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Friday, 23 May 2014

Friday Quicktakes


Gorgeous girlie!
1. I looked after my delicious niece Rosa overnight this week, and I had a bit of a moment when I realised that mashed up vegetables, car seats, nappies,  bottles, bibs and naptimes are all things of the past in our house. I mean I knew this, of course I did, and yet for the longest time my days were punctuated by naps  and feeds, and nappy changes and now they've taken on a different shape...not necessarily better, or worse, but different.

 I now have little pockets of time at times of the day that I never had before. Take now, for instance- I'm writing this in a quiet house before I grab my keys and rush off to lift Luke from nursery- even a year ago, that wouldn't have happened. Similarly, my precious quiet evenings that I looked forward to, sometimes from noon on a particularly 'challenging' day, and guarded so jealously that I resented even answering the phone, are now filled with teenagers making late snacks, hogging the  TV and endlessly FaceTiming their buddies.







Oh my goodness...there's my feet! (in Fly London FYI)
2. On Wednesday,  I took Luke to meet his P1 teacher and see his new classroom for the first time. All around me were first time mothers and fathers, blinking at the novelty of it all, scarcely able to believe that their first born was actually going to school. There were baby bumps and toddlers on hips and I realised that I was one of the older mums, an old hand who rocked in fashionably late, timing it perfectly to miss the headmaster's speech and the traffic jam in the car park.

Old. I saw it in their eyes when they asked how many kids I had and what their ages were, and as they shook their heads in wonder because 'big school' and teenagers was like light years away. I wanted to tell them that it wasn't that long ago I was exactly where they are now, and it wouldn't be too long at all before they stood in my shoes too. But I didn't, and they wouldn't have believed me even if I had. I just gazed wistfully at my baby as he played happily with the teapot house and understood that unlike them, P1 would for me be a series of lasts, not firsts.



3. Yikes, midlife crisis anyone? On a lighter note, Dora the dog is obsessed, OBSESSED with zhu zhu pets- those annoying electric hamster things that get under your feet and squeak a lot? Well, the younger kids have a selection  of them- at £1 each in Home Bargains- I pushed the boat out- and she just tracks them all around the house.

There's been a few casualties too- I came across two that had been mauled- wires hanging out, squeaking stuck on a loop, clumps of fur all around- it was a crime scene-so they've taken to hiding them in high places. Here's Dora tortured with longing, leaping up and down knowing that her nemesis is hiding just behind the picture...she stayed like this for an entire hour.  



4. Call me a saddo, but tonight we're off to see Bagatelle - they're playing in tent at the top of our road as part of the annual GAA festival and I'm VERY excited. I've never seen them live before and they are legends- an old school local band that provided the soundtrack to long ago days. *faraway look*  Many's a snog I enjoyed with 'Summer in Dublin' playing in the background and I remember listening to their Greatest Hits album on cassette as I 'revised' for my finals....good times.

5.So, given this, Boogie in the Car Seat this week has to be Bagatelle. Enjoy my lovelies, and have a good weekend, Em xxx

4 comments:

  1. I remember it was you in P! and me doing the 'lasts'. And as for evenings alone - I think maybe in another 5 -10 years for me...lol

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  2. I was just trying to think is lasts were more emotional than firsts?! I will be one of the mummies doing the first visit in a few weeks, i always wondered why people got so choked up about it until it was happening to me! And no i don't believe you about the teenagers thing - mine are never going to get that big!
    Hope you and your brood are all doing well lovely xxx

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  3. I do know the last thing. When it's your first you want them to do everything first, when the last baby comes and you know it, then you take your time, no rushing. Mind you the years between 16-19 I could totally rush…but I digress. Our last baby I swear my husband and I always carried him, I have no idea how old he was when he learned to walk (might have something to do with not letting him ;)) I know when my youngest started kindergarten the realization hit that I'm the "old Mummy" that kinda smacked me upside the head because I wasn't really thinking that until then! The lasts are a wee bit emotional I think because it's not just the last child but the last of your (dare I say it ) youth that is walking off with that last child.
    cheers

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  4. I cannot look after other people's babies it sends me into a crazy state of broodiness which terrifies my husband! lol ;) x

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