And just like that these blogs have gotten left behind, but not so far that I can’t catch up… not yet anyway. I should have know this would happen when I was so smug about getting week 7’s blog out on time… pride will always make you fall…

Week 8 was a mixture of the mundane and exciting… although that’s probably a silly thing to say because most weeks are I guess… anyway… I had a cold for the first few days of this week which really sucks when you have to try not give it to your occasionally respiratory challenged son, plus you know regular mum things like still having to feed, change and entertain the baby when all you really want to do is curl up in bed and watch Netflix… apparently that part of my life is over. Which is a bit of a rude shock given that I got most acclimatised to it while I was pregnant… Anyway it ended with us both at the doctors… me hoping it was something that wasn’t contagious and could be treated and Isaac because he was overdue for his 6month immunizations. Which he took like a flipping champion at the time and then allowed me to learn the benefits of baby Panadol later.

On Tuesday we learned the fate of the blue car… unfortunately it cannot be repaired (which was number 34 on the list)… well it could but according to the insurance company it isn’t worth it… it is what they call a total loss cosmetic damage thanks to the hail storm we got stuck in, in December. But all was not lost… instead of having to get a new car now, which we can’t really afford, we were able to keep the car and insure it… we just have to drive around with it a little… well actually a lot dented. So even though it isn’t getting repaired I am still crossing no. 34 off the list as this chapter in the tale of the blue kia is now finished.

I embraced my inner home cook and puree’d up a storm ready for some more solids… well puree fun with Isaac (no. 80).

Isaac and I also got to hang out with my grandparents, his great grandparents, which was so lovely. It is something that I know I need to do more, because I am so blessed to have them in my life… plus they are pretty great examples of how to get through adult life well.

And we finished the week well again with a winner Saturday… we started with Parkrun at Westerfold’s celebrating our friend Bram’s 200th run… Dave ran with Bram, while Isaac and I walked with Rachel and Grandma Meg… who is a super grandma for pushing the pram complete with oxygen canister up the hill… what a huge effort. And then Isaac and I brunched with Rachel and heard all about her new house, we liked her country house, but we like having her closer to us even more because we like her a lot!

So there you go… week 8 better late then never.