A Weekend Colouring in Autumn.

Hello,

It’s been a lovely few days here, if not challenging at times. The sun has been shining though, and it has felt important that we make the most of it. Before the last of the sun fades away along with the Autumn. And to go along with that feel good sunshine is some feel good news. ‘P’ has had her cast removed and has been discharged from the fracture clinic……woohoo.

That night she had a bath for the first time since the fracture (not that she wasn’t being washed I promise). It was hilarious to watch her. My hubby made her an extra bubbly bath, and it felt like we were watching a mermaid splashing about in the tub. Both of us had to convince her to leave the bath for bed, as she insisted that she was staying in the bath. The next day it was so easy to get her dressed without the cumbersome cast and she insisted she wanted to draw. Seeing as it was sunny, I bundled both of the little pigs into warm clothes and set them a little drawing table in the garden. ‘P’ loved being outside drawing and for the first time in a month riding her bike and her scooter.

Colouring and drawing in the garden.
Colouring and drawing in the garden.
Colouring and drawing in the garden
Colouring and drawing in the garden

I am not sorry either to be keeping those felt tip pens away from my soft furnishings. My eldest piggy is for the most part very good with the rule of, ‘we only draw on paper and nothing else’. My youngest piggy is learning this rule for sure, but gets very easily distracted much to be my sofa’s horror. Luckily these felt tips are washable. It all came out after a rub with a damp cloth. Later we watched The Nightmare Before Christmas and to my surprise my eldest loved it. It did make me smile to hear singing one of the songs from the film later on in the day.

Earlier that day my poor pooch had vomited up some corn on the cob fragments (he’d managed to eat this over a month ago!). Over the course of the day, he became very quiet and seemingly uncomfortable. Worried that perhaps the rest of the corn on the cob fragments might be causing an obstruction somewhere in his intestines. I took him into the veterinary practice I used to work at. A thorough examination and a couple of x-rays later, he was cleared of suspicion. Still very quiet though he didn’t pick up until much later on the following afternoon. When he then picked up a ball and started rolling around.

Normality resumed and he’s back to his goofy, clumsy self. It felt very strange though to be back where I had once worked as a client, and not the veterinary nurse that had worked there for a decade. A sharp reminder that I do still miss being a Registered Veterinary Nurse. Even now when I’m filing out the occupation box on forms, stay at home mum looks so out of place.

Goofiness resumed.
Goofiness resumed.
Millie Marotta's Animal Kingdom
Millie Marotta’s Animal Kingdom
Grown-up colouring
Grown-up colouring

We did some more colouring as ‘P’ is very much enjoying having the use of her left hand again. It is not the same using your right when you are a leftie. I joined the girls with some of my own colouring that I have not picked up since my youngest was born. I forgot how nice it was  just to sit and colour. Saturday came and went with yet another unsettled night with my little piggies. They seem to have picked up the cough and cold that is doing the rounds. And then it was Sunday.

Everybody was irritable on Sunday. The main cause being lack of sleep. My husband had worked the night and both the little piggies had been up on and off throughout the night until morning. Eventually I suggested that we all leave the house and get some fresh air. In the hopes it would break the grumpy fog that enveloped us all. So we headed to Jeskyns in Cobtree near Gravesend. Its a lovely flat park that is relatively young still. It is approximately 10 years old, I believe being reclaimed farm land. Although we arrived late in the afternoon it was still really busy, clearly everybody else had the same idea as us. Jeskyns is also running a Gruffalo Spotting Trail at the moment so for the £1.50 parking, it is a rather cheap way of entertaining the little pigs for a few hours.

Gruffalo Spotting.
Gruffalo Spotting.

It was a lovely late afternoon and the light had a beautiful golden glow as the sun began to descend in the sky. There were lots of these lovely wooden frames dotted about the park. Framing a particular landmark or sight that has made a massive transformation in the past 10 years.

Ancient Tree
Ancient Tree

This Grandfather Tree you can see in the frame once stood alone in farmland. The last survivor of the ancient woodland that once covered the area. Now thanks to a replanting scheme, this Grandfather Tree stands alone no more. I like that the Tree got a happy ending in the end. I wonder just how much this tree has seen over the years, old trees always seem very wise in my imagination.

Flat farmyard now planted with Wild Cherry Trees.
Flat farmyard now planted with Wild Cherry Trees.

It’s amazing to see how much a landscape can change. I imagine to the local residents who have lived here for a long time, it has certainly been a dramatic one. The rest of the walk passed serenely apart from when I accidentally managed to pull ‘P’ off her her bike, and she bit her lip and tongue. Cue lots of screaming, blood and a very guilty feeling mummy who could not say the word ‘sorry’ enough. However she soon forgave me and was off tracking The Gruffalo (isn’t it amazing how quickly children move on).

Gruffalo Spotting in action.
Gruffalo Spotting in action.
Heading back to the car.
Heading back to the car.

Bloody mouth aside, the walk had done the trick and everybody seemed much happier and less irritable with one another. Once home, it was time for dinner, pjs and bed. Neither myself or my husband were far behind our little pigs. Both of us were in bed by 10pm. I didn’t even pick up my crochet hook, despite that I have multiple projects on the go that need finishing. Including my attempt no2 with a hat for my girls.

Hat attempt 2.
Hat attempt 2.

This it for now. Writing a blog post is no easy feat with little pigs running around, there is only so long you can distract them for…….

Speak to you soon.

Wishing you well.

Stay At Home Piggy

 

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