One of the things I noticed most after my dad passed away was the fact that we had so few photographs of him with us. Yes we had them from when we were younger, but as we got older and had our own children, there were significantly less images of my dad with us.
I can honestly say pregnancy was more difficult than labour for me. Pelvic girdle pain, hyper emesis, weight loss, anxiety and not once feeling that ‘pregnancy glow’ kind of made the whole thing suck. I was 22 when I was pregnant with Ells, young, naïve and utterly unprepared for motherhood.
My beautiful Birthday Girl, Ells,
I cannot believe you are 14 years old. Where did the time go?
It seems like only yesterday when the midwife placed you in my arms, all 7lbs 6oz of you. Your eyes were deep blue, skin a little jaundiced but perfect and unmistakeably mine.
There have been loads of posts about littles and school places, and in the most part everyone had had the school they wanted. We are still playing the waiting game.
We were delayed in submitting our application for schools at the request of the PreSchool Forum, they are early years help for children who will need extra help transitioning to a more formal school setting. The delay means we are still waiting for the second round of allocations to happen at the beginning of May
Easter Monday is always a last minute ‘what are we going to do?’ ordeal, but this year I wanted to get ahead of the game and actually plan something.
We live a stone’s throw away from a few National Trust sites, and we have probably been to one in the 7-8 years of living in the area.
The Easter Holidays are a bit of a weird affair. It marks the end of Spring term and the start of Summer term. It is invariable at different fortnightly intervals across the UK, making the planning of meeting up with family near and far a pigging nightmare!
As a kid it was a naughty mag my brother hid and tittered at like a girl with his mates (I think!) and other generally back room, top shelf, dodgy, dirty stuff chaps in trench coats went around hoarding. I assure you today it is much worse than that, and with so many kids online the conversation needs to be had by all of us.
One down. I am still digesting the conversation from Tuesday. It is a conversation nearly 3 years in the making and it made me need to take a seat.
Anyone who has gone through Umbrella Pathways will tell you it is not an easy route. It is a long exhausting process and you will need to fight on behalf of your child. You may well have to go toe to toe with a GP to get a referral sent, you will definitely know everyone’s names and direct numbers, and they may even sigh when you call yet again.