We are more than halfway through the summer holidays. Georgie’s first day at school is looming in the background of my mind. Yet it did not manage to spoil these purely magnificent days and nights we have spent with friends and family. Cold, miserable weather is more my cup of tea but man, I am learning to enjoy summer and I love it. Georgie has been on his best behaviour even after late nights and long days at the beach. I could not be prouder of him. We spent three days beachside and even though my camera was within reach, I just wasn’t interested. Instead I rode the ferris wheel with my heavenly baby at the fun park and rolled around in the sand with him on the beach. He is absolute joy and I am savouring every moment with him. Among our other summer activities are: celebrated papa’s birthday, took boat rides, barbeque’s in the rain, did yoga under a pine tree. And also welcomed my sister’s new baby boy. He arrived early and is absolutely perfect. Welcome to the family darling boy.
motherhood
Last time we began with parenthood musings from Denmark. This time Finnish babies sleeping in cardboard boxes and the unbelievable gift packages ALL mothers receive from the government is inspiring.
A lengthy yet fascinating article on why all the cartoon mothers are dead.
Don’t praise them for being smart. Praise them for being hard workers. Where do you stand?
Our day was nearing the end and I had been toying with the idea of splat painting since the morning. I decided our cold concrete garden wall was in need of colour so Georgie and I headed out, armed with paints, soft balls and a roll of paper. Warning: this is extremely messy. It involves paint. Splatting. If you are game anyway, of course you don’t need a concrete wall to begin. Tape some paper on the wall or hang a big piece of cloth that needs cheering up. The end result is so good and it was fun for both of us. I think we’ll be doing it again soon but this time with another batch of colours.
I have a specific picture of Gwen Stefani and her oldest son in my mind. The only reason I have the image stuck in there is because at the moment the picture was taken she was exiting a nail salon with Kingston. Her nails were painted red. His were painted black. Gasp! Shock! Horror! For a few seconds, I was confused. Was this OK?
Displaying Georgie’s art has been on my list of things-to-do for an embarrassingly long time. I have a folder where I keep not only Georgie’s musings but also my godson’s and niece and nephew’s. But there’s always one favourite hanging on the side of the fridge or sitting clumsily on the blackboard in the pantry. So it was about time I got some wire, two nails and a few pegs and created a little art corner.