I haven’t blogged in a while. I’ve been busy. Well, not just normal busy as I’ve grown used to after bringing new, adorable life into the world, but manic busy.
I got married. It was fantastic. I wouldn’t have changed a thing. I married the man of my dreams, with my closest friends and family present, in the most beautiful of places, with the most delicious food, and most fantastic music.
Photography by Gareth Slade www.garethslade.co.uk
When I get the time, I will blog properly about it. Three months later I’m still as busy as ever. Sometimes I think I should give myself a break. Then I get excitable and go and plan a million and one things to do, mostly very stressful and all at the same time. It’s just the way I live my life.
I also am finally going back to university! I’m thrilled about it, but juggling a full-time course (and commuting!) with work and family life is going to be tough. I’m under no illusions. It’s an investment though (at that price, it can’t be seen as anything else or no sane person would do it)! I hope that it makes a difference for our family’s future.
I have been looking forward to Christmas so much this year! It’ll be Henry’s second one, but he’ll realise he has new toys to play with this year!
It’s almost a year since we got engaged, on Christmas day 2011. It was the most perfect present, all wrapped up under the tree in a little box. I was under strict instructions to leave that one until last. I must have showed everyone my left hand that day, week and up until it turned from yelps of happiness into polite smiles and a nod of the head. But it only happens once! And I’m excited that the most important thing is already sorted; the fact that I’m going to marry the love of my life!
Henry was a month old on his first Christmas, sporting a little reindeer jumper with the words “santa’s little helper” printed across the front.
He didn’t know what was going on, but did seem interested in the tree and decorations. I can’t believe it has been a whole year since then. 3 more sleeps and Henry can enjoy a day that will always be so full of love. A day that cemented our little family unit. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without our little boy.
We went to a lovely wedding yesterday. A couple of our close friends married on a beautiful day, with lovely hot, sunny weather and it was glorious. My other half was best man, so we decided to dress Henry in equally suitable attire (pardon the pun). When we dressed him after his lunch to avoid the main bulk of dribble and mess, we couldn’t stop giggling at him. He just looked too adorable in his little suit and shirt, complete with baby velcro tie. We had to remove his suit jacket, as I mentioned before about the weather being so incredible. Also the tie did eventually become a chew toy, and completely covered in slober, but it was worth the £38 spent in BHS, just for the single photograph below.
Henry was very good during the ceremony also. He only got a little grisly near to the end when I just stepped outside, and then had to leave quite abruptly after because the amount of strange faces spooked him a little. Other than that though, he behaved very well, and I am so proud of him! We had a wonderful day, and now I would just like to take this opportunity to congratulate the two newlyweds and wish them a lifetime of happiness!
I feel so drained, but in a good way. It’s as if we’ve crammed in a massive amount of activities in a very short space of time. It’s been a long day, but at least I know I’ll sleep well tonight. We took Henry swimming again today – another successful session! Seeing him splashing about all happy and having endless amounts of fun makes it all worth it. He doesn’t even cry when we’re getting him dressed or anything. He just falls asleep after.
We’ve gone and booked our wedding reception too. It’s all very exciting! I love all the planning of it, and thinking about how Henry fits nicely into our plans for the day. He’s going to look so handsome in a miniature suit and little waistcoat… not that it will stay clean for long!
I have also, for the second time this week, managed to make it to the gym! It was my first time back in over a year on Sunday, and then again today. Juggling work, relationships and pregnancy all took over my already bursting schedule. My filofax is well-worn and well-loved. I do really enjoy going for a nice workout though, and a relaxing swim afterwards. It makes me feel a little more human, and it is very much ‘me-time’. I have to make the most of that when I can. Two swims in one day though! I never thought I’d see the day.
It’s unbelievable just how much of a toll neglecting my health a little and the pregnancy/baby has taken on my general fitness. Twice a week though, and I shall see improvements.
Henry will thank me for it, when he’s a little older and wants to run around the park and do all those things that children want to do. I just need to stick to it, like I have with taking Henry swimming, and to his little rhymetime mum and baby sessions.
I take on too much at once. I can’t wait for anything in a good and reasonable time. It all has to happen now. These are the things I know I am guilty of, and so leaves me quite stressed at times. I started a new job, had a baby, moved house and am now planning a wedding all in a really short space of time. So aside from bereavement and divorce, I’m tackling the top stressful life events all at once. Hoorah.
I am really enjoying planning our wedding, at the same time as hating the family politics of the guest list and trying to fit in appointments to see venues and meetings with various people in between Henry-schedule. It is lovely to think about including our lovely little boy in our plans though. I’m looking forward to buying him a tiny suit and waistcoat, and the plan is to tie our rings onto a little ring cushion so he can hold it when he walks down the aisle. Our beautiful, little ringbearer. I can’t wait.
It is stressful though, and that’s not even mentioning budgeting and how expensive everything is. Twenty-five pounds a head doesn’t sound so bad, but when you start to multiply it by numbers starting at eighty… and that’s just for food. It makes me want to sob into my pillow. It’ll be alright on the night though, I’m sure. When it all comes down to it, I just want to be married to the man I love, and I hope that people I haven’t included in the celebration (down to money and limited numbers, and that is all) will be happy for us instead of being offended. After all this is done, I just want to be able to say I enjoyed my day, and now we are a family in the eyes of the law as well as in our hearts and minds. Henry deserves to know how much his parents love each other as well as him, and that he is included in our own little family.
My wedding planning folder has recently had a lovely contribution from Henry too; pages and pages of drool.
Eloping sounds so tempting right about now.