Bed times with Little Dink have always been a tricky thing. When tiny he would breast feed to sleep then I’d play the fun came of trying to put him down with out waking him up or getting my arms stuck underneath him, this rarely went well. Then when we couldn’t take it anymore we got tough and started controlled crying which kind of worked but was pretty heart breaking.
Light then shown at the end of a beautiful tunnel, well from the face of a toy lion. Wonderful, wonderful friends gave use a musical lion head that played some great tunes that seemed to sooth the savage beast at bed time. So for a while now bed times have been fairly good with only the odd bit of crying and grumpy shouting.
Until tonight. Tonight the lion died. No music is happening and there is shouting aplenty happening. That is one unhappy little boy up stairs who, hopefully, will be asleep soon and not be completely traumatised by the lack of lullabies.
Either that or this is probably the start of the end of the world.
Have just had my last five year old hug from Spud as tomorrow she will be six and ever so grown up.
She has spent all day (week) telling me of the things she will do when she is six. These are clearly for serious and grown up things but the most important one seems to be that she will be able to use all hand dryers without being scared of the noise they make.
Having one of those silly moments of feeling like it was only yesterday that I was in the hospital having my first dose of induction drugs to get her moving. Well at the same time slightly panicking that before I know it she’ll be off to secondary school, wearing make up and being told that, ‘there is no way you are leaving this house dressed like that!’ As she stomps off to her room slamming every door on the way.
Luckily though she is not so grown up that she doesn’t want her Dad to tuck her in bed at night and calling me Mummy is still okay with extra big squidgy hugs included.
So this month has been full to bursting with GCSE exam marking, general life and sickness bugs galore.
But possibly the most dramatic event was the almost disaster that struck the other day. Thought I’d get some sewing done and alter a summer dress for Spud. A nice quick job that shouldn’t cause any stress at all. Then disaster struck! My machine wasn’t working properly. Stiches not catching, big ball of thread just gathering at the back of the cloth. I tried everything I knew how to get it sorted but nothing worked. I’m not ashamed to say it but I cried a few tears of frustration and distress.
Then in steps super mum! Armed with her trusty sewing machine tool kit she carefully took it apart, cleaned it up and now it’s working like a dream again. Mum’s really are the best.
As we approach June I’ve been starting to think about what I’ll want to wear to my cousin’s wedding. I always like to wear something in my hair for a wedding but don’t want to go too OTT. With this in mind I wanted to try my hand and making a flower to wear in my hair. Rather pleased with how it has turned out and now looking forward to getting to celebrate.
Finally got back behind the sewing machine the other week. Mogg put me together this rather lovely little corner in our bedroom which now means that I don’t have to take over the dinner table every time I want to take up a pair of trousers.
In celebration of the new sewing space and the up turn in the weather I took and old maternity top of mine, which has been hanging around for about 6 years now, and turned it into a cute little summer dress for Spud.
So yesterday Mogg and I headed back to the bungalow for a final clean through and a few trips to the dump. Having moved away at Christmas and settled into the new place I figured this would be just a simple trip. Turns out I’m a bit of an emotional thing and yesterday was really rather sad.
There are many things I will miss about Aberystwyth, my friends , the sea front, the joy of watching the fathers of first year students carry around TV’s or computer monitors (honestly people of Aberystwyth next September look out for the dads with monitors it’s surprisingly entertaining). But with these things in mind my overall feeling of regret was that we are moving away from the house we had brought Spud and Little Dink home to when they were teeny tiny babies fresh from the hospital. We had a lot of firsts in that house and to know that we won’t be back there again had me tearing up though I guess that could have been the fumes from the oven cleaner.
Anyway onward and upwards. New things are happening still and we will have a lot of firsts where we are now for example Little Dink has started walking which is rather exciting whilst at the same time hilarious; he falls on his bum a lot and always looks so pleased about it all. Plus Spud declared just the other day that her ‘eye balls are sweating’ so that is something new to deal with.
Having moved just before Christmas and been living with my folks for just over a month we have now moved into our own place. Spud now gets to walk to school each morning rather than a rather long car journey with her dad and seems to be loving the new school. Little Dink is into everything and starting to walk unaided, managing about 5 steps at a time. He is a determined little thing and gets rather irked if thinks aren’t going his way, I foresee his toddler years being interesting.
Though we haven’t finished unpacking, and I’ve not done any sewing since before Christmas, things are feeling more normal. Hopefully once we have sorted out the pit that is our bedroom I’ll be setting up a nice sewing corner and getting started on some projects that I’ve been meaning to make for myself for a little while now. I have a lovely pattern for a summer dress and some very cute bird print that I can’t wait to get started on. Hoping to get the dress done in time for this summer but with the rate I managed to sew at that might be overall optimistic.
Just about got this finished in time for Mogg’s birthday at the beginning of this month. Though I’m not completely happy with the finish on the outside edge and will be binding it properly as soon as we are living in the same place again.
For this I attempted quilting as you go. It did mean I had a lot of material to handle but had the added advantage that there wasn’t much extra quilting I had to do to stabilise it.
Having handed in my notice back in September without any job to go to when we move at Christmas things were beginning to get a little bit scary about what I was going to do from January and if making this move was actually such a good idea. Turns out it is. I now have a new job to start in January not far from where we will be living. It is still part time which is great as I love the time I’m getting to spend with Little Dink.
So that’s one more thing to tick of the list. Now just have to sell the house, get Spud sorted in a new school and Little Dink in a new nursery oh and find a place to live when we get there.
Okay maybe not completely coming up Milhouse but defiantly on it’s way.