This was the first time Baby D has ventured off the rug and into the wilds of our garden. The grass hasn’t been dry enough to cut since we moved in so it’s overgrown by normal standards, but the children love it. Scrip keeps picking dandelions and daisies for ‘Mother’s Day’ (bit late!) and D is enjoying the feeling of the grass. A happy, sunny afternoon this week.
Second babies – they’re never as late as first ones, are they? That seemed to be the general consensus. That and how quickly it could all happen once it started (music to my ears since my first experience was six days of pre-labour contractions). No one seemed to disagree. That is until my last midwife appointment, when she asked how late my first was (10 days). She replied ‘get ready for some waiting – usually the second follows the same pattern’.
And only then it dawned on me – of course it could do. I could still be waiting another week. Or even longer! And, like with so many life events, we have pretty much no control over when it’s going to start.
So here I am, 4 days over and trying not to dwell (despite the blog post). I’m even enjoying trialling Continue reading
We promised Scrip a sandpit after the gardeners moved out and the mess and the dust sheets were all gone (although to be honest, she seemed pretty excited by all of that, not to mention the frequent tea rounds). Towards the end of the work she started asking when they’d be finished building her sandpit, which we gently tried to Continue reading
We’re about to get our garden re-done, which is very exciting and will hopefully make it a better space for Scrip to play in (I already have my eye on some small wooden sandpits). When I say garden, I mean more of a small yard, but we have plants and veg and even a tiny shed which will hopefully survive the makeover.
We’re moving back borders to create more space for a small pink car to be trundled around or even more muddy puddles to be created. And for us we’ll have a bigger area for a decent sized table and chairs so we can hopefully spend more time out there all together. If this week’s anything to go by we can eat out there in the evenings, too.
I love being in the garden and I’m trying to encourage Scrip to as well. So on my Mondays off I try and make sure we go out there if it’s nice and a few evenings a week we go out there together and water the plants. She’s got pretty proficient with the hose now and she finally understands it’s called a hose and not a ‘ho’ when she yells about it as soon as we get outside (‘where’s the ho?’). This evening she even proved that she could put her thumb over the end and spray the plants (and mummy) with it. We’ve grown some sunflowers together, which she seems interested in, and we have a look at all the creepy crawlies like snails (unfortunately there are plenty to look at), ladybirds, spiders and bees.
She’s also learnt the ‘thumbo rule’ – that she’s not allowed to suck her thumb after touching anything outside before her hands have been washed well indoors. And she’s learning the picking rule – she can pick bits of certain plants like rosemary (which she loves to smell) but not everything and particularly not the beautiful David Austin rose buds… That one she’s still mastering, sadly.
I’ll be away when the gardening work starts so I’m hoping for a transformation when I come back. Then we can make a little girl with a bucket and spade very happy indeed.