This has been the month of growth spurts; at least as far as Kitty, Elma and Pip are concerned. Both Kitty and Elma seem to have shot up recently, Kit especially, when I pick her up from nursery I can see how much bigger she is than her friends, and we need to do another round of sorting out her drawers soon as a whole heap of clothes seem to have shrunk again. Meanwhile I see Elma wearing the clothes Kitty wore when she became a big sister and I wonder whether she’s going to stay the littlest of my three or overtake the lot of us. And Pip, well Pip is still growing at a rate of knots. We think he might have picked up my genetics for long legs and H’s genetics for a long back. He’s filling his 12-18 month babygros in the legs even though we still have to roll up the sleeves as his arms haven’t quite caught up.
It’s also been the month of adventures; Kitty, Elma, Pip and I went down to Charlecote on a very very wet morning, and continuing the theme of very very wet adventures we met up with my sister and nephew to explore Bekonscot while H got up at half three in the morning to drive to London to take the Eurostar to Paris for a day in and around the Musee d’Orsay (his Christmas present from me).
As Elma gets bigger and starts to build up her stamina for walking decent distances it’s meant that I can take all three of them to places where the buggy might not always be the most practical option and I love that we’re not just confined to our local play park when we want to go for a walk. When we went to Charlecote Elma was on her feet for three hours while we pottered around with only the occasional sit down and we could go into the old kitchen and watch the volunteers light the range, and run in and out of the stables to compare and contrast all the different sorts of Cinderella coaches.
And of course we’ve been out as a family of five, usually to some sort of playpark, although we’ll try to fit in a trip to visit the ducks and a bit of a walk before H and I sign ourselves up to push swings until it feels like our arms are coming out of their sockets.
So this month we’re back in our favourite park, down by the river watching the swans and the geese in the river and wallowing in a smidgen of late afternoon sunshine.
orI’m clearly still working on getting everyone to look at the camera at the same time
or even look vaguely happy about the photos
but I keep telling myself month after month that it will improve. I think we did a bit better this month because I didn’t bother to take my tripod to the park and balanced the camera very precariously on the hood of the buggy, much to the amusement of all the passers by.
You would not believe how much I’ve had to straighten these photos in Lightroom to make them even vaguely near the horizontal.
I think that might be my second favourite pictures yet of us as a five. The first place is held by those August pictures, Pip’s first Me and Mine at 4 days old is a pretty special set of shops and it would take a lot to top that, but I love that in these pictures for the first time you really get to see Pip, not just a tiny scrap of hair peeking out of a sling, and a fair amount of his personality too (that would be his impressive ability to remove his hat on all occasions).
My little family, in February: