Monthly Archives: December 2013

A Moment At The Nativity Play

On Tuesday my daughter was a snowflake.

Today my son was an Elf.

Today I ended up having a moment.

For those with school age children, you will know the work that December brings.

Sorting nativity outfits.

Helping them learn lines and songs.

Selling raffle tickets for the Christmas fair.

Bringing in bottles for the Christmas fair.

Christmas parties mean bringing in food.

Own clothes days and the stress of choosing clothes for them.

Toy days.

Presents for teachers.

You need a helper to remember what is going on at school.

Never mind, all the other Christmas stuff that is going on.

All this sounds like I am bah humbug.

Far from it, I am right up there as one of the biggest fans of the Christmas season.

You just don’t know all this is coming before they go to school.

But then today, I watched my boy elf and his own class wishing all the parents a Merry Christmas by shouting and singing.

I just melted.

My eyes filled with tears.

Then, right then, it shook me to the core that we  borrow these perfect little people for a short while.

He will only do one more nativity play and then he will be moving onto carol services.

He’s growing up so quickly.

He saw me full of tears and ran from his chair to give me a kiss.

That was a moment I will treasure forever.

The fitness bug

Feel quite proud of myself tonight.

I completed my 5th session with a personal trainer and it is getting harder and harder.

He tells me I am getting fitter, so he is making it harder.

Tonight, I was outside in the dark.

For those that know me, this is a huge feat in itself.

It was also cold but I am strangely not bothered about that so much.

Tonight, I had a rope around my waist and I had to run up a road running pulling my trainer behind.

Cars were going so slow, I almost caused a crash.

It was so tough but I did it and I feel very proud.

I always wanted to get fit but was always a bit scared of it all.

I love having to use your mind to get you through the pain of it all.

I actually think I have got the fitness bug.

I’ll try not to bore you with it.

Reading books with my boy

Something quite magical is happening at bedtimes in the Bell house.

My son has discovered that he likes chapter books.

It took me all of 10 seconds to dig out my favourite ever book to read to him.

I’ve tried before but he was too young. Needless to say, I was ready and waiting for this moment.

At 7pm every night, me and him go and snuggle down in bed with The Enchanted Wood by Enid Blyton.

I am loving bringing Moon-Face and Silky to life with him.

We wore saucepans on our heads when we were reading about Old Saucepan Man.

I’ve always been a creative person and loved and still love using my imagination to conjure things up for us to make, eat and of course, make for Baba+Boo.

This book was beginning of using my imagination and always has been an inspiration to me.

You only have to look at the Baba+Boo Enchanted Woodland photo shoot to see how much it inspires me still.

So as we are all curled up with me reading aloud, I can see him looking out of the window at the trees outside and I wonder what is happening in his brain, is he wondering if there are elves in the tree outside. It’s so very magical.

Reading to your children is one of the most important things you can do as a parent and I have to say it gets better as they get older.

Probably because the stories get better and the cuddles get longer.

The best thing about this new bedtime routine is that it is just me and my boy.

Daddy and Boo read in a seperate room, with her reading to him.

She has never liked be read to really.

So she has no interest in The Enchanted Wood.

Hopefully one day she will but for now, I treasure our time with my boy.

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