Ooooh I have the sore legs today, my knees don’t feel connected properly anymore! I skipped the gym this morning, but hopefully will be back in action there tomorrow. We did go for a bit of a walk this afternoon though as we met up with Alyssa and Natalie at Oakland Cemetery and wandered among the graves as they were having a special street festival with guided tours, stories and music.
It was a beautiful day and the babies started off by getting social time on the grass by the stone lion Confederate memorial while parents took advantage of the Low Country BBQ. Sam showed off his new trick. First seen this morning, when on his tummy he now pulls his body right off the floor and goes into push up position.
We all then went for a stroll around the leafy cemetery and saw the rows and rows of Confederate graves and some really impressive family vaults. Apparently there are some historic figures buried there, but I can’t say I recognised any of them. The big star seemed to be Margaret Mitchell, who, now that I have Googled, I can tell you, was the author of Gone With The Wind. There were stalls amongst the tombs and some struck me as somewhat odd as they had set up tents in top of graves and when I entered to take a closer look I would find a gravestone right in the middle, didn’t seem to bother anyone else though.
There also seemed to be some fancy dress competition going on and participants were dressed up as occupants of the cemetery. Thankfully that meant wearing clothing of the time, rather than bones and actual dead people. Bill was a little disturbed by the number of Confederate soldiers that were walking around. I was amused by the heavily dressed up Victorian ladies pushing babies in modern strollers which looked throughly out of place.
Speaking of bones, Bill couldn’t wait any longer and yesterday dressed Sam up in his little skeleton outfit to go meet his friend for lunch. This was the first outfit Bill bought for his son as soon as he found out I was pregnant!
Sam wore me out this evening. He wriggled all over the floor for hours. He had me constantly extracting him from trouble and plopping him back on his mat. No matter how many interesting toys I tempt him with he seems to love to roll away in search of something nasty, like a dog bone or old shoe. Here he is when I have actually managed to keep him engrossed on his quilt. He’s getting quite good at sitting up now and is always vastly entertained by the toy his Aunty Melly and Sy gave him, and Bagpuss. We broke open the little cubes Aunty Jenny and Uncle Nick gave him this week too. He’s really supposed to be six months for those but he’s not far off now and they have proved to be quite a hit too. He pores over them, investigating all the different colours and textures at his fingertips.
Sam’s been in bed asleep for about an hour now and I’m exhausted. Somehow I think we need to get his bedtime to be earlier because I feel like I never get any time to unwind or get anything done myself. When he’s up and about I’m constantly watching him and being kept on my toes. Now, it’s way past time for me to go bed and get some sleep before doing it all again tomorrow. Awww I love him so much.