Some of my blogs this year have been used to have a moan or vent about something, but as the festive season is upon us I thought it would be good to take a positive approach this week.
This was one of those weekends that just makes me realise that life is good, really good. Don’t get me wrong, it is not all sweetness and light, there are definitely moments that are far from it.
We started Saturday with our weekly trip to Rugby Tots, 50% of which was fantastic and 50% toddler meltdown. Thankfully, the second half was the best so we left on a high note. (Tammy the instructor is brilliant, she has the patience of a saint.
Rugby Tots was followed by a visit to Granny’s to see his auntie and cousins. They are much older than Oliver at 8 and 9, but he just loves them to bits and they always have fun. Granny had recently put up her huge Christmas tree, but had been unable to put the angel on top. So, in a comedy like fashion it was up to me, my sister and husband to get the job done (on the second attempt anyway). It was during this comedic routine that Oliver took the opportunity to munch his way through a bowl of grapes and a mince pie. You can’t be mad at him for this type of initiative (I did, however, stop him as he was about to devour a second mince pie).
The whole day was topped off with us all snuggled up on the sofa in matching PJ’s watching a Christmas movie (and obviously with plenty of snacks).
Sunday started with having good friends round for brunch, they have 2 boys (one younger and one older than Oliver). I prepared breakfast rolls and pastries and we all stuffed our faces, kids included. It was great to have a catch up. The kids played great together and any near dramas were easily diverted. Oliver and the older boy had such fun we took them out on their bikes in the afternoon.
I don’t know if I mentioned that I recently mastered the cooking of the deep fried onion ring, much to my husbands delight, so tonight I decided to try chicken goujons and (this time to my delight) they were delicious. I measure the success of any home cooked meal by Oliver’s reaction, kids are so honest. Thankfully, he munched his way through them telling me they were delicious. I’ll take that as a victory.
I heard someone on Instagram this week say if you write down all the good things that happen in a day and all the bad things, more often that not the good things will win and this weekend this was definitely true. There may have been a couple of mini Oliver meltdowns, but fun and food with family and friends made them very easy to forget.
I definitely don’t have anything to complain about.