Looking back on the highlights of February, there’s a lot to choose from. But, actually, blogging about it is going to be a little like it was living it – I’m hugely grateful for all we’ve had access to but I’m too tired to dwell much on any of it. Our days at the moment revolve around a few planned fun things then me trying to recover from whatever we’ve done. It’s been amazing seeing both the girls developing in their own right and enjoying each other’s company so immensely.
We had our 20-week scan today. Encouraged by friends, we decided to take the girls with us. As we parked, Laurence admitted that he felt nervous, in a good way. I worried last minute that the hospital staff night not be so keen but they were more than welcoming. This was particularly kind of them because I totally mixed up the times! We were supposed to be there at 11.45am but I wrote down 1pm which is actually the time of my next midwife appointment! Baby brain to the max
I hit 18 weeks last Saturday and the theme of this pregnancy continues: I can’t believe how tired I am. I veer between thinking I probably was just as wiped in my last pregnancy and thinking, I’ve never been this tired in my life. You can tell it’s pretty much always on my mind which probably only serves to make me feel – you guessed it – even more tired. We hung out with Jess and her kids at National Trust property Tyntesfield last week for the better part of
Our family holiday in Madeira back in November now feels long ago. It’s still fresh in our minds, though, because Talitha keeps asking, “When can we go back to Madeira?” and “What’s the weather like in Madeira now?” I think she’s quite ready for winter to be over too! It hasn’t been an overly cold one here in the south west of England but, my, it’s been a seriously wet and windy one. No wonder she’s craving sunshine, warmth and a place where she got to go swimming every day.
January has been a strange month. I say that, but with regard to home education, all of our months have been different anyway. I spent half of it still feeling the heavy weight of pregnancy symptoms and the second half being stuck down with what I can only assume actually was the flu, because its still lingering. It’s meant that we haven’t been up to as much as we usually are and after the chaos of Christmas, I admit that I’ve spent a lot of time feeling guilty about that.
“Shall we go to this?” Laurence’s text read. Cue a photograph of the flyer for a local Wassail. He’d never heard the word before but I had. I used to list them for a little online ‘zine I worked for some years ago in the quirky town of Lewes, where amusing British traditions never die. I’d always thought they looked like great fun so I penciled it in. Wrapped up in all the layers (I wax evangelical about my knitted wool socks and merino thermals I bought from Cambridge Baby.
Sorry if you’ve navigated to this blog over the past few days and wound up wondering: “Wait. What? I thought this was Circus Queen. What’s Beautiful Tribe?” I’ve wanted to change the name for a long time and I finally decided to go brave and take the leap this week. A leap it’s been indeed. From the technical side, I really shouldn’t have picked a week I was going to come down with a particularly nasty virus that’s going around (hence the late explanation!). And this is only the start.
Last year we got seriously into Chinese New Year. With it rolling around again, I thought I’d share the sensory box I put together for Talitha to enjoy when she was three-and-a-half. At going on one, this really wasn’t suitable for Ophelia at the time so I put it up on the table whenever Talitha wanted to play with it. I had some rice I’d bought cheaply from an Asian grocers, which I coloured with red and yellow ready mix paint by mixing the colours in separate bowls and laying
Moments after Ophelia was born, high on the experience of a home water birth, I declared that this was perfect and I was never going to do it again. No more babies. Maybe it was the easy start with Ophelia (she took to breastfeeding easily and was a rather laid back baby once her colicky stage passed). Perhaps it was the realisation hitting me that I might never do it all again. But I started wondering about having a third. Laurence was adamantly not into the idea. He pointed out
As the second term of the school year starts, the fact that my four-and-a-half-year-old is not in Reception is still both fresh and something we’re already quite used to. Taking a quick look back as I think ahead to what this new term might hold, there are a few things I’m grateful for. Siblings spending more time together Talitha and Ophelia have really started playing together in earnest, complete with dressing up, pretending, challenging each other and lots of running around. I know this would have happened anyway, even if
Talitha turned four in June. She would have been starting Reception at school this week. She isn’t going to. We didn’t apply for a school place. We started talking about home educating early in my pregnancy with her. It was something that had appealed to me for a long time. I knew homeschooling families and was not exactly thrilled with my own school experience. Laurence, on the other hand, had gone to boarding school and looked back on it mostly fondly. So he took a little time to come around