No excuses really, other than, this week is always a heinously busy one in the year because it’s Ruby’s birthday, and then my birthday and those two things keep me really quite tied up (the former, moreso than the latter).
I’ve been lax, and I know it. There are so many things I’ve been meaning to write about and participate in and just haven’t. They all began to mount up and I got a bit lost.
But I’ll try now.
1) Barcelona. What a stunningly beautiful place. Infact, that’s all I am going to say on that, because it deserves it’s very own post and I will do it. Maybe tonight, now that my Sky digital has packed in, I have no excuses.
2) Ruby’s birthday. My daughter is two! TWO! Her party was very sweet. Our family and close friends came to celebrate my girl’s special day, even in the rain. She got a lot of lovely presents, she hated HATED being sung to, and I made a very tasty cake. The only downer was that I was quite unwell throughout the entire day, and took my sorry self off to bed as soon as everyone had left.
3) The wedding plans. We went to Southampton for a very brief fly by to meet with the vicar who is marrying us. She’s a lovely warm lady called Frances, and I am chuffed to bits. We talked for an hour or so about our plans, our move to Southampton, what we were hoping to get from marriage and the wedding itself. Then she said a little prayer for us at the end, and it left me feeling warm and fuzzy. We are by no means religious, but we’re having a church wedding because the church we’re marrying at is tied to the primary school we both attended and it’s sweet and perfect and just right. Even though we are not practicing Christians, the way Frances spoke about the church and the families who attend and the social activities, made me really want to start going when we move. We won’t be living in the parish but I think we’ll make the effort to go anyway.
After the meeting with Frances we went for a meal with my brother in law and his girlfriend, which was lovely. And the following day I popped down to the florist to confirm bouquets and corsages.
Which brings us pretty much up to date. I started potty training Ruby today. Taking the slowly slowly approach, but she is now the proud owner of no less than 30 pairs of knickers. When we are at home, she’ll be in them, when we are going out, she’ll be in a nappy. When she tells me consistently that she needs the toilet before the event, then I’ll try her in knickers. If anyone has some advice, then send it my way. Only one accident today, but I know this is going to be a long and very messy process.
Is it too late to do the Gallery this week? Told you I’d been lax!
