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Extra: Ordinary Moments

Elise, Matilda and my feet at the beach
Lately, I've been brimming with ideas for blog posts but have had no time to sit down and draft them. And then the moment passes. My news is old or my thoughts muddy or somebody else writes what I was planning to so I decide to sit on my own take for a few more months.

So, instead, here are some disjointed flashes from my past few weeks:

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Matilda had her first bout of croup, part of a longer, flu-like (but not flu-flu) bug. My normally cheerfully robust girl had weepy moments when she simply could not muster the energy to do... anything... She slept a lot and we stayed at home and it was both horrible and oddly calm, reminiscent of the early days when she napped the majority of the time and I read a lot of books and we wondered if we were looking after her properly.

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Last week was ridiculously busy. Suddenly, a whole load of the people I/we don't usually get a chance to see were free/in Aberdeen so Matilda and I crammed in an awful lot of coffee dates and home visits and play sessions at the city centre library (their children's section is great for hanging out in) while Steve cooked assorted evening meals. Elise came up for the day; we hung out at the beach with Matilda, then handed her over to Steve when he finished work.

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I never celebrated Easter, growing up. I remember rolling eggs once because we were visiting a family who did and I remember receiving a chocolate bunny once and not really understanding why. It's only in the last ten years I've known people who paid any attention to it - they're all in it for the food - and so I found this weekend's social media chocolate barrage really weird. Not bad weird; I just still don't really think of Easter as A Thing; I kind of assume it's one of those traditions we bloggers are pilfering from other cultures to give us something seasonal to write about. But it got me wondering how possible it is to let Matilda enjoy the "start of spring" traditions surrounding it without necessarily thinking it's all about the chocolate or me feeling uncomfortable about the religious aspects. I had thought these dilemmas would only be about Christmas...

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Last weekend, another mother and I went out for a quick pub lunch which turned into a nine hour drinking session. The following day was a struggle (particularly as Steve is working Sundays at the moment - solo parenting with a stinking hangover, yikes!) but I had no regrets. It was wonderful to talk to somebody who is at exactly the same stage of motherhood for that long, without any baby-related deadlines (naps, meals, bedtimes...) hanging over us; it was wonderful just to be out.

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As for Steve, today is our seven year anniversary. Seven years. Not one of the big, significant ones and yet our first as parents. We don't make a big fuss of our anniversaries - no cards or gifts or expensive dinners - but we acknowledge them when they happen. I wanted to mention it here, if only because this year has been such a big one for us - a year with more stress and sniping than previously but which we're coming out of stronger than we've ever been. He's a great dad to Matilda and I've loved watching him grow into that role.

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There's still time to nominate your favourite parenting blogs for both the Tots 100 MADS awards and the Britmums BiBs. I haven't nominated myself but I have nominated some of the blogs I love; if you read parenting blogs, go and do the same. And if you want to throw a little love my way... well... I'm not going to object!

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"Give me ten minutes to finish this blog post," I said to Steve. That was twenty minutes ago and he's just sat down beside me, brandishing the wine. So fingers crossed it all makes sense and I haven't missed anything out (other than my thoughts on Jamie Oliver's breastfeeding faux pas...); I'm heading off to relax and watch Brooklyn 99 on catch up.

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