The final 13 hours waiting for Mark to return saw me as a
distracted ball of adrenalin and emotion.
And so, naturally, I decided to focus my efforts on getting Alby to
master walking in wellies.
My mum bought him a pair of wellies for his Christmas
present and after a few gristly attempts they were put in the shoe cupboard along
with a mental note to “try again soon”.
Soon it turns out took over four months to turn up, but turn up it did
and I really don’t know what all the fuss was about. The wellies went on, Alby pointed at each
foot, rubbed his magic finger against the sole, and trotted into the
garden.
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| Welly action! |
I had not been prepared for this – I was prepared for
tentative steps around the living room. And
this will be my defence when Social Services turn up and ask why I allowed my
son to run around the garden, with ferociously strong winds all around, wearing
nothing more than a vest and pair of wellies!
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| Well deserved snoo |
Picking up on my crazed cleaning of recent days Alby
responded by doing his bit straightening up the garden for daddy. Whilst watching this, along with everything
else he has done in recent days, my mind recited it’s new mantra: I can’t wait
until Mark gets to experience this too.
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| Yet another moment I can't wait for Mark to share |
Now all we need is puddles
ReplyDeleteWe've got plenty of those about! Fear not, footage of puddle stomping will appear soon. x
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