We are expecting our third little bundle of mischief at the end of October (Octoberish, I know by now they don't get a due date memo). It's a boy and you can expect a considered essay/rant about people assuming we wanted a girl at some point.
Leo is growing at a tremendous rate and his little personality is asserting itself more and more each day. His favourite person is still Sam, but he's learning to stand up for himself in terms of where he plays and what he plays with!
Sam is a whirlwind. He is funny and devastatingly clever. His confidence and charm are a source of pride and exhaustion. I spend a part of every day wondering how to keep up with him. Just now he is thriving on three mornings a week at playgroup but we don't really intend to send him off to a school nursery until at least early next year as we both have some dilemmas with the current "Curriculum for Excellence".
He may not go until after his 4th birthday for the simple fact that we have moved to a different school catchment and there is a long waiting list for the upcoming academic year. I do like it when circumstances help me with big decisions.
About the move. We have been here just over a week and I'm going to tentatively say that we have found our forever home. It's a chalet style house (with super energy conserving slope roof design to make my green heart happy) and the family that had it and loved it before us created an extension that includes a big dining kitchen which is already the heart of our home.
I keep rushing round trying to do twenty jobs at once to make it presentable and then I remember that we all have places to sleep, the kitchen, living room AND the whole room we've been able give over to the boys play space are all up and running so there is no rush for the rest. I'm relishing the sense of permanence that we never had in our previous home.
So, all in all, I've been taking a lot of time to remind myself that big changes are made up of lots of little steps.