He shrugs his shoulders and walks off. I had just asked him where his shoes are and that’s all I get. Shoulders shrugging. It’s so weird watching Georgie act like a grown up, making grown up expressions and saying grown up things. It makes me laugh. I imagine him as a teenager and even though that comes with a pang of anxiety, it makes me so excited about watching him form a character all his own. My favourite part of the day is when I put him in the bathtub and let him play. He talks to himself. Questions and answers flow and he even changes the tone of his voice according to the dinosaur he has in hand. It might sound like the silliest thing but it is what makes me happy. Georgie, my darling, YOU make me so happy.
motherhood
As much as I like to cook, I have noticed that I tend to avoid complicated recipes. A never-ending list of ingredients scares the shit out of me. I love a good challenge in the kitchen but most days I want to avoid the hassle. That’s why I love quick, simple, get to the point type of recipes. These types are made even better when they don’t break the bank and can be found (or should be) in your pantry, fridge or freezer. This is a great example. You can whip it up in minutes if you have a few eggs, some spinach (frozen will do), a couple of mushrooms and some shredded cheese. It’s filling, healthy and quick. Pop some tomatoes in the oven before you start and enjoy a good old hearty omelette.
Getting a big blackboard hung on the pantry wall is something I have wanted to do since we moved in. Using the veranda wall back in the flat was OK but I wanted the real thing and lots of pieces of chalk!I’ve been picking up chalk font ideas on Pinterest for ages and can’t wait to start putting them to good use. Like designing a big monthly calendar or even a weekly meal planner with scribbles of quick recipes and dessert ideas. Georgie has shown a massive interest in the big black board even though it probably has something to do with suddenly not being screamed at when he’s caught scribbling on the wall. Plus he gets to stand on a stool which is always a toddler favourite! So for now I’m letting Georgie take the stage.
I love the sudden explosion of excitement that comes with a Friday. Today I’m feeling a little more excited than usual after spending a majority of the last two weeks indoors. I think it’s also because I finally have my strength back and can comfortably get back into my indoor-routines with Georgie. Organising, rearranging furniture, fixing things and cleaning, reading and being superheroes. This is what we do indoors. Cheers to good health.
I’m writing this post horizontal in my bed with the worse headache ever, a blocked nose and a sore throat. Accompanying my misery is a cup of basil-thyme-eucalyptus tea, which is cold and beautiful music streaming from Radio Nova , which is interrupted by my awful internet connection. To make matters worse, over the past two days my little dude has had to watch me drooling on the couch, moaning and whining and losing my patience with silly things. I know I should give myself a break but you see, this is the first time since I had Georgie that I have fallen sick. Man, it sucks being ill but being ill and being a mummy is something that I find, really sucks! I hate not being able to play outside with him or kiss him uncontrollably or take him to the park, like I promised. The high point of my misery came last night when I bent down to give Georgie a bath and realised how weak and in pain I was. I cried. I didn’t mean to, of course because Georgie was right there watching me but I couldn’t help it. I just burst into tears. I felt so sorry for myself, I am ashamed to admit. But then in an instant all was gone: a little soul with only two and half years of experience in this world leaned forward, gave me a kiss and brushed the hair out of my face. ‘All better, mummy.’