[vimeo clip_id= http://www.vimeo.com/57091005 w=500&h=281] Since my mum is away, I’ve taken on a double duty watching my sister’s little one, Achilleas, while she’s at work. Just 23 days older than Georgie and with a mighty temper, I woke up at 6.30 on Monday morning to welcome A expecting the worse. But bloody hell, how wrong was I! Give them paints and you can bake a big batch of chocolate chip cookies with minimal intervention as well as check your e-mails. I loved spending time with them, watching them interact, becoming mini men.
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It’s uncommonly cold here on the island. I’ve been running errands all day -including changing my hair colour; natural hues were inspiring me- and relishing the moments of wooly hats and warm leggings. We did some shopping in the morning because I needed to stock up on all-in-ones for Georgie. He’s outgrowing everything! I picked up a few long-sleeved t-shirts from Benetton -including this awesome black Thor shirt- as they had a 50% discount and some pj’s from Debenhmas. A Happy Meal was our food of choice for lunch and an early afternoon nap followed shortly after. Wrap up warm, guys. There might be a chance of snow!
My parents left for London this afternoon. My daddy needs surgery. Sigh. I have been writing and deleting wondering if this is something i truly want to share here on the blog. But you know what? It is. Because this is a trying time for my family and this blog is about both the good times and bad that I know all families have. The photos are a reminder to me and Georgie that despite these difficult times, we were surrounded by loved ones. And that’s all that matters.
I was washing the dishes when I heard Georgie saying ‘ello’ back to the TV and then repeating the word ‘apple’. My little dude is growing. Fast. He mumbles all sorts and is building a vocabulary all his own. I really cannot wrap my head around the fact that soon we will be having conversations and he’ll be blowing my mind with the kind of childish fantasy I crave in life. He says the word ‘ne’ – Greek for yes- in a number of voices and tones depending on the question. He can name both grandmothers. He calls his auntie Soula ‘Sasa’ and screams ‘BAAAA’ every time a bus goes by.
This morning I was huffing and puffing about the dog relieving himself on my Cath Kidston bag when I turned on the computer and saw a sweet comment in my box. Little Love Nest nominated this blog for a Liebster Award! Thank you! Although I could barely find anything about this award after a quick search, it sounds like a fun and cool way to learn more about the WordPress blogging community. Happy dance, people!