After a wonderful half term both little man and I have been super poorly. I have severe tonsillitis and he has an awful virus that won’t shift. Been cooped up indoors since Sunday.
After work, Daddy took little man into the garden for a bit of fresh air.
Stones have always been fascinating to little man and I love how he is so focused and engaged in his surroundings.
It is also an opportunity for him to throw stones around and have that bit of freedom that toddlers crave to just let loose.
A few hours after this little man was very unwell and so we are back to being inside and regular medicines.
We will both be wild from fighting infections next week!
Half term is such a joy, being a teacher means early mornings, late evenings and very short moments with little man during the week.
Half term is a week of unadulterated fun and family time and nothing beats it.
A trip to Exeter to stay with friends provided the perfect opportunity for some beach exploration. Is it just me or is there something magical about the sea?
Wellies are by far my favourite item to always have to hand for little man – every opportunity to jump in puddles should be taken in my book!
And the all important paddle can still happen pre-warm weather with no worrying about wet socks or trousers!
The seaside also provides the perfect backdrop for photos that speak of a moment and tell a story. This is us, embracing life, creating experiences that spark joy. This is my wild one.
So this weather, the cold, the damp, the chill in your bones, makes you want to hibernate all over again even though you had slowly been convincing yourself that Spring is indeed coming.
The problem with hibernating for me is two-fold. One, I get cabin fever being cooped up inside for too long and two, I have a 2 year old boy. Neither of these things are conducive to staying inside.
Before I had a child I was not what you would describe as ‘outdoorsy’ my leaving the house to avoid cabin fever would constitute going to a coffee shop or somewhere else indoors. This has changed somewhat.
Luckily, Grandpa obligingly has an allotment.
And said allotment is just through a little gate at the back of his garden. This makes it close enough to civilisation ( a fully working toilet plus warm house) for me to cope.
All in ones/puddle suits are also amazing as you can pretty much cover your child in waterproof, wipe clean material that means mud etc don’t cause an issue.
So an adventure outside but close enough to civilisation and without having to worry about dirty clothes.
It was cold, it was damp and I could feel the chill in my bones but it was also fun, exhilarating and something to spark joy.
The term ‘outdoorsy’ may be one I’m willing to cultivate as part of who I am.
Half term has arrived and with it conjunctivitis for little man. When I arrived home after work yesterday he looked like he had done a few rounds in the boxing ring. Thankfully the eye drops are helping but when you’re 2 years old and constantly touching your face and eyes it is no fun at all.
We had a 5:30am start this morning. Mornings like these I am grateful that we have catch up tv and Bing on series record. It was a morning of television and snuggling and dozing.
CBeebies whether you love it or hate it does serve an excellent purpose on days like this especially if you steer what is watched.
Little man then perked up after his eye drops and a quiet start to the day.
I had a few messages from a friend going through a bit of a rough patch and was able to send love and encouragement. Taking the time to be thoughtful in my responses and make sure they knew I was completely for them all the way.
Another friend visited us and we spoke for a while about a very difficult and heartbreaking situation and took the time to listen and to care and not offer any solution or way forward as sometimes there just isn’t one and it has to be worked through and out in a messy way.
We went to spend time with friends we haven’t seen for a long while and were able to reconnect and let them know they are still very much a part of who we are.
Today it has been about making time to listen and to talk. For a while, I had neglected doing that. Living only in my head and not being fully myself or really letting anyone in.
Today was about being open and being confident in who I am, not shying away from the world.
Today was about letting people know they are loved and important and cared for deeply.
I returned to work today after being signed off for a week with an injury I sustained at work.
Back to leaving the house early, just after little man has woken up and returning with just a short time before his bedtime.
The weekdays allow only very limited amounts of time with him. Returning home carrying the weight of a workday on my shoulders and wanting to just collapse onto the sofa and have a bit of headspace and quiet; versus arriving home fully present and making some moments however small.
Tonight I was greeted with a delighted squeal of ‘mummy!’ and a wide-armed bear hug that righted every wrong in the world.
We made coffee.
We played ‘pancakes’
We did some puzzles.
We relaxed in the rocking chair.
We made some moments and we made them count.