Daddy Day

Belated Happy Father’s Day to all the daddies out there!

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We started Father’s Day with breakfast in bed.

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Sandy’s idea of course.

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Followed by cards and presents.

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Daddy pig socks.

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Let me explain the present. Stuart, working for a shoe retailer, got a voucher for a free pair of mi adidas trainers; basically a customisable pair of any of their range where you can change all the colours. So this was when we were back at the flat and he was on the computer just because of all the boxes and mess in the room which was half a study half a nursery. He was picking colours and to be honest it was a pretty nice tool adidas had for customising. He made up a pair of Samba and asked me to look at them and I was like yeah, they’re nice whatever, but it wasn’t until after I looked more clearly I noticed that where they would normally read “SAMBA” on the side he had chosen to get “SANDY” inscribed. He then proceeded to explain to me that the stripes were gold and silver because of the Olympics, the event which colours vividly every memory of my labour and birth of Sandy and those early days of his life.

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This man is the most loving individual. He is so sympathetic to the importance of little moments and the preservation of invaluable memories.

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Most of all he is the most incredible father. He is cherished for that reason.

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So when his “Sandbas” arrived four weeks after ordering them he was delighted with them. I admit it, I was so jealous. So jealous that I got a permanent marker and wrote Sandy on the back of my converse.

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How devastating it was to then find that they didn’t fit. At first he tried wearing them in, saying they were rubbing but hopefully would stretch out, but they didn’t and it was all the clearer that they didn’t fit when he found out that adidas are often sized small. My poor Stuart. He went to all that effort through love for his boy to make upon his foot a tiny, subtle shrine to Sandy and they didn’t fit. All the more saddening for me to find that they were well sized for myself.

So it was a couple of weeks before the move and I decided to get Father’s day covered before incase things were too up in the air for me to get it done after. I pondered what to get Stuart from Sandy and realised the perfect gift was an upsized pair of Sandbas. I was pretty skint at the time and dwelled on it for a couple of days as they are pretty expensive and Stuart had got them with a voucher but in the end I realised that the original gesture was worth far more than the cost of a pair of shoes so I ordered them.

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It was a close call as the Wednesday before came and they hadn’t arrived but they came on Thursday and Sandy and I examined them beside the originals finding them close enough to the same and wrapped them, waiting excitedly for Father’s Day to open them.

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Here they are in action! Yay for Sandbas! And yay for loving fathers! I say it often to him but will state it here too for posterity; I love Stuart with all my heart and think I would melt into a puddle without him. I can’t imagine a better husband and father. He’s the other piece of my jigsaw puzzle.

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Anyway, we proceeded with father’s day, or should I say Grandfather’s day, with presents for Grumpa.

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Sandy got Grumpa books. Books for Sandy. How thoughtful of him!

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He then stole part of his present from Uncle Jim too! Cheeky boy.

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Hugs for Harvey-Anne

A quick pause on the day was made for bubbles in the back garden.

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And then we headed out to Frankie and Bennies for dinner with the Findlays and MacNicols.

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Sandy with his cousins Craig and Scot and his Uncle Stuart.

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Happy Father’s Day Granda!

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Two proud Daddies!

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Scot perusing the wine menu.

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Poor Sandy. He usually has a snack at 3 but we were getting to Frankie and Bennies then so I decided it’d be fine for him to wait til starters came. Wow that was the wrong decision. Poor mite was so hungry he sucked the lemon from my coke! Luckily a swift order of bread and olives saved the day, and let us know that Sandy likes olives. Mmmm.

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With Auntie Kels.

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For dinner, BBQ burger as well as thieving slices of Calzone from Gran and Granda and Banoffee Brownie from me and Stuart.

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Question for you? Why is it Sandy LOVES older men? Seriously, he’s obsessed with Granda, Grumpa and Stuart’s Dad Sam, who he had just met! Maybe it’s the deep voices. Does or did your baby do that too?

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So a fun filled Father’s Day was had by all. Some people get all angsty about these types of days, Mother’s Day, Valentines etc. but I think it’s perfect. Surely an excuse to celebrate the people you love with your family shouldn’t be dismissed; in fact it should be anticipated.

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Zooniverse

Another quick one (longer, better post coming soon, watch this space!). We went out at the weekend to Sandyholm, a place consisting of a myriad of vivid memories for me. It is a formerly independent garden centre now run by Dobbies but retaining its original name, such is its fame. It takes pride of place in the middle of the Clyde Valley. For me it’s all about my grandparents as we frequently visited with them after school or on weekends. From when the café was the size of my livingroom to the now vast and modern amphitheatre it occupies, it will always remind me of Jeer and Grandad.

We took Sandy out to get some lawn seed and top soil as we start our toil in removing boulders from and levelling our back garden. As we browsed I suddenly noticed the sign for the petting zoo, having forgotten it was there. I remembered saying how we’d take him before we even knew he was a him!

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This is Sandy with the lovely Frizzles.

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And a roaming chicken.

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More chickens.

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The lucky little bean got allowed into the pen with the duck pond in.

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Trousers – H&M; Jumper – BabyGap; Bib – Gruffalo at Sainsburys

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However it kind of freaked him out. I think he preferred to be on the other side of the fence.

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Discussions as to if this was Peppa or Daddy pig.

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He didn’t seem too sure and spent most of the time with this look on his face.

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Shortly after this picture the petted lip appeared and he started sobbing big sad tears the poor man so we took a lunch break and returned for round two after.

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Ding ding!!

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Ooh fancy peacock!

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Favourite part of the petting zoo? Trying to bite the fence.

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So to conclude, babies don’t seem to really care for petting zoos but it’s still worth it to feed grain to the birds yourself, using said baby as a guise for your own childish tendencies.

Paint

Just a quick one about painting with babies.

Living in a far less central location now means we have to find a little more to do in the day. I have intentions of taking Sandy to Gymboree (little daredevil will adore it!) on the train and other such activities, but with no wifi at time of posting this I still haven’t fully investigated all opportunities. So, until the dust settles after the move financially and we see about perhaps a second car, we have been making our own fun. Here’s how to paint with babies!

You will need:
1 or more babies (though I think it’s safest to stick with one, see pictures below as case in point)
Plain Flour
Water
Food Colouring
Paper
Shower Curtain

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Make up paint by mixing flour with water to a paint-like consistency and then add a drop of food colouring. This idea I stole from pinterest and is fab because your baby can do their usual of sticking everything in the mouth and no worry of ingested chemicals. I used a pastry brush as an implement for him but to be honest he just wanted to work with his hands.

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Get your baby down to his nappy.

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Lay out shower curtain on bathroom floor a la Dexter. Now run the bath ready for a painty baby to go in. Get your paper and paints in there.

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Grab said baby and let the mess creativity commence!

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Cloth Nappy – Fuzzibunz Elite One Size

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The paint brush being utilised.

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Superb.

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The red paint really adds to the crime scene feel.

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I’d say get your nappy in the wash right after just in case any colourings take.
It really was a win-win because he adores baths too.

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We hung up the art on an impromptu washing line in Sandy’s room (yes, his new room! Don’t worry I plan on doing posts on all the rooms of the new house in due course)

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Sandy is definitely an expressionist.

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I got him to “sign” the bottom right corner of each in pen (as task he liked a lot less than the painting bit) and wrote his name underneath. These featured on father’s day. Free gifts woohoo (stingy).
Yep so it’s a highly recommended way to kill an afternoon. It’s bad to admit that but some grumpy days you do just need something to get you to the home straight.

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Making and sampling bread is another way of achieving this.
Anyway, til next time.

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Boys

One of Sandy’s best baby buddies came for a playdate the other afternoon. Alex was born eight days after Sandy and his mummy Jill was one of the mums-to-be who was at the NCT antenatal classes we attended before their births. I’ve stayed in contact with three of the mums (Jill, Kris and Faye) and it’s been an amazing support and sanity check that everything that’s happened has been happening to us all. It makes it that little bit easier!

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Look at these gorgeous boys!

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It’s crazy to think that a year ago these two were still on the inside.

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And now here they are standing up playing together.

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Even more crazy that they will, in less than two months, be celebrating their birthdays.

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Gorgeous Master Alex.

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Speaking of birthdays just a heads up to anyone who expects an invite; Sandy’s party will be Saturday 3rd of August in the afternoon… and expect a pirate theme! More to come on that and of course pictures of the big day for any not attending!

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It’s so funny watching babies playing together. They sort of are interested at first then sandy one of them sits on the other one and they go their separate ways.

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Kisses for mummy!

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And hugs for eachother (loose use of the word “hugs” to describe this interaction)

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Sandy wanting Alex’s bottle, greedy chub.

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Lettuce leaf heads.
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Hopefully those who play together will stay together. I don’t have any friends with children so I can’t emphasise how important it has been to have a group of friends with babies of the same age. It’s great for Sandy too, socialising and all that.

Buttercup

Upon our walk the other day Sandy and I discovered the most perfect picnic spot known to man. You may remember a photograph of a meadow of buttercups from the last post – this was it. And what a glorious picnic it was.

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As soon as I saw the field I knew we had to get Sandy in it.

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There is something so deeply fulfilling about watching him in new environments. His little brain just soaks all the colours and textures up like a sponge. The way he touches something new – like the buttercups – ever so gently at first… ahh!

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It’s funny how from different perspectives something like a field of buttercups can seem so differing. From the gate and the road it is immense. It’s seems to be a yellow carpet and you’d imagine the flowers were small and densely packed, like grass. But it’s not.

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And you wade in to find the most buttercuppy patch and keep walking waiting for there to be a place where more are growing closer and in higher abundance but there isn’t. It’s an optical illusion, and the bit just up ahead is the same as the patch you stand on now. It’s beauty seems to be most magnified from afar.

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I thought it apt that our umbrella was the same colour as the field, and Sandy’s hat.

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We picnicked on bumpy ground.

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Picnicking with a baby is actually a lot easier that feeding them at home. The ground doesn’t mind mess as carpets do.

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Hat –H&M; Romper – Rapife Baby

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Hi.

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Just when you think the men in your life couldn’t get any more adorable…

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…well stick them in a meadow of buttercups and see what happens.

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There was so much vastness there, so much sky and endless green and yellow ground.

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For anyone with a baby ages with Sandy (he’s a little over ten months) I beg you get them a daffodil and blow the seeds off. Sandy LOVED it.

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There isn’t much better than Sandy hugs… except Sandy hugs on perfect days.

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Afterwards we took Sandy for a walk in the sling for a nap and explored the wood a bit more. Then we rounded off a perfect afternoon with some more daffodil seed head blowing for good measure.

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(Excuse my giant arm; it’s a wide angle lens I swear!)

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Much love.

Back Home

Apologies for the delay in posts; we are still incommunicado re: that wonderful medium known as the internet. A well-used sentiment yes but, wow, how much do I rely on it? It’s crazy! We’ve been offline (to some extent, in that we still have dodgy 3G and loans from work, university, parental homesteads) for only two weeks but I have found myself numerous times unsure what plans are and missing appointments. To be honest it’s mostly the lack of iPad that is the problem for me. My calendar is on there and without wifi there is little need to grab it.

The other day I found myself at 5:15pm suddenly filled with dread as I realised I was about to miss the second post-graduate seminar in a row, it starting in 15 minutes and me half an hour away with a baby to put to bed. The shame continued however after I received this response to my apology email to my supervisor: “Dear Helen, the seminar was last week. I do hope that you make it to the next one”. Oh the shame. I suppose this is what it’s like to be one of those people who are always late to things. It’s just not me so roll on the phone line.

So we are two weeks in to our new life and I’ve got to tell you, it’s been everything I imagined it would be and more. This place represents far more in terms of emotional wellbeing than it does physically, but practically it really is just a whole new, perfect, way of life.

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Its little things like being able to hang the washing out while Sandy plays in the living room.

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And driving up to your front door; being able to leave things in the car and nip out in pyjamas and socks to get them.

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Going places whenever you want. It’s probably normal life for most people, but for me it’s something I’ve been delighting in daily.

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Sleepsuit – Next

We’ve spent our first two weeks living the family life we’ve dreamed of, in a level of relaxation, quiet and peace we’ve been seven years without, two years striving for. It’s a well earned rest.

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It has been an unexpected delight to have had a week and a half of pure summer welcome us to our new abode. There has been such joy in just strolling in and out as if the whole world is a room.

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The boys have been indulging in man things. Watering the garden and observing loud machines and rude men build our neighbours residences.

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Hat, Trousers – H&M; Shirt – Next; Converse – Schuh; Bee backpack – Littlelife

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We have so much room here and are in the process of sorting it all out. We’ve done the necessaries to make everything very much liveable but there is so much I want to do and so much potential. A new build is like a blank canvas and I can’t wait to put my mark on it. We’ve been to IKEA for some window shopping to this end.

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The obligatory meatballs.

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And jelly.

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I’m loving that I now have an proper excuse to buy the children’s jelly portions in the IKEA restaurant.
Anyway, on to the real point of this post other than to catch up on the ongoings of the first manic weeks. We are no longer what Stuart’s friend Liam called us, “city slickers”.

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You see that?

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COUNTRYSIDE!

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Trees and hedgerows and red roads.

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And meadows.

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AND SKY!

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Lanarkshire, I’m home!

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When you are a teenager growing up in a rural environment you don’t know how good you’ve got it. In fact, you are ungrateful. I found myself in the latter years of my secondary education striving for the urban. I’d be on buses and trains, attending things where people were. Granted I didn’t care for many people but it’s that age where you want to socialise and you are irritated to live somewhere that requires an unreliable bus journey, a train that leaves just before the bus gets to it and a lot of persistence to get to the nearest metropolis. It’s why my first driving lesson took place on the night of the day I turned 17.

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And of course everything turned around for me when I moved to Glasgow. 17 years old and fresh from school, into a box like room that was independence and to a city full of people and music and noise. It was everything I wanted it to be and things like may blossom wouldn’t have turned my head in the slightest.

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But as time wore on and I moved to the flat and my degrees passed I found myself magnetically drawn to the greenest parts of the city. And the tar and brick back court of the flat became full of pots of greenery and baskets of flowers and everything I could find at a garden centre to recreate a garden in what was a glorified bin yard attached to the back of our home.

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I suppose getting pregnant and the prospect of Sandy really brought the homesickness out in me. All the images of my youth, varied in theme and importance, had a common backdrop. From birthday parties to school, and hobbies to holidays, the backdrop was always green.

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I found myself visiting parks and gardens and anywhere that you could hear wind. And when we found out we were moving for sure I was so excited to be able to hear the wind again, and smell the blossomy earthy smells and feel the coolness of tree shelter mix with dappled sunlight.

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And so, one week after we moved in, the best housewarming gift we could have received was revealed to me, as Sandy and I took a stroll down the red country road, having gone in search of a playpark.

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It starts as a road with sun and fields and hedges. As you advance it becomes light wood and the road becomes a path, sided with trees encroaching closer. The wood shows the river and a bridge shows tiny bumpy trails which pull you closer with each step, because, you don’t know just what might be round the next corner.

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And there are such unexpected delights to be found, like wild strawberries, which we will store in the calendar for a months time to go picking.

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And all the beauty of nature retaking man’s land grabs of years passed.

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A maze of exploration I am so grateful that Sandy will grow up with.

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And so the wood becomes forest and trees entangle over paths and wrap around eachother.

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You turn the corner and there are conifers and pines and for all I know we could be in the highlands but we are a mile from our home and we walked here.

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We live here.

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And all the things I loved from my childhood are flying back to me and all that I idealise in novels is happening right now as golden summer brings wildflowers and light and fresh air back to me.

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I am so grateful. I’ve never felt such a homecoming.

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And so much still to explore.

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Immense opportunities for someone who is finally home, and a little boy who will call this place such.

Moving Part 2

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This is the first photograph I took of our new house. Sandy in his pyjamas, newly arrived in his new home, amid a chaos of boxes, and upended sofas and boxes with fish.

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I suppose it epitomises moving home well.

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Let me tell you what the worst thing about moving house it. Moving fish and fish tanks. Catching them and moving the tanks and cleaning it all and getting them into the car only to find any acceleration splooshes fishy water all over the car seat and your leg… that’s no fun. What else is no fun? I hear you ask. Waking up on the first morning in your new house to find your brand new living room carpet sodden and your fish gasping on their sides in half an inch of water because there was – unbeknown to you – damage to the tank in the removal vans. Luckily Sid and Matlock are fine and we for once thanked Sandy for waking us at five am to save them. Even Stuart’s saturated ipod which had been beside the tank made it. I swear this house is magic.

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And it truly is. It is amazing, it’s a home.

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It’s odd but it feels like it has always been our home. I don’t feel that I am in a new place or a strange place. Maybe because it’s brand new, a blank canvas, ready to absorb our family in an instand. Sandy’s Castle is an old friend.

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The magic extended to Sandy continuing in his sleep routine to the letter. What a champion.

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We’ve been working hard over the last week or so to get things into place, starting at the start with the essentials and deviating into small tasks before rushing back to the important things.

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Every step we take I find myself loving this place more and more.

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So much to do, but time to enjoy doing it. And in the meantime…

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Sandyman.

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Scotland Strip; White Converse – Schuh

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Trips out to see his cousins playing football in appropriate attire.

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Enjoying chorizo sitting at the table.

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It’s one of my favourite things about the last few days, family meals.

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We’ve even had time to enjoy the little bit of garden which isn’t mud.

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There’s so much exciting stuff here for little boys.

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I can’t wait to show you more; but you will have to wait until I’ve sorted our my wardrobe (seriously, you should see it).

Moving Part 1

What time is it?

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Why! It’s MOVING O’CLOCK!!
It has happened. We have moved. I type this from Sandy’s Castle. I can’t believe it has actually happened.

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So I’m backtracking a bit now; catching up on the last week’s on-goings. It started with piles of stuff and it ended with piles of stuff. Slowly we watched our flat become naked. It filled with boxes and bags and oddly taped items, but it seemed to retain all its character. It’s as if the age transcended us and our era here.

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I was saying similar to Stuart as we placed our palms flat on the thick stone walls, feeling the ridges of the wallpaper underneath. That to the place we are only seven years of over a hundred; a mere flash of existence in amongst more riveting times and more loyal dwellars. It means so much to us but if the building could feel, would it seem so poignant?

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And Sandy, well he’s only been there for ten months.

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Happy ten months my angel.

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Whale Sleepsuit and Night Cap – John Lewis

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Sandy went to bed on the last night he would spend in his first home and of course little did he know it was the end.

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We patiently waited for the big day, conserving strength and padding about an already echoey flat.

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On the morning of we scraped together the last of our food and I found myself having a double decker which Sandy stole from me, wrapper and all.

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Bad mother alert.

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But look at that face. We let things slip on special occasions.

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And so seven am on the day came and we sat at the window waiting for Gran, Granda and Auntie Nicola. Sandy said goodbye to the city. And the weather brought us a sparkling farewell.

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Goodbye first home.

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(The sun makes him sneeze).

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Stuart and I stood at the big bay windows, watching our son leave with his family, knowing that he had been carried out for the last time and when he went ‘home’ later that evening it wouldn’t be the same for him. I’m not going to lie, it worries me that I can’t tell how he feels. I can’t be sure that – like everyone says – he doesn’t notice the change; in fact I am sure he notices it, and notices a lot more than anyone thinks. I hate the idea he ever feels uncomfortable.

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And so with Sandy safely shipped off to his Gran and Grandas house we sprang into action. There is so little you can do before the day itself so we got a bit mental packing and trying to get fish into appropriate receptacles for travel.

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We stuffed in a quick breakfast of the tail end of a bag of frosties – dry – and half a yorkie with tea. Thanks to my husband’s selective hearing I didn’t eat again until dinner, not so helpful but hey.

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Without going into massive details a lot of lifting and stressing and dodging large items ensued. Why were we doing the lifting you may ask? Because the delivery men messed up in the following way:
Me: “So I also have a lot of boxes”!
Him: “How many would you say?”
Me: “I’m not sure at all it’s hard to say”
Him: “50?”
Me: “Could easily be a lot more…”
Him: “We’ll say 50”

Suffice to say there weren’t enough men or vans for the job and it all became bit stressful.

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So while everyone lifted things and bitched about it I wrote a welcome note for the incomers and defended my amount of things to the removal guy. He insisted I have a small business. I told him I didn’t. He kept coming back and saying that I did. So in the end I just said yes, sure, whatever. “I knew it” he said “And this is all your stock”. “I guess so” I replied. “Yeah, I knew it, I’ve never seen this much stuff in a move of this size”.

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*Set face to embarrassed*

Anyway finally all the crap stuff was in the van and despite their insistence that there was not enough room and constant demands that I prioritise items, there was plenty of room. So Stuart and my Dad and the removal van headed to the new house without me and I cleaned. And when it was done I called for my lift out of there for the last time and I sat down.

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I didn’t think about where I had put myself. I just did it. And then I looked and I saw the wooden side that a year and a half ago had hosted a little white strip with turned one line pink and then shortly after another did too and Brothers In Arms by Dire Straits played as Stuart and I first realised that there was in existence a Sandy. And then I realised I was sitting in a position in which many moons ago Stuart proposed to me. And I realised that all the important things had happened in the one room and it seemed oddly poetic that for my final moments in the flat I had flopped myself down there.

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And so it was empty.

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Sandy’s first room vacated.

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And so we left.

To be continued.