All parents everywhere know how challenging the school run can be. It has the power to turn the most sensible and reasonable grown-up into a quivering mess. What is it about those first few hours of the day? They bewitch us and we end up barking one syllable words over and over again at our children…”SHOES!” “TEETH!” “COAT!”
Honestly, if anyone saw me in the morning trying to hustle Bailey out the door, there is no way they would think I was an advocate for slow living.
I am convinced that time is actually faster for those early morning hours. Every day, without fail, minutes seem to disappear.
Bailey turned four at the beginning of the week. People always tell you how fast they grow up, and it’s true. I feel like I only just wrote Bailey turns three! I am so determined to drink it all in, and get the most of these early years. Of course Bailey was really ready to be another year older, and has been very excited about being able to hold up four fingers instead of three.
Turning from a three year old into a four year old, comes with lots of changes. Over the last year I have watched Bailey grow and develop her understanding of the world, and her place within it – not always with ease, and there has of course been frustrations and confusion along the way.
I have found that having a little one who is this age means we are often living in a place of extremes. She can quickly switch from oh so happy, to very cross, and then back again in an instant. This is very tiring, so I’m hoping the next year will be a little more even keeled.
So what is my sweet girl like as a newly four year old…
Thought I’d stop by with a little making update. Since my pledge back in March for it to be a month of making, I wanted to let you know how I am getting on. Well it’s May if you can believe it, so I have had two months to make my little socks off… how much do you think I’ve done?
This girl of mine is just about to turn three. I don’t know what it is about her birthday that makes me so reflective; but it only seems like yesterday that we were bringing her home from the hospital on a cold February day with the sky full of snow. We’d bought one of those super squidgy snowsuits which was miles too big for her. After we’d wrapped her up, all that was visible was this tiny little face, just a pair of eyes really. I couldn’t wait to get her home…
Bailey has just started at nursery, and I am finding the process quite hard. She is so ready in many ways; she is eager to learn, has always been social, and loves spending time with other children. There is no question that I really need the time. Trying to make lovely things to sell, whilst getting Margot all ready, looking after Bailey full time, and trying to sell and buy a house is a lot! The five hours I will eventually get for the two mornings that she will go a week, will get well and truly used.
She spent most of her first morning skipping about, singing “me going to nursery” and saying “me excited.” Whereas I sat on the side of the bath and had a secret cry.