I have previously mentioned how much I love Autumn and this week’s #magicmomentscontinues with the Autumnal theme and family time.
We have been pretty busy this weekemd clearing away the trampoline and putting it in the loft. We can’t keep it out for the winter as there is a field in front of us and so when the winds pick up, our house is the first to get the onslaught. The pigeons also like to roost in the tree above the trampoline and so any random spurt of ‘let’s go on the trampoline’ has to be delayed by at least 15mins clearing all their mess away. And finally – we would end up with a massive block of ice when the snow arrives.
So trampoline in the loft, garden furniture tucked away and covered, grass has been sown in a couple of patches and we did some clearing at school in between.
The parts I absolutely loved in all this were the boys having simple fun. They couldn’t wait to get into the loft. So I helped them up the loft ladder and it was like a treasure chest to them. I even turned the light out (with their permission of course!) so that they could see how dark it is. Although the light in the passage was still on with the loft hatch open.
We gave them rides on the wheel barrow and and they had fun on their bikes in the puddles. They even went so far as exploring and clearing out our friends pond (sorry friends!) but the look of joy on their faces that they had done it was a picture.
After all our jobs had been done – we ordered in a a pizza and watched a movie. Lovely family time.
I have been sitting going through all the #magicmoments I would possibly like the share and the one that keeps coming back to me is from Friday evening at our village Harvest Festival.
The children were scheduled to sing a couple of songs in the church service and so there was much excitement in the week leading up to Friday (with a lot of singing in the bath practising their songs – which was lovely!). The boys had also asked if we could go to the Harvest supper after the service – which we thought sounded like a good idea.
Friday morning arrived and I thought it best to let the boys know that their dad would probably miss the church service because of the time he had to leave work but would definitely make the supper. They accepted this and waved him off in the morning with a ‘See you at the Harvest supper Dad!’.
The kids all sang beautifully that evening and it is just pure joy to listen to them all. My supportive husband had managed to hot foot it to the other side of the village after driving back from the train station and made it to the service in time to listen to the kids sing their 2nd song.
Our youngest son clocked him and had the biggest smile on his face. He came running up to him at the end of the service and said ‘Dad you made it!’. My supportive husband said it was so worth the rush and that he was pleased he had got there for the boys.
Most of the times, it’s not the fact the person was late – it’s that they made the effort! The boys didn’t notice that he was late – they noticed that he was there. In this case the effort was so worth it!
When we were pregnant with our second child, I recall having a discussion with my supportive husband as to whether we find out the sex of our baby (I’ll save that discussion to blog about for another day). We found out we were to be blessed with another boy and we were/are really happy.
It does mean that I am the ‘only girl’ in the house and they are lucky that I am not a girly girl. It also means loads of BOY stuff. We have bikes, cricket sets, skateboards, footballs, cars, trains (which I might add are also suitable for girls!)…the list goes on.
It also means that sometimes our living room/lounge is transformed into a sort of workshop. Take operation puncture repair above.
We were our riding in the muddy fields today, our youngest son’s bike found massive thorn and his tyre was completely flat. We had fun giving him lifts on our grown up bikes or swapping with his older brother at times in order for us to get back home. Whilst I am super supportive of all things boys, being a girl means I get confused as to how the lounge is a good place to repair a puncture?
There is a garage, kitchen, bathroom or even garden…but nope the lounge appears to be the most logical place for the repair to be undertaken. Granted – credit where credit is due – they have put something down to protect the carpet, but really?!?! The lounge?
My supportive husband has a saying when women do things he doesn’t understand. He shakes his head and mumbles ‘Women – odd’ and it appears to help him get over his confusion. I, on the other hand, don’t. Love our boys to bits but will have to let them all know that the lounge is off limits as a workshop!