Hello all! Hope you enjoyed the long weekend. Here in Ireland it was a complete washout, until yesterday (bank holiday Monday) when the rain temporarily took a wee holiday of its own and left us with a lovely warm sunny afternoon. Perfect for visiting one of our favorite Mourne sites, Bloody Bridge.
As I mention all the time, Jack loves this sort of day. A ramble, a picnic - he reckons it doesn't get much better. He eggs us on to go further and further, except, Mummy and Daddy know from experience, the descent is minus craic. That's when the tiredness hits him and his legs can go no farther. But his mouth sure makes up for it and he can complain for Britain. So, we try and judge a good distance which we think he can handle. Often, when we say it's time to head back, it can lead to tears.
10 month old Noah loves getting out and about too. Noah was an early crawler, but hasn't expressed much interest in walking. Until this past week or so when I have so enjoyed watching him take his first tentative little steps into my arms. He'll let go of whatever he's holding on to just to get an overexcited Mummy reaction, which he thinks is well funny. And I think he thinks he's a bit of a daredevil in that freestanding second or two.
A friend of mine loaned me her Wompat Baby Carrier after I bought an unpadded Meitai which turned out to be nippy after a short while. This is the way to go! My husband was well impressed. It's so comfortable, and Noah loved it.
The boys looked so cute in their matching American Apparel Fisherman Jumpers. I've been thinking about getting Jack a wee pair of walking shoes, but their feet grow so fast I'm not sure if it would be worth it! We'll see. He's been on at us about taking him camping. He's such an outdoorsy type. I love it. And I love him. Even when he doesn't shut up about being tired the whole way back to the car.