I was out and about around town this morning, sitting on a squishy sofa in a little local coffee shop drinking coffee and meeting with friends. It was good. REAllY Good! Of course my coffee drinking and nattering was interspersed with milk tankering, patting, mopping, coooing, bouncing and other daft baby-related things, but it was good all the same. Little B was good. And for that I am happy and thankful today. Happy and thankful that my baby-filled days seem to be settling down somewhat. Pheww. It's been a long hard couple of months to tell you the truth.
I came home at lunch time (riding on a caffeine high, tut tut) and was struck by the little burst of colour happening outside my front door...the three baskets that I planted up with Little Lady the other Sunday are looking sooo pretty! Made me smile to see them, it really did.
The above pretty potted flower is on my mantel at the moment and it's a real beauty. I bought it at the supermarket for just £1, and as soon as I got it home I took it straight out of it's little brown plastic pot and popped it into one of my old terracotta pots which I then sat in an old cornishware bowl. The flowers are beautifully vibrant, and I think I am quite smitten with them actually. I'm afraid I can't for the life of me remember what the plant is called, but it begins with a C.
I've managed to do three loads of laundry today, crikey, it's a job keeping up with it all these days. As you probably know, my house-keeping skills are pretty lame at the best of times, but at least these days I can blame Little B. He provides the perfect excuse. Faaaar too busy to do housework you know, I'm a Full Time Mum with a small, demanding baby to care for! Excepting the laundry which really does need attention most days or else all hell breaks loose when no one has any clean clothes to wear.
Found time this afternoon to do a little bit of baking :: oaty cookies with chopped apricots. I bake these cookies pretty much every other day now, they've become a regular part of our diet. Not sure if thats a good thing or a bad thing, but we all love 'em.
Monday's daffs have opened up today, revealing beautiful double blooms look. That splash of bright yellow in the corner of the room is so...so....can't think of the word, but it makes me feel all lighthearted and skippy and happy when I catch sight of them.
In the late afternoon I found a little slot of time to sit on the floor and sneak in some hooky. Little B lay next to me on his mat, kick-kick-kicking his little legs and I sang songs to him while I worked. I sing quite badly really but he smiled at me a lot so I think he must've quite liked the noise coming out of my mouth. I managed to hook the Final Row of edging around my zig zag baby blanket whilst singing out-of-tune songs to my baby.
Did you get that???
The FINAL ROW???????
Meaning it's Finally Finished!!!!!
Yes, my zig zag baby blanket is blocking out upon the attic floor as I type, and oooooooooooooooeeeeeeeee I can feel a Ta-dah post coming on! Feels like an aaaage since I last made a Ta-dah post, I am quite unbelievably over-excited at the prospect. Like ants-in-my-pants, won't-be-able-to-sleep kind of overexcited. Well OK, I will be able to sleep of course cos right now I suddenly feel incredibly tired. But you know, still excited through my tiredness.
Hope you had a really lovely, super-dooper Wednesday my lovelies...see you tomorrow for a bit of colourful zig-zaggy business.