I am beginning to realise how precious time is and how little
spare time I have as it has been a month since I was last able to sit and type something
to you all. Better for me as it gives me more news for you guys and ensures you
aren’t bored with me waffling on and on about our charmed life.
So the sis-in-law, hubby and little niece (Natalia is a year
older than our fella) came for a two week visit and it went by far too fast for
our liking, but we made the most of it, as did they, taking advantage of the good
weather by the pool, eating great food in various hot stops, Sam and I got a
night out which was bliss (who knew a burger and wine could taste so good when you
don’t have to rush). Most evenings were spent with good wine, each in their respective spots on the sofa watching Downtown Abbey. Perfect.
Laith loved having his cousin here, not sure she could quite fgure out this screaming little critter glued to her side, picking her hairclips out her hair, eating her cheerios at breakfast, but by the end of the trip they were buddies, which is as much heartwarming as it is gut wrenching as I knew the tears were bound to ensue at their goodbye.
Which it did. Laiths screams could be heard all the way to the car park I am
told, my tears followed soon after. As wonderful as life is here it certainly leaves
you feeling very down when our family visit for short periods at a time. But so
glad to say my parents-in-law arrive in a week or so and will be with us for a
few weeks. By us I mean Laith and I as Sam has somehow managed to wriggle his way
into a stag-do in Las Vegas. I told him it was going to cost him, and I don’t mean financially
going on the trip; I mean revenge shopping, so a few designer dresses later I
am only just warming up. Cheeky little sod, although bless him it is only for a
few days followed by a hectic week of working meetings!
Laith is loving nursery and I am enjoying the new taste in
freedom. It is quite incredible how a few hours alone can rejuvenate the soul,
as well as the continued asskicking at boot camp. I am lucky to have formed
such lovely friendships with the small handful of ladies I have met, and I think
I will be taking advantage whilst grandpa and gran ma visit to have a few
nights out….it would be rude not to.
Winter is approaching and I am sitting here in ajumper and
uggs (yes really) listening to the howling wind beating at the windows. There was
a spectacular lightning storm the other night and now I love the sound of the crashing
waves on these blustery nights.
We are getting Laith used to the sea and as a result we have
awakened the future surfer within. He adores the waves lapping up against his little feet,
approaches a little closer as the tide ebbs away and then with a mixture of
fear and such bold curiosity wades deeper into the waves before it comes back, only
to sweep him off his feet, upon which he screams with such delight , and a hint
of nervousness. It is really something special to watch a child experience something
for the first time. Sam is proud that he has taught the boy how to dribble. A ball,
not saliva. He has also bought him a mini cricket bat and ball, but as with
most impulse purchases it remains in the drawer.
As for me, I am happy and well, looking forward to what the
new days bring to us and especially looking forward to Granma Ahlam and some mama
love cooking!
