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Showing posts with label From the mouths of babes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label From the mouths of babes. Show all posts

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

Brotherly Love

My beautiful boys
 
I think it's fair to say that Tom adores his baby brother. He tells me that he loves Alex more than anything else in the world and that he always wants to be with him. He has a photo of Alex that he keeps on his bed and he really wants to share a bedroom with him, though I've tried pointing out that he wouldn't enjoy it very much at the moment Seeing my firstborn son holding his tiny baby brother is a little strange as it doesn't seem like five minutes ago that Tom was an even tinier newborn. Tempus fugit!
 
Tom loves babies and really wants Alex to stay little. He made me laugh the other day when he said to me in all seriousness, "Can you have another baby each time one turns into a kid?". Much as I adore babies, one has to stop somewhere!
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Wednesday, 22 January 2014

Grey Matters

23 weeks and 3 days pregnant 

Mark snapped a couple of pictures of me last Saturday before we went around to visit my father-in-law, who has just had his hip replaced. I was hoping for some nice maternity shots, but unfortunately all I can see is how grey my hair has become! The winter light really brings out those highlights!

I inherited a great many wonderful qualities from my mother's side of the family, unfortunately along with the good things I also inherited the premature grey gene! Everyone on my mum's side of the family starts to go grey very young. I found my first grey hair at the age of 19, which isn't as bad as my poor sister who found her first grey hair at about 14!

My hair is naturally very dark, so the grey is very obvious. I started to dye my hair as close to my natural colour as possible a few years ago, but being pregnant I haven't touched it for months. I don't like to mess around with chemicals when my baby's internal organs are forming! Even though dying your hair whilst pregnant is supposed to be completely safe, I don't like to take any chances for the first few months. However, now that I am 24 weeks pregnant, I am far enough along that I feel comfortable colouring my hair again.

If these photos hadn't been encouragement enough, the observations of my seven-year old daughter would have been. I was sitting down when Lily came and stood beside me. She looked at me a moment and then said in surprise, "Your hair is grey! I thought it was meant to be black.". Hopefully it will be a nice shade of dark brown again soon!

Sadly my little grey cells are all in my hair these days!
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Saturday, 21 April 2012

One for sorrow, two for joy...



The girls were watching birds through the window at their Nanna's house last weekend when Emma suddenly called out excitedly "Look!! A penguin!". I walked to the window and looked out to see a magpie strolling around the lawn. Suffice to say I now can't see a magpie without thinking "Look!! A penguin!". I really hope that if we take her to the zoo she calls out "Look!  A magpie! in the penguin house!
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Monday, 12 March 2012

All change


Driving home from a visit to Mark's parent's last night, we drove past a Mercedes showroom. Suddenly, from the back of the car Tom pipes up, "Can we get rid of our car and get a Mercedes Benz instead?".

That would be nice...if only it were that easy!

Friday, 16 September 2011

Delusions of Grandeur




Watching a children's programme with Emma this morning:

Mr Tumble: "And who lives in Buckingham Palace?"
Emma: "Mummy!"

I wish!