my Dad and he still misses then, particularly his mother a lot. I like to think we would have been close if I had gotten to know them and it would have been lovely for them to know that Davies has their name as continuing the name was a big deal to them. I feel a strong connection with that side of the family and we would one day like to end up living in Wales where they were from.
Ady’s father died a few years back although he had long since lost contact and his mother lives quite locally but they have not spoken for many years. His sister died just after Davies was born and we now see his brother a lot but this is a very new relationship and one they are both working on. They all had poor childhoods so there is no grandparents on that side for our children. My parents do their best but do not have the relationship I would love for them to have with the children. I know that between us we are hoping that Davies, Scarlett and the twins will begin the whole big family thing again and hopefully their children will have close relationships with us all as their grandparents.
I do so envy big happy families where the grandparents play such an important role in the children’s lives. Infact your post and my own general musings this week make me determined to push my parents into playing that role a bit more with my children – for everyone’s benefit.
forgot to add in talking about Dad’s Mum that my wedding ring was her wedding ring – one of my most treasured possessions for several reasons. I also love the idea of family traditions and we are instigating many in the hopes that our children adopt them and pass them down to their’s.