I’ve been feeling a tad underproductive these past few weeks. Always meaning to blog, always meaning to take Georgie on a long drive somewhere nice, always meaning to do this, that and the other. Instead I choose to play the role of couch potato. I’m hoping this phase will be over. Soon. I hate going to bed telling myself that it will all get done tomorrow…
…off to enjoy a relaxing evening watching Friends with Kids. Jon Hamm’s in it. xxx
Georgie is a lucky boy. I am a firm believer in luck and know my child is blessed with so much goodness in his life, I can’t help but be grateful. He has a family who loves him. One that would die for him. I read and hear about children being abandoned or neglected everyday all around the world and realize that anything beyond love and health is simply embellishment in the life of a child. Don’t get me wrong. I know how important a new toy is but isn’t a walk to the park just as special to a two-year old? Georgie is lucky he has a papa who works so very hard to give him everything including a mummy who can be with him everyday. I hope he will grow up to appreciate the little things as well as the more expensive.
-climb everything and anything! Benches, tables, chairs, washing machines, dogs, people.
– shout and hit you whenever you pull them away from something like a staircase.
– insist on emptying the shampoo bottle on the floor.
-insist on emptying EVERYTHING on the floor.
– find it absolutely hilarious when there’s yoghurt and rice all over them. And the dog …who is lurking around the highchair relishing said yoghurt and rice bombings.
Sunday marked a fun day for kids in Nicosia. Apart from the Flying Away Festival, Little Kickers also had a little something planned at one of the parks. It was a hot and humid day made bearable by the big old trees and the shade they provided but everyone managed to have a lot of fun. I still feel Georgie is too young to enjoy half of the activities I try to get him involved in but he does seem to enjoy himself. Even if that includes staring at strangers and insisting on throwing all the felt tip pens in the air. Having said that I am noticing how much he is taking in- I wish I could explain this to him because a lot of the time I feel we’re not communicating. He is beginning to observe and COPY! ALOT! The other day, I gave him a tap on the head with a little box while we were playing and before I knew it- yes, you guessed it- he was whacking me AND THE DOG on the head! He’s definitely more lively now than he was six months ago but I can’t help but melt like butter every time he puts his arms around me or pats his chest when I hand him a snack. When he knocked over a stand full of stickers in a bookshop today, I wasn’t even thinking about picking them up. The first thing I said to myself was That’s it! No more kids for me. I swear. Sometimes it’s just so hard but then I think of all those little girls I see and how I still hope one day I will have one too. Who doesn’t want an excuse to put on fairy wings and jump around? (er, what?) To be completely honest though, I feel absolutely fulfilled with my little dude. I am grateful. I feel lucky. And I love him. So very very much.