What Lambchop Was Thinking

"Holy crap! Mommy's making me go out in public in this pumpkin get-up?! Oh, the indignity!"

The Trio is on Holiday...

... in Edinburgh.


'poof'


Back in a few days.

She Only Has Eyes for Her Big Brothers

But they're absolutely lovely to her, so it's hard to blame her.

;-)


For (almost) Wordless Wednesday.

My Family

. . . will be together again late tonight when the boys come back from their mini beach break.

Poof

For almost Wordless Wednesday.

Some Kind of Holiday

So . . .

My husband left me this morning. And he took the boys with him.

No, we're good. I just sounds funny to say it like that.

But we did wait too long to book a holiday at the beach along the Norfolk coast. When we decided last week that it sounded like a great idea, we quickly discovered that everything we could afford was full up. And camping in a tent, probably the only available option, was not really an option on account of Lambchop. She does need to travel with a fair amount of accessories at the moment...

But the boys were extremely disappointed at the idea of not going. We'd taken them last weekend and they loved it. And we'd made the mistake of suggesting the idea of renting a beach cottage for a week, of course, and G took this week off to do it... but, after many hours searching all the web sites and making some calls, no affordable cottages seemed to be left.

And the weather is supposed to be spectacular this week, too . . . So on Saturday I suggested G call his sister, as she and her family live on the south coast, ten minutes from the beach. And they even have their own beach hut, a very cool plus. His sister and family were more than happy to have us down for a few days, and her girls were delighted at the idea of their cousins coming to visit.

After much discussion, I decided that Lambchop and I would sit this one out at home. Juggling a baby and all her 'accessories' on a beach holiday, while also trying to keep an eye on my two active monsters in a home that isn't mine, when there's lots of sun and sand and sterilizing to be done on top of it all, didn't really appeal. Plus, the boys wouldn't be able to get their bikes in the car if we had to pack a stroller, basket and sterilizing equipment, etc. (whereas we could have just taken both cars to the Norfolk coast, as it's only two hours away). And the boys wouldn't have to schedule around Ms Lambchop's needs at all if we didn't go . . . . So I suggested G take the boys and have a few days of wild beach and park time with their cousins while Lambchop and I relaxed at home.

So early this morning I helped G pack up the boys and the car and they were off! The boys were a little sad that I wasn't coming, but I suspect they'll be over it in no time once they land at their cousin's.

I suspect Ms Lambchop and I are going to be just fine on our own for a few days. For an almost eight week old, she's been sleeping really well the past ten days or so --from 6-8 hours of straight sleep a night, every night!-- and fairly easy going in the mornings after she wakes up. Afternoons and early evenings, she can be a bit of a handful, as that's her primary 'wake' time, but we'll manage. Primarily because of those 6-8 hours of sleep every night....

So we'll be putting around here while the boys are frolicking at the beach for a few days... maybe I'll actually get to catch up on my blog reading and on my own posting! Who knows?

Road Warriors

The little pink bike has been put away for Lambchop's future first-bike use. Why? Because a couple of weeks after I brought it home, I saw an adorable, sporty little boy's bike in the same smaller size in front of a pawn shop. It was in nearly perfect condition, and a mere £15 pounds (instead of the £80-90 it apparently retails for new... shudder). So home it came for BooBaaa.

It turned out to be great motivation for BooBaaa to really focus on his pedalling: he was so excited and kept asking "For me? For me?". And after a couple of short (Boo-imposed) frustrating sessions on the driveway, it all suddenly clicked and he was off, pedalling furiously up and down the driveway with his brother.


Racing . . .


And always with a big smile when his adoring audience applauded his new skill. . .


The only problem now is when we go biking in our neighborhood, the daring duo have a tendency to just take off, forcing me to work to keep up with them, even though I'm usually pushing Lambchop in her stroller . . .

I suspect I'm going to need a bike trailer for poor wee Lambchop sooner rather than later, so we can all go biking at the weekends!


For (not quite) Wordless Wednesday.

First Bath

And, remarkably, not a tear in sight.

I'm going to be a fish when I hit water, just like my big brothers!




For (not quite) Wordless Wednesday.