The boys had the best time, jumping and splashing, submerging their hands into the mud and throwing bits of mud in the air. It was wonderful to watch, they were just so free. Without me telling them to be careful, don’t get wet, stop shouting they played and played and it was great. Once they were finished they both wanted their hands cleaned and lets just say, a baby wipe wasn’t going to cut it. We found a small stream of running water and they jumped right in and cleaned their hands, they thought it was the best.
You know that you moved schools, predominantly because we moved house, but really it was because of your brother. You had to go to his school. He couldn’t move to your school, and although you know this is because your previous school couldn’t meet Zachary’s needs in the way that your new school can. It still sucks and I get that.
Well, it’s been a while since I’ve taken the time to sit and write a blog post. It’s been far longer than I anticipated or wanted. You know, sometimes life gets in the way. Having four children means sometimes life gets busy, busier than normal. Every now and again I have to hold my hands up and say something has got to give and for a while it was blogging.
When I had Oliver, I knew there was a certain way I wanted to do things. I wanted to make all his meals from scratch, I wanted to breastfeed him. I wanted to teach him, not punish him,…