“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.”
On the road again…
We got back from a wonderful weekend in Barcelona last night (more on that to follow), and are now en route to London for another whistlestop visit.
My routine is completely shot, and I’m trying desperately to reel in my to do list before it spirals completely out of control.
This one, of course, is taking it all in his stride.
Linking up with Jodi at Practising Simplicity for The 52 Project.
“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.”
This one is so utterly bonkers it makes my heart sing.
We had a bit of a mission of a morning on Friday, getting the bus over to gymnastics which involves forty minutes of walking each way as well as the hour-long bus ride itself. Arthur did nap on the bus, but once we’d eventually made it home it was definitely time to chill and watch a movie.
Except, obviously, this was the position he wanted to adopt, just to get a bit of extra gymnastics practice in.
And he’s getting so tall!
But I’m trying not to think too much about that…
Linking up with Jodi at Practising Simplicity for The 52 Project.
“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.”
It has always struck me as a little odd, having a sandpit on a beach.
This beach is full of shingle though (despite, as Arthur pointed out, being called Blackpool Sands). It’s a beautiful spot, but sometimes a boy just wants to dig.
And swim: the waves were rolling in, but we were playing in the sea not long after this picture was taken.
Not bad for nearly the end of September.
Linking up with Jodi at Practising Simplicity for The 52 Project.
“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.”
Arthur has been trying to master ‘rock and roll’ since he was first introduced to it at a gig in early summer.
At least once a day, when he is bubbling over with enthusiasm and excitement, he will pause, and concentrate, and try to manipulate his fingers into shape before asking in frustration for help to make the iconic horns sign.
We’ve talked him through the process, which fingers to fold in and which to hold up straight, and then on Friday, as we were sitting down for family sushi at the end of a long week, he finally cracked it for himself: with his right hand first, and then immediately with his left.
He was so immensely proud of himself; sometimes it really is the little things.
Linking up with Jodi at Practising Simplicity for The 52 Project.
“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.”
The joy of still being in your pyjamas at 4pm after a busy week…
A busy couple of months to be honest. The weather has shifted, though, in the last couple of days, and we have taken advantage of that by slowing down and cosying up and taking time to breathe.
Linking up with Jodi at Practising Simplicity for The 52 Project.
“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.”
We had a bit of an epic day of travelling last week, me and Arthur.
It was the funeral of the father of one of my oldest friends up in Stourbridge, and I really wanted to be there. It meant a crack of dawn start and eight hours on peak hour trains to get there and back from Devon, but fortunately this little man took it all in his stride.
He is such good company, and so curious about the world. I just can’t believe how grown up he’s getting.
Linking up with Jodi at Practising Simplicity for The 52 Project.
“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.”
Campfires, wild swimming, messing about with guitars: we never meant to have Arthur with us on our romantic anniversary escape to a safari tent on Dartmoor, but when the the universe conspired against us we decided to go with it.
As it turned out, it was a magical weekend nonetheless. So many special moments for our little family, made especially so by the fact that they were never really supposed to happen.
We will go back one day, as a couple, to this little corner of paradise. But we would not have spent this weekend any other way.
Linking up with Jodi at Practising Simplicity for The 52 Project.
“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.”
Another weekend, another festival: the pure joy of somersaulting around a field in the evening sun.
Linking up with Jodi at Practising Simplicity for The 52 Project.
“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.”
I wonder what it feels like to do festivals this way? Tucked up warm in your dragon costume, the music muted by ear defenders and a faint glow of fairy lights around you…
We kept expecting him to wake as we enjoyed ‘just one last band’, but he was just so deeply asleep.
I guess it must feel pretty awesome.
Linking up with Jodi at Practising Simplicity for The 52 Project.
“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.”
Such an perfect week away with this little man: almost every second spent outdoors, exploring and playing and learning and socialising.
And in between it all quiet moments like this where I savoured him looking so self-assured, so content.
Love summer, love our campervan, and cannot wait for our next adventure.
Linking up with Jodi at Practising Simplicity for The 52 Project.
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