Sunday 20 October 2013

Sunday 20th October 2013

It has been far too long since I have written on either of my blogs.

The boys have been keeping us busy with school and nursery runs, their need for constant entertainment when at home and their funny antics that have us in stitches on a daily basis.

It was two years ago this week that Freddie was discharged from Glenfield.
Now he is confidently going to nursery, has had his first full dry day in pants and rules our household like a king.
Superstar.

He is still mad about his music
 and spends most of his time skipping through the tracks on his player and saying "come on EVERYBODY" whilst dancing around the room.

Some of his current favourite sayings are:
"I don't want to."
He made me look like a cruel mother when I was carrying him into Asda the other days whilst he was shouting "I don't want to go shopping!"

He is also very good at putting on a sad face and telling me Samuel hurt him. He even says it when he knows I have been watching and his brother went no where near him!

The boys are now sharing a room which so far has proved to be a success. 
They are both pretty much sleeping through which is an improvement on the last few months.

The boys have unfortunately experienced the loss of a loved one for the first time recently.




Sadly, last weekend my Grandad passed away.


He will be sadly missed but happily remembered.



The boys have spent happy times with their Little Mamma and Grandad. I know they will be too young to remember much about Grandad, especially Freddie.


I wanted to write about him on here today so in the future the boys will know that he was an important person in their early childhood, who was loved very much.


He was always happy watching the boys playing, treating them to gingerbread men and ice cream from the farm shop and insisting I throw Freddie's dirty nappies on the fire!
He has done the grandfatherly task of walking each of the boys to sleep in their prams when they were baby's.

Thanks to him the value of scrumping good, otherwise wasted, apples will be past down to the next generation!

Rest in peace Grandad.





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