I’ve been toying with the idea of doing a couple of posts a week on Georgie’s outfits. Mind-blowing stuff, I know but there are times when my little dude looks so freaking cute in jeans and t-shirts and converse sneakers, I need to tell the world! Georgie has mostly new clothes bought at an intense rate by yours truly. I can’t help myself. And to think i was worried at 4 months pregnant as to how the hell I was going to dress a boy. But I’m loving it. Wouldn’t change it for the world.
One week away was more than enough for me to admit that my baby has become a little boy. In exactly one month from now he will be turning two. Last night, papa and I watched a few -ok, alot!- of videos from when Georgie was just a wee baby. Oh how time has passed. I could’ve sworn a year ago was just yesterday because it feels like that. I am not noticing how fast he is growing. It’s slipping through my hands. But you know what? It’s ok. Because my little dude is becoming a person. An opinionated character with never-ending energy. A day spent with him is a day well spent. He screams at the top of his lungs and runs around in circles. Also he loves jumping from one couch to another or chair or table; whichever is furthest. He helps bring the dirty laundry to the washing machine and even grabs a wet wipe when something needs cleaning! He hugs me every so tightly and kisses me gently on the mouth and then says Mama and I die happy. Right there.
Making masks was nowhere near as much fun as hide and seek was today. We’ve only just started playing with Georgie and it’s got all three of us in fits! Georgie hides in front of the bedroom door, papa throws a sheet over him and then boo! Love these guys.
Through a ring of chaos and stress this past week, this face has managed to keep me smiling, singing and steaming with determination. Anyone who has a happy toddler in their lives, knows what I am talking about. I could’ve easily chosen to spend my evenings in front of the telly, avoid blogging and order take out because that is exactly what I felt like doing. Instead I made lasagna for the first time and finally managed to pull together a little video, which is something I have wanted to do for a very long time. It’s not just about keeping busy and avoiding ill thoughts. It’s about doing something I am proud of and besides this face, I am proud of so much more. Even a plate of lasagna.
[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.
