there is not one thing better at the beginning of the evening than hearing that knock on the front door followed almost instantaneously by the patter of small feet and Eli’s delighted cries of
"Dad" "Dad" "Dad"
echoing down the hallway.
Nothing better than hearing Eli's delicious little boy giggles as his idolised Daddy picks him up.
Nothing better than burying my face into Nics Cams, arms around both my loved ones,
the familiar, strong but not unpleasant smell of jet fuel filling my nose.
And now, curled up on the couch, once again my house is quiet,
I’m contemplating so many things, so many ideas are whirling and whispering through my mind unfortunately I am only able to grasp a few long enough to fully think about them.
Storing Fyn’s Cord Blood?
Gut feelings tell me this is definitely sound insurance into the future health of my little brood. But is it?
Housework, antenatal appointments,
childbirth, playsuits, sewing patterns, playtime ideas for tomorrow to keep active mr active out of mischief.
So many ideas, concepts and flights of fancy.
Eli and I went shopping today.
Once again he charmed the entire shopping centre with his chattiness, Mohawk and constant giggles and radiant smile.
Absolutely smitten with the coin operated cars near the food court, Eli decided that was what he wanted to do- have a ride on a car for 30 seconds at the cost of a whole 2 dollars,
I became one of THOSE mothers, and even though, at the beginning of our shopping trip I’d been adamant I wouldn’t let him, he won and rode two of them!
When we got home I was really feeling little Fyn inside me and he was causing a whole lot of pain on my poor lower back so I enjoyed a nice long (perhaps not as relaxing as I would have hoped) bath, accompanied of course by a certain Eli bug who will never pass up an opportunity to get into water.
Clean, lovely and with myself no longer in pain Eli and I played for sometime in his room as he is still completely fascinated by the dinosaur decals decorating his walls.
Words can’t describe my joy watching him when his eyes lit up and his voice reached fever pitch as he realised finally and delightedly that there are “rawrs” printed upon his doona cover!
Venturing back downstairs it was time for me to start preparing dinner and as Eli had snacked most of the day and Nic was expected home late I decided to just cook Eli bug some mash potato and let him feed himself.
He ate so much and still wanted dessert so I spoilt him and gave him custard with Nutrigrain.
Focussed on dinner and not what my abnormally quiet little cherub was doing I finished the honey soy chicken stirfry and went to check on how much mess Eli had made and had to stop myself from having a ‘wee’ accident!
Elis new trick, when feeding himself (he is a big boy after all) is to fix his own Mohawk.
?? you are asking ?
Oh, I’m all for styling of the hair but Eli had decided that the best gel for his hair was his dinner.
By the time Nic came home Elis head was a pasty mix of nutrigrain, custard and mash potato!
A well earned second bath!
Goodnight All
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