Month of 1sts

Month of Firsts – August 2015

I started this series of posts a few months ago because I was struggling to remember all of the things my little man was doing.  He is growing up so fast and learning new things at an alarming speed that it is hard to keep up with him.   The days are blurring in to each other.  Despite re-assuring myself I was bound not to forget such special moments I have to concede that it is far easier said than done.  I have therefore decided to keep a list of all his “1st’s”. Harry, this is what you did for the 1st time in August 2015: Went to your Read on…

Month of 1sts

Month of Firsts – July 2015

Time goes by so quickly that I find it useful to jot down all the things that my little cheeky monkey did for the first time during the month.  I call it my Month of 1st’s.  I want this to be something I can look back on to remind myself of major milestones and tender moments.  I also can’t believe how quickly time is passing and how much he is growing up.  Here is what happened for the first time in July. Finger painting – I am not the arty type, so in Read on…

Magic Moments – 05/07/2015

Unfortunately Mummy has been ill this week so there aren’t as many magic moments to report on as there normally are. Typically I picked my bug up from my child.  Now that I am a parent I realise that they are very generous with sharing them.  By the weekend I started to feel marginally better, but still not right enough to venture too far away from home. Thankfully though the weather was kind so H could spend a lot of it out in the garden. I built him an obstacle Read on…

Month of 1sts

Month of Firsts – June 2015

Whilst last month I listed out a whole host of things that my little cheeky monkey did for the first time, this month looks quite light in comparison.  I put this down to my poor memory and have made a note to self to jot things down as they happen.  So here is what happened for the first time in the month of June. Chased squirrels – you didn’t just chase them you terrorised them.  The poor things ran under bushes, up trees and even in bins to escape you.  At one point I thought Read on…