Happy Birthday Cuthbert!
We’ve had a great family day out at Alnwick Garden – the boys loved jumping around in the fountains and got thoroughly soaked to the skin!
Lunch at the Treehouse was great, too – Cuthbert was enthralled with the magical fairy lights and the fact that the window next to him was pink! He couldn’t quite get his head around the fact that they’d built a treehouse that you could sit in, with tables and chairs and a kitchen and lights and toilets!
His last words before he fell asleep were:
“Thank you mummy for today. It’s been amazing!”
“Happy birthday family” said Cuthbert to McGrew this afternoon.
And then they hugged each other, before we all went out for a celebration pizza.
I can hardly believe that this time last year we brought the boys home for the first time. In many ways, the time has flown by, but I can’t actually remember what life was like before…
So much has happened.
The boys have come on in so many ways…
McGrew is so much more confident.
Cuthbert feels part of the family.
And Dibble can walk and talk!
And we’re all smiling (well, most of the time!)
Tonight was the night.
Dibble’s cot has been turned into a bed.
Much to his excitement!
He got into it before tea tonight, rearranged all his teddies, threw them out of the bed, put them back in again, said “I go to sleep now” and giggled a lot!
We managed to get him out of bed for tea – but he was desparate to go back upstairs!
“I go to sleep. My bed.”
He went off to sleep with no problems, but we’ll see what happens in the morning!
The ‘credit crunch’ is biting, and my employer is being forced to reduce costs.
The biggest cost being salary.
And so a number of my colleagues are facing the very real prospect of being out of a job.
I’m safe at the moment, and for that I am very thankful.
But my relief is tarnished with concern and thoughts for those who are facing redundancy.
And anxiety that more redundancies may follow in the months to come. Or maybe not.
I don’t know.
But I know my God, and I know that He knows. And that’s enough.