Toddler tasks

A couple of highlights from J's week. He's taken to putting on our shoes and walking around in them, here he is in daddy's. The other day he put on Warren's walking boots which you'd think a 17 month old would find too heavy to walk in, wouldn't you? Well, he walked around the house, lay on the sofa and then lifted his legs up over his head and back down again! 

J has also discovered the apple tree in our garden. This apple he reached and pulled down on his own, had a few bites, left a few more bitemarks and then moved on to other things... Toddler life!

Scars, trainers and stretching

Oh, I've been looking forward to this post for months! Last week I had my 6 week check and my brand new c-section wound is healing nicely so off for a jog I went. One of my key priorities for the next year is to rebuild my core through Pilates (below) and get moving through running. The running has been a good, gentle beginning but a beginning nonetheless. For months now whenever I've seen a jogger I've felt a twinge of the green-eyed monster but now I'm one of them again - and (relatively) soon I'll begin to feel like it!

our weekend

I have been looking forward to the Balloon Fiesta for months. So, on Friday we got up at 5am (well, I was already up!), got everything ready, hit the road and arrived at Ashton Court at 6am. It was then we were told that the balloons weren't going up. Sad face. But that was before we'd paid the £15 parking charge. Happy face. Hence, if you'd have walked past Blaise Park at 7am, that's where you'd have found us. The climbing frame was all ours! Drinking hot chocolate and eating brioche; what a healthy start to the weekend!

And then Sunday was my parents' 40th wedding anniversary, in honour of which we all congregated in the Wye Valley, most of us wearing red. Here my niece hands out my auntie's excellent idea: DIY pavlova. Meringues, cream, raspberries. Assemble. Consume.

Hmm, that sounds like a really unhealthy weekend...!

Tricky weeks and ice cream

Sometimes tricky weeks result in a lack of creative achievement. (Or, in fact, any achievement!) But sometimes they also culminate at the park, having walked through the woods up to the folly and back down to ice cream and the playground. Phew!