A dear friend reminded me today that I had not written for a while ( I wont repeat the colourful language he used) but he is right and I have been lazy when it comes to the PC.
We have been experiencing the rainy winter season (unfortunately for Sam it is usually at the weekends after a sunny week) so the weekends have been limited to either home or shopping malls, which end up with the car boot filled with toys for Laith. Not the small cuddly type,but the big red car type...and so it begins.
I have spent the last month or so recovering from another c section to have some fibroids removed. Good thing I got to experience what hospitals are like here before having another critter. The private ward is like a good nhs hospital wing, only with a tv built into the ceiling above your head.God bless my father in law for being here and looking after Laith with Sam as the little fella and I were separated for a week....and as any Mum will know it frigging sucks! I didnt realise what a miserable git I was until a few weeks ago when we went for our follow up with the surgeon and when I smiled hello his response was 'oh so you do know how to smile after seeing your face so miserable all week!' He is a Spurs fans so the sarcasm is understandable when you support shite.
So with so much time spent at home and not being mobile for a few weeks I had a chance to fall more in love with our son.The kid is amazing. Everything a boy should be. Naughty, cheeky, stubborn, curious, brave and determined to get his way. He is also full of laughter from the moment he opens those huge brown eyes and now that he is standing and trying to walk we have had a few bumps on the head and tears to follow. He sleeps with his bum int he air, farts away all night most nights and crawls at lightening speed ( I have been known to lose him around the flat). The best part is that his hero is his Dad. Nothing beats the sound of your two men laughing and playing together, especially when Junior wakes up Senior. I wish he had come along earlier as he would have saved me years of grumpy mornings! Sam encourages Laith to pull my hair and not let go, I am trying to teach him to bite Dad's nose and not mine (he has more to bite)
Laith loves his play groups with Troy, Bevan, Milan and Quinn, I love them for the friends I am making, one of whom has moved into our building with her 10 month old girl called Abigal who Laith has decided is his gal.Go on son!
He loves watching sky news whilst eating his weetbix, adores the Malaysia airlines advert, is mesmerised by the birds on the balcony when we sunbathe in the morning, loves shouting at me if I ignore him for too long and can entertain himself with his balls for hours (the toy ones) He throws his toys around from one end of the flat to the other with little mercy and I wonder if he will keep doing that after he is old enough to watch Toy Story, especially part 3 (which has been known to make grown men cry).
So if I haven't bored you enough now with his antics I am off to see what delights Pat is conjuring for us today (she is our nanny who is with us for a month or so and has been turning me into an Indian cuisine expert. I have to say my rotis, samosas and chilli dip do kick a bit of ass)
We are heading home for a month at Christmas but until then I promise more eventful updates now that we are up and about and the sun is shining.
Love to you all
Until next time...
We have been experiencing the rainy winter season (unfortunately for Sam it is usually at the weekends after a sunny week) so the weekends have been limited to either home or shopping malls, which end up with the car boot filled with toys for Laith. Not the small cuddly type,but the big red car type...and so it begins.
I have spent the last month or so recovering from another c section to have some fibroids removed. Good thing I got to experience what hospitals are like here before having another critter. The private ward is like a good nhs hospital wing, only with a tv built into the ceiling above your head.God bless my father in law for being here and looking after Laith with Sam as the little fella and I were separated for a week....and as any Mum will know it frigging sucks! I didnt realise what a miserable git I was until a few weeks ago when we went for our follow up with the surgeon and when I smiled hello his response was 'oh so you do know how to smile after seeing your face so miserable all week!' He is a Spurs fans so the sarcasm is understandable when you support shite.
So with so much time spent at home and not being mobile for a few weeks I had a chance to fall more in love with our son.The kid is amazing. Everything a boy should be. Naughty, cheeky, stubborn, curious, brave and determined to get his way. He is also full of laughter from the moment he opens those huge brown eyes and now that he is standing and trying to walk we have had a few bumps on the head and tears to follow. He sleeps with his bum int he air, farts away all night most nights and crawls at lightening speed ( I have been known to lose him around the flat). The best part is that his hero is his Dad. Nothing beats the sound of your two men laughing and playing together, especially when Junior wakes up Senior. I wish he had come along earlier as he would have saved me years of grumpy mornings! Sam encourages Laith to pull my hair and not let go, I am trying to teach him to bite Dad's nose and not mine (he has more to bite)
Laith loves his play groups with Troy, Bevan, Milan and Quinn, I love them for the friends I am making, one of whom has moved into our building with her 10 month old girl called Abigal who Laith has decided is his gal.Go on son!
He loves watching sky news whilst eating his weetbix, adores the Malaysia airlines advert, is mesmerised by the birds on the balcony when we sunbathe in the morning, loves shouting at me if I ignore him for too long and can entertain himself with his balls for hours (the toy ones) He throws his toys around from one end of the flat to the other with little mercy and I wonder if he will keep doing that after he is old enough to watch Toy Story, especially part 3 (which has been known to make grown men cry).
So if I haven't bored you enough now with his antics I am off to see what delights Pat is conjuring for us today (she is our nanny who is with us for a month or so and has been turning me into an Indian cuisine expert. I have to say my rotis, samosas and chilli dip do kick a bit of ass)
We are heading home for a month at Christmas but until then I promise more eventful updates now that we are up and about and the sun is shining.
Love to you all
Until next time...
