I’m happy to say that this week has been notably better than last week. We’ve managed a trip to Drayton Manor, a lovely day out in Birmingham and a relatively small number of toddler meltdowns. All in all, I class that as a good week.
Libby has settled in brilliantly at nursery and loves going every day. I may have flattered myself a little bit when I thought she was going to be upset at me leaving and that she might miss me just a little bit. She couldn’t care less.
Lia has had a surprisingly productive week for a 16 month old. Totally of her own volition and without my help, she taught herself to count on Monday. We were playing with an abacus toy whilst we waited for Libby at her drama class. I counted the beads a couple of times as we moved them around.
Then Lia decided she didn’t want me to play anymore, took the abacus from me and moved the beads herself. And counted to six. Perfectly, without missing a beat.
I think back to the time when I was banging my head against a brick wall trying to teach Libby to count to three. It worked, she now counts to about twenty-six quite happily and we’re working on getting to thirty. But Lia has clearly been sat there taking it all in and biding her time. I guess that’s just what second children do.
For me, the week has been about decisions. Well, just the one decision actually, but it’s quite a major one.
No, I’m not getting divorced, that comes after the England v Wales rugby match on Saturday…
But for now, hubby and I have decided to enter a half-ironman triathlon next year. It consists of a 1.2 mile swim followed by a 56 mile cycle, followed by a half marathon (13.1 mile run).
For me, this is huge. I have a basic level of fitness and I managed to drag my fat arse around an eight mile run a couple of weeks ago, but there was wine provided every couple of miles. I haven’t cycled for well over two years. The swim is the only part I’m not concerned about.
Even the entry fee is an issue, it’s over £100 to enter and with both of us wanting to do it that’s a couple of hundred pounds to find from somewhere. But they are all obstacles that can be overcome and I’m quite determined. So bring on the training, I’m ready to get fit. Or die. One or the other.
Our Thursday photo #72 was taken this evening having totally failed to get any photographs of the two girls together during our lovely days out this week. In fact, if I’d known how difficult it was going to be to get two toddlers to keep still for long enough to press a shutter I might never have started the series.
What’s that you say, one of the children is upside down? I sometimes think people expect too much from mums. They’re both present and correct, I’m not a miracle worker.