I haven’t had time to post for a while, so I am going to attempt to focus on a couple of things and not try to cram too much in…Well that is the plan! Last Sunday was Fathers Day and I of course have to mention that I feel extremely fortunate to have such a great Dad for my boys.Scott has been in constant art attack mode since Fathers Day and is obsessed with pictures, decorating. (Generally those things that involve cleaning up after him!!)
I did a couple of Fathers Days bakes. One for Billy and one for my own Dad. My Dad just got a victoria sandwich topped with whipped cream and crushed Mint Aero
And Billy got Lime Pie:
The weather has been pretty dismal so we have had a few softplay sessions:
I am getting more use out of the baby carrier this time round so I can make some off-road trips with Scott up the hill and up the burn:
Trips to the park have been a bit more sparse:
Scott is being so much better with Luke now that he has calmed down. He loves to lie beside him talking to him and he really loves being involved getting him dressed and ready. Billy says he genuinely missed his wee brother when they went away overnight camping. Both boys also love sharing a bath:
I am still adjusting to double parental responsibility and have been a bit up and down mood wise. Some days are still pretty overwhelming and leave me feeling quite panicked and I know that there is more of that to come. If I think too much about all the stuff coming up that I will have to do it can really set me off. Tiredness certainly plays a part, although touch all types of wood available, so far Luke has not been too bad. (Expectations were low after so many nights of no sleep at all with Scott!) I really do miss having the evenings, though. I had got used to the luxury of a couple of hours to myself when Scott went to bed, but at the moment evenings are kind of constant with Luke as that seems to be his fussy, grisly time. He is helping make up for it with all the lovely smiles he is now giving us.
I had my first proper postpartum run today. Half an hour, blowing through my you know what, but it’s a start. Onwards and upwards and off to look at infant carriers for the Bob running pram..