Small children swallow time

So, weeks go by and nothing happens here. Why? Ideas are swirling around in my head like busy busy things but getting the peace of mind and time before it is 10 pm and I am too tired to do anything other than go to bed, well, it just isn't happening. So frustrating. And the stress of running out of money is upon us. Out.of.time.

Yesterday most of my energies were spent taking my oldest to his first introductory session at nursery. He is a bright, funny, emotional little guy and he was petrified. It went pretty well thanks to a friend from nursery that was also there and also petrified. They held onto each other like little random skydivers about to be thrown from a plane. I wanted to get my son something, a little present to show him how proud I am of him. Without any money, I set off to the long row of charity shops in my neighbourhood. Score! One snail rocker and EXTREMELY noisy thing for the little one and a book about the moon landing for the older one.

One small step for a little man

Noisy toy and rocker for baby little man

As we were having our snooze together just before lights out, I told Oskar how proud I was of him. He asked why so I just replied, "I am proud to be your mother, you are just such a lovely boy". He hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe.

Come on little boy start flapping your wings because it is almost time to fly.