The last few days of our summer holiday were good. Once I'd finally got all the uniform and new school stuff purchased (last minute as usual), all I needed to do was relax and enjoy the time at home with the Little People.
There were some loud pleas for a stint of painting, so I squashed down my natural response of oh-no-I-don't-think-so and embraced the mess and the joy. It was very worth while in the end, providing pretty much a whole
morning of quiet and concentrated creative activity for Little B and his
Little Lady decided (and please don't ask me why) to make a shark poster for her bedroom. This involved sellotaping six sheets of paper together, then painstakingly drawing out an image she found on Google and painting it bit by bit. She did really great, especially mixing the most beautiful shades of blue and turquoise for the sea (which I didn't get chance to photograph), and it is now hanging proudly on her bedroom wall.
Little B produced page after page of careful colour painting, he was a complete joy to watch. Several times over the summer holidays we've done painting, but he has always got bored and ended up mixing all the colours together and making the most horrendous brown painty mess over paper, table and himself. But his time, he talked his way through all of his colour mixes and I was extremely touched by the way he so thoughtfully chose and worked his paint. I could have cried with pride and love. He is growing up sooooo fast.
During a last minute dash into town (for pencils and a dictionary), we took a little detour to one of my favourite shops in town to buy soap. Using handmade soap every day is one of my sweetest luxuries. I don't wear any makeup and I don't use any creams or anything on my skin (excepting a daily smear of The Body Shop Lip Balm), but I do love to use a great soap. The shop where I buy it has dozens of handmade soaps to choose from, so every time I run out I switch and change to a new fragrance. This particular one is a stunning colour as well as smelling gorgeous.
In the same shop, Little B begged me to buy him some bath marbles, and as they are so pretty I didn't take an awful lot of convincing. At 10 pence each, it has turned out to be a worthwhile investment as I can now miraculously get him to come running for his bathtime. And that has to be good.
Towards the end of the holidays I made a concentrated effort to tighten up on the snack routines around here. Without realising it I had gotten extremely lazy over the summer, feeding the Little Peeps convenience snacks which they could help themselves to (pre-packaged pancakes, cereal bars, processed cheeses, biscuits etc, oh tut tut). So now it is back to healthy eating, with lots of fruit and home baking again. No need to buy expensive cereal bars when I can so easily make a batch of fruity flapjack!
The few days following our trip to Dorset were super relaxed and very home orientated. We kept talking about heading out and Doing Things, but that's as far as it got. It seemed we were all more than happy to hang out at home. Little B has only very recently gotten into watching films, and it's been such a blessing for this weary Mumma from time to time. He is so full of energy and so active all of the time, that I honestly thought he would never ever learn to sit still long enough for a film. In the above picture, he is dressed in his favourite outfit (it's Transformers Bumble Bee, in case you were wondering about the yellow lycra), watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Little Lady.
Right now, a week later, and life has become a little more fraught. It's been a toughie, and I don't mind admitting that I have been barely coping with the up-rise of emotion laced with a definite stressy edge. My Little Man has awkwardly put himself into a shirt, tie and blazer, and bravely set out into the disciplined world of grammar school education. And today is Little B's turn as he begins his first day at nursery school. I am a bundle of nervous energy. Actually, there doesn't seem to be a whole lot of energy, it would be more accurate to say I am a bundle of nervous fatigue. Hey ho, this too shall pass.
In the meantime, the part of my life that doesn't revolve around children is full to the brim with crochet bunting. Piles and piles and piles of it. Almost 6,000 triangles. Eighteen more sleeps, Yarndalers!