The children go back to school on Monday, and although I love having them home(especially the no early mornings part), this time it can't come soon enough as I'm dangerously behind on my coursework. I'm not entirely sure I'm going to be able to catch up. I think I'll be doing these last few weeks on a wing and a prayer, and trying to blag my way through the exam in June.
We've had an easter egg hunt last weekend, but as the weather has been a bit hit and miss we haven't got out as much as I would've liked.
The boys have been to Portsmouth to stay with Grandma and Grandad, and Ryan has now gone to stay with his Mum for a few days. We picked Taylor up yesterday, and went to a history museum in Basingstoke while we were down there. It was great. They had dressing up clothes, so Isobel picked out some Victorian clothes and wandered around the mock Victorian streets looking the part.
Isobel pretending to be a mannequin;
They had an old fashioned 1930's sweet shop where you had to pay with old pennies(given out at reception). Taylor then pulled this face in every photo as he chose Acid Drops!
I realised yesterday that I didn't have any photos of me with the baby yet...he's only a month old for goodness sake. I'm behind the camera too much, clearly.
Christian still sleeps too much, bless him. All that growing must be hard work. He wakes up every three hours for a feed, all night and all day, but between that he rarely opens his eyes. The crochet blanket in this photo was made by my Nan when I was pregnant with Isobel, and it's one of my favourite things. When I'm feeling ill, or low, I love to snuggle under it as it feels like she's here looking after me. I can feel the hours she spent making it, and her thoughts and excitement about meeting Isobel five years ago are inside the blanket. It's the closest Christian will ever get to her, sadly.
I bought him this mirror toy yesterday with some vouchers given to him as a gift and he loved it, and actually stayed awake for about 10 minutes looking at himself this morning, so we'll get that out more often. All that vanity looking at himself must have been tiring though, as he's now snoozing, again, next to me.