Oh this wonderful crazy family of mine. What a wonderful crazy busy month we’ve had to match. I thought we hadn’t done very much this month, just settled into life in the new house and the new back to school routine, but as soon as I stopped to start to think about it the more I realised just how much we’d been here there and everywhere in a near constant whirlwind. It’s been a good sort of whirlwind though, the sort that softly breezes you along, and it’s meant that our month has been full of some of our favourite things; time spent together, and just the occasional adventure.
Some of them were near at hand, Pip’s Mummy morning on the day both his sisters were at school and Daddy was playing golf, and Kitty’s school expedition to harvest sweetcorn didn’t take us very far afield, and some were further flung (and I maintain it may actually be quicker to get to Majorca (for golf) than to Skipton (for Yarndale)). What is certain is that they were both well worth the effort, and I suspect we both came back knowing that we’re going again next year.
On the house front we continue to unpack. I fear I may be saying that for many many many more months to come; proof, not that it was ever needed, that we were right to have other people come to pack for us. We’re trying to unpack gently; actually thinking about what we need rather than just bunging everything in a cupboard, but a random filing cabinet still stuck in the middle of my study says we’re not quite there yet.
And with September gone, we’re properly into autumn; the leaves are turning in the garden and the trains emerge from the mist each morning, audit’s hard not to start to get excited about what comes next, and what comes after that. In the month to come we have half term; which seems crazy because we obviously only started term 30 seconds ago, and lots of plans to make, and still the occasional box to unpack.
- The golf trip to Majorca.
- His brother and sister-in-law coming to visit.
- Having built IKEA furniture for his studio, the actual building of it wasn’t so fun.
- The start of the hockey season (and football and cricket on the telly)
- The trip to Yarndale
- All the yarn that came home with her.
- Seeing her first piece of published fiction appear in print
- A long weekend pottering around with the children
- Her birthday celebrations; many and ongoing
- Learning to balance on her skateboard
- the start of school.
- rediscovering all her treasures as we put the craft cupboard to rights.
- getting to see her brother during school playtime.
- being big enough to go hockey training.
- magic tricks.
- collecting huge bunches of autumn leaves.
- Climbing the Clent Hills.
- Playing trains.
- Waking up ridiculously early for his own private adventures while the rest of us are still asleep.
My little family, in September: