January's gone and good riddance. It's the month of the year I'm most rubbish at. And, as I like a good list - here's one to reflect on Things That I Failed To Achieve in January:
- Keeping my temper with Gilby
- Using the rowing machine
- Losing even a pound of weight
- Maintaining my blogging regime
- Serenity - generally
But we did start to achieve something that I had tried for last year: spending time independently with the kids. It was a thought I had a year ago when Gertie fell down a mountain and was in hospital. I had to spend hours with her in intensive care and had plenty of time to realise that we never did that - just take time out with them individually. (Not the circumstances I would choose, but it made the point.)
So - under far happier circumstances this year - Gilby got a father-son trip to the Emirates to watch his beloved Arsenal play in the FA cup. Thankfully it was a win (against Sunderland) so record intact.
Gertie got a mother-daughter trip to Birmingham to see the Strictly Come Dancing Roadshow. Not bad photos with the zoom lens. (Last year's Christmas present - not quite as good as the car, but up there.) It manages to casually suggest that we weren't in row ZZ:
And Eddie...well, neither of us are quite brave enough to tackle him alone, yet. But he does do a nice impression of a snooker player:
He came last at his feis, but goodness me he looks the part.
And he has his sister to keep him in check when they are dancing.
His time will come.
Currently reading: The Fatal Englishman by Sebastian Faulks