Archive for March 31st, 2008
At Home All Day
I’ve had a few comments recently asking if I’d post a more recent photo. To be fair, it’s about time I did. The girls have changed an incredible amount in the last few months. Every month sees them grow upwards by an astonishing amount. Trousers that were too long a few months ago are now ankle swingers. Age 2-3 clothes rarely fit. Puppy fat’s long gone.
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This is from a day out me and the girls went on to possibly their favourite place in the World: Tropical World. Terrapins, bats. Crazily huge Amazonian fish. Meercats. They know every inch of the place by heart, rushing through it, dizzily excited by the prospect of what’s coming up, at such a pace that we’re through the whole experience in half the time it takes most families.
On the day I took this picture, we’d got to Tropical World so early, in our excitement that we were there an hour before it actually opened so instead went exploring and found a fountain (or “mountain” as the girls call them) in the grounds which kept us entertained for a while. Until, to be more precise, the game of seeing how close you could get before the gusty wind sprayed the water into your face had us all shivering with cold.
Fortunately Tropical World is (as you’d expect) nice and warm inside.
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And here they are having their favourite story read by their one of their favourite people: Rara.
Rara is what they call their grandad, a leftover nickname from when “grandad” was too much of a challenge to pronounce. Actually, it’s generally said “nanarara”, nanna and grandad being conglomerated into some kind of super-relative.
Nanarara came to visit today as it happens despite it being Monday. They come every Wednesday to look after the girls during the middle part of the day so I can do the half day of my two and a half part-time days.
When I announced that they were coming over breakfast, everyone’s faces lit up. What a fantastic surprise. Then a worry crept in.
“Are you going to work, Daddy?” Jemima asked.
Three questioning faces turned to regard me.
“In a minute,” Evie pronounced on my behalf. They know the routine.
So when I said, “No”, they all looked astonished. “Not today, ” added, quickly. “Daddy’s at home all day. And Nanarara, too.”
The grins returned. Mine the widest of them all when Scarlett announced, “I love you, Daddy. I love you at home all day.”