Sunset at the playpark is beautiful in the winter. It’s on the top of the hill so the light lingers, sinking down into the trees as its final glimmers brush over the birds who swoop and swirl over the houses as they get ready to head south. We don’t get up there very often anymore, it was always a detour on the way back from school last year but now the school run has changed and it takes a bit of effort to get us all up there.
And on our last trip we had it all to ourselves, despite the sunshine of a beautiful afternoon.
Pip has got so big and so confident since the last time that I watched him play; he jogs solidly around between all the play equipment, sort of following his sisters, but then getting distracted by climbing up to the slide or trying to persuade me to join him on the see-saw. Kitty went to join him in the end but even she is just that tiny bit heavier than the smallest member of her family. Had it been Elma though, I’m not so sure!
If you’ve been reading my blog of late, or rather not reading it because there hasn’t been anything new here to read, you’ll not be surprised that November has been a month that has been all about snatching time as a family with both hands and holding tightly on to it. Life’s been busy, mostly in stress-inducing sorts of ways.
Which is why these are all iPhone pictures, and not even good iPhone pictures from the camera on the back, but selfies, shot with me holding the phone at the end of my arm.
Or at least, I tried to take them holding the phone at the end of my arm, but it turns out that a certain someone rather liked the idea of holding the phone himself, and possibly running off and taking pictures himself.
And as when you are two, having the phone taken off you is a cause for much wailing and gnashing of tiny teeth, that is precisely why Pip looks more than unimpressed in these pictures.
Happily, such squalls are easily remedied, and a picture or two later, our smiley wee boy was returned to us.
It would be easy to remember this month as the month of estate agents and viewings and big decisions, and ridiculously large amounts of work, and stress and headaches and clinging on to the thought of Christmas and some time off work, but that’s not what I choose to treasure, or I want to focus on.
So, this month:
- the girls had their first advent spiral at school (utterly magical and they loved every minute);
- Kitty got to light the first advent candle on our ring in church on Sunday, which she is more than excited about;
- I spent a happy afternoon decorating the school with vast numbers of greenery swags adorned with red ribbon curls as part of the preparations for the advent fair;
- John, Elma and Pip went on several playdates with friends from school, a lovely sign that we’re settling into our new school community;
- I went to a conference in my particular professional field that is thought-provoking and interesting and in the Caledonian Club in London, a gorgeous venue for a day out of the office if ever there was one;
- Elma is getting more and more excited about her birthday, the first year that she’s really shown any anticipation this far in advance;
- I’ve finished her birthday jumper apart from washing and blocking it;
- Pip’s constant companion is a little Thomas the Tank Engine that speaks, so he’s going around the house at the moment saying “I’m Thomas! I’m a really useful engine!” which is so cute that it’s still funny; and finally;
- I’ve brought a strawberry tart home from London for John!
Now that’s a month to cherish.