Monday, 31 March 2014

The Perfect Mother's Day Weekend

My first Mother's Day card from Eve

On Friday evening poor Eve had a bout of teething pain, but thankfully fell asleep at 7pm after waking for some food. Sam went out for a beer with friends, I had an early night and woke up before Eve at 6.15am.  For the first time I read a book in bed for 20 minutes until she woke up - oh the small pleasures of life!

I thought Sam would have a lie-in on Saturday but he picked Eve up and put her in bed with us. It's such a lovely thing to do on the weekends when we don't have to race around.

Eve enjoyed watching NBA with Dad on the sofa whilst I pottered about in the kitchen, singing along to Whitney Houston and UB40 on the radio.




The first two months of Eve's life were hectic and I really missed listening to music. It's nice to hear Eve making happy noises on the play-mat while I do housework and listen to tunes.

On Friday after he had returned from work Sam was playing with Eve in the lounge as I prepared dinner. Sam shouted to me to tell me that she had just rolled over. I came running in but she wouldn't do it again.  I was slightly upset at having missed it. I finished cooking, came back in to see her and she promptly rolled over again, Sam and I were both rather excited.

Peacock Butterfly

The weather this weekend has been simply glorious, with highs of about 18 degrees (very good for England, us Brits get excited at anything over 15 degrees). We had lunch with a large group of friends on Saturday afternoon on the harbour; beers on the balcony in the sunshine were just divine. Yesterday I woke up with Eve at 7.30am as the clocks had changed, she had slept for a solid 11 hours, even though students nearby were partying hard for the first part of the night. Sam looked after Eve for me yesterday morning as part of Mother's Day. The allotment was teeming with wildlife, as soon as I walked through the gate I saw a Peacock Butterfly - so majestic!

This weekend Eve has really started using her voice box differently, the sounds are much longer with a more defined tone. She sounds like she is trying to speak to us even more than before. She laughs a lot when we tickle her chest.




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