Thirteen

The past month has been another hectic and fun filled one for the little boy. I can hear Sam happily chattering away to himself in the other room so let’s see if I can get an update out.

Sam’s latest source of great pride is climbing. He figured out how to pull himself up onto the sofa without any help and after a day of constantly climbing up, sliding off and climbing back up again he is now a bona fide mountain goat. The other day I caught him in the office as he scaled the futon. He had managed to haul himself right up on top of the back and was trying to wedge himself between it and the window sill so he could crawl over and get a good look at the ac window unit. Suffice to say baby proofing has been stepped up another notch.

This Friday I tried to start Memorial Day Weekend off on a good foot by pulling the bbq out and having it all ready to go when Bill got home from work at a normal hour. Was pretty nice and all went to plan. I had all the food organised, Bill jumped into action as chief griller and then the three of us had a pleasant evening sat on the front porch eating our meal. I was then able to leave Sam in daddy’s hands for him to bath and put to bed while I had a little mummy time, went to the gym and hit the treadmill. I’ve found a running training schedule and am determined to follow it in the hopes that when I reach the end I will be able to run three ten minute miles without pause. When I returned Sam was all dealt with and in bed so we could snuggle up and watch a movie (The Fountain) in peace. Bliss.

The next day Sam had an invitation to go to a little girl’s first birthday party in the afternoon. Aubrey lives very close by so I packed my little chap into the beast and we walked over to the celebrations. Sam had a really good time eating grilled cheese sandwiches, birthday cake and chocolate ice cream, wearing a silly party hat, and charging around their fenced back yard with some of the other children. A lovely afternoon spent with nice neighbours.

Sunday saw us driving to Macon to see Richard and Leigh and their family and friends at his brother’s house. That was a pretty great day too. All the men stayed inside and played some sort of World of Warcraft card game while the ladies got to watch the children play in the garden. As this involved splashing in a very nice pool and supping pina coladas I can’t really complain about baby sitting duty. Sam likes to go swimming too and had a good time bobbing around with me. He had his arm bands on and if he grabbed hold of a pool noodle I could practically let go of him as he keeps his bottom up and merrily floats around. When he realises what would happen were he to kick his legs he’s going to be off swimming before I know it.

Yesterday we finished off a perfect weekend with Bill treating us for lunch in the Highlands and we had a little wander around the shops and neighbourhood after that.

The rest of the month has seen a blur of:

baby playgroups at our house,
cleaning for baby playgroups at our house,
baby playgroups at other people’s houses,
visits to the zoo,
sitting at long table with bunch of drunk harriettes and lots of bottles of wine,
having an estate agent over to look at the house,
cleaning in advance of estate agent coming around,
running around Atlanta with the hash,
running around Atlanta with a bunch of fake Mexicans with the hash,
running around Atlanta clad in purple with the hash,
baby pool parties,
walking to Cantina La Casita from my house with a troupe of other mums to get margaritas,
dealing with first throes of toddler tantrums,
Bill being away in Tampa on business,
meeting baby friends at playgrounds,
swimming at the Y.

4 Responses to Thirteen

  1. Anonymous May 29, 2007 at 5:47 pm #

    you forgot

    Drinking with the girls at Graveyard

  2. Anonymous May 29, 2007 at 5:47 pm #

    you forgot

    Drinking with the girls at Graveyard

  3. ashridge May 31, 2007 at 1:14 pm #

    he is now a bona fide mountain goat.

    I know..let’s call him.. Billy! 🙂

    “when I reach the end I will be able to run three ten minute miles without pause..” Nah nah nah nah nah..I can!

  4. ashridge May 31, 2007 at 1:14 pm #

    he is now a bona fide mountain goat.

    I know..let’s call him.. Billy! 🙂

    “when I reach the end I will be able to run three ten minute miles without pause..” Nah nah nah nah nah..I can!

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