All posts tagged: family

Like Father, like son

My husband and son have many things in common. They would both happily spend the entire day in their pyjamas if they could. Every rainy Saturday afternoon is as a DVD box set opportunity. They laugh at their own jokes. Neither one likes to be offered ‘suggestions’ while constructing Lego. They can both smell a square of chocolate from a mile away. They believe that whoever shouts loudest gets his way. Dancing is their moment to showcase made-up karate chops and spin kicks. But, there is one other thing they have in common that drives me nuts.  I could be chopping veg in the kitchen, tidying toys away in the playroom, or actually be in the shower, when I hear my name called, followed by a question that usually starts with ‘Can you get me…’, ‘Where is the…’, or ‘What’s for…’ If I do not respond in a timely manner, my name and the accompanying question will simply be repeated at a higher volume, usually from the comfort of the sofa or bed where they are no doubt reclining at the time. I have abandoned risottos, skipped crucial …

Weekend Round-up

The Greek God(zilla) was home early on Friday afternoon, so he donned an apron and took over in the kitchen while I cleared the TV planner before the school run.  By ‘cleared’, I mean that I watched two episodes of Downton Abbey in order to make space for a new one.  There is something incredibly satisfying about watching recorded shows and then deleting them.  A bit like ticking items off a to-do list, although nowhere near as productive… After collecting the little one from school, we sat down at the table together for the Greek God(zilla)’s roast chicken with potatoes, parsnips and carrots. It was delicious and we devoured everything on our plates.  Twice. By 5.30pm, we had all changed into our stretchy clothes and retired to the sofa, where we slumped in front of the television for the rest of the evening.  By rest of the evening, I mean 8pm.  Late nights are soooooo 2008. I awoke on Saturday morning after an 11-hour sleep, feeling refreshed and full of beans!  The Greek God(zilla) still needed a few more hours before …

Meet my Brother, Jack

This is me and my little brother, Jack. We were dining out at a fancy Soho restaurant called Bob Bob Ricard with our GLORIOUS friend, Steve. Our faces are a little bit flushed because there is a button on each table with a sign that says ‘Press for Champagne’, so we did. More than once.  Probably more than twice.  Each.  It was a fun night! Anyway, Jack is the youngest sibling in our brood of four.  There are 17-years between us, but he is quite a delight to hang out with – funny, smart and very dashing too, don’t you agree?  Takes after me, OBVIOUSLY. Despite the age gap, we do still have a few things in common.  Jack went to Australia for a year, 12-years after I did, and hung out with the very same people I met during my time there.  Jealous much?  Of course! Especially because I am sure they liked him more than me… We also both like our coffee to be served exactly the way we want it – i.e. the RIGHT way.  We …

A Lovely Age

Sometimes, I wish I could freeze time.  Stop everything moving, stop us all growing older and just live in a moment for a little while longer. This summer was one of those times. I’ve never really had a whole summer with my son before.   He was born at the end of August, I returned to work the following August, and then for a couple of years we had a 2-week summer holiday together, but the rest of the time he was in nursery as the Greek God(zilla) and I both worked full-time. However, now that I have stepped off the hamster wheel, this summer he was all mine! I was excited for us to have so much time together, but part of me was a bit nervous about how I was going to entertain a 4-year old boy for 6 whole weeks. Would he be bored?  Would I be bored?  How would I get any work done? Before our week in Devon, I worried he would not enjoy playing on the beach for more than 10-minutes before complaining about …

And, that was that

Just a few weeks ago, I walked my son to and from his reception year at school for the very last time. THE LAST TIME. He is still yet to turn 5.  An August born baby, he is the youngest in his year and will turn 5 a week before he enters Year 1, just as many of his classmates will begin to celebrate their 6th birthday. Looking back, he probably was not ready to start school when he did.  Although at the time, we did not fully appreciate this. I decided not to delay his start at school until he was 5, which would have meant missing reception year and entering straight into Year 1. I also did not want to push his entry into reception back by a few months, as I thought it would be harder on him to join an already established class. Besides, he was ready for school in so many ways. At his nursery, he was a very popular, bright and articulate 3-year old boy who was exceeding pre-school expectations. Although in my …