Happy 8th Birthday, Luke!

Late.  Again.  But, hey, going up before Jack's 10th birthday.

Luke had an epic birthday, full of Lego, Skylanders Swopforce and a pizza hut party which came close to having no pizza at all (long story!).

We also had parents evening recently and Luke and his teacher have clearly hit it off fine.  However, the most interesting comment of the whole evening came not from Mrs R, but from Mrs U, Jack's teacher.  As we wrapped up our meeting with her, about Jack, we said to Dan "come on then, let's go and find Luke" and Mrs U immediately told us how much she enjoys watching Luke in the after school singing club which she helps to run.  Apparently he really enjoys the music and can't stand still - he has the music in him, it seems.

Here he is, with the good behaviour beaver, finally his for the weekend after two years!  Love you, Lukey! xx

We are the pirates, yo ho ho!

It makes me laugh every time I look at it. 

August - summer days

We have had a lovely, lovely summer.  It went so fast, much helped I think by the lovely weather, so different to last year!   It has been most odd to be able to go out without a nappy bag or a pram, very freeing.  We spent a lot of time down at the beach and in the sea.  Dan is turning out to be yet another daredevil - if I turn my back on him, he is in the sea and up to his neck in it. 

He's also learnt the art of cajoling a big brother for a carry.

Dan is FOUR!

Dan was 4 years old yesterday and it was a very pirate-themed birthday.  He had his first birthday party in the church hall, with 11 guests and had a lovely time.  As a total side-note, we had 12 children from 6 different families and of those children, 4 of them, from 3 of the families, were red heads.  I thought that was pretty cool.

Today marks 4 years since I first held Dan, so my apologies for the sentimentality, but here we are having our first cuddle.

 

I thank God every day for sparing him and Colchester SCBU for helping.  There is a little bit of me forever frozen in time, still in the hospital praying and hoping that he will be okay. 

And he is okay.  Noisy and boisterous and okay.  One day I'll maybe get round to blogging about our diversion down the path of early assessment and intervention, but while we're still in the thick of it, it seems a bit raw.  So here's the birthday boy, Capt'm Dan.