They taste as good as they look too.
They taste as good as they look too.
I can't quite believe it's been three weeks since the little man fractured his wrist but three weeks were up at the weekend and so he was able to get his cast off.
He didn't let anyone sign his cast except for his big buddy James. What did he ask James to draw on it? Why, Captain America's shield of course!
The night he got the cast off it felt like he was making up for three weeks of not being able to scratch that arm, waking up far more than usual throughout the night!
After lots of intensive moisturising his arm looks just like the other, and yes, there are a couple of broken patches of skin on his wrist again, but the bone has healed completely and he is using his arm just as before so for that we are thankful!
It's not often that we do anything fancy at the weekends. Or any other time for that matter!
But this past weekend was just a little bit different.
My husband's best man, who he has known since they were teenagers, was turning forty at the weekend and his wife organised a get together of a few of his oldest friends. The plan was for dinner in Inverness on Friday night and then everyone would attend a music concert together on Saturday afternoon/evening.
As Inverness is over 3 hours drive away from us it involved an overnight stay. With granny in place to look after the boys, we headed north on Friday afternoon.
Since we had just celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary the week before, my beloved thought it would be nice if we treated ourselves to a slightly posher hotel than the budget hotels we would normally have plumped for.
My husband is front left and his best man, playing it cool, front right.
And here they both are 23 years later at the anniversary concert, this time hubs is on the right.
It's kind of hard to explain the music of Runrig to anyone who hasn't heard of them. They brought Gaelic songs into the mainstream, although they have just as many English songs as Gaelic. Their appeal is really wide ranging which was obvious at the concert. There was a huge mix of ages there, from those of my parents generation and older right down to teenagers.
We hadn't actually thought we would make it to the concert at first as the tickets were so expensive but then another friend of my husbands couldn't go and very kindly gave us his tickets!
Because we still had to make the 3 hour drive back home, we didn't stick around for the whole concert. We left at about 9ish, arriving home soon after midnight. It was a great time to leave. Later on when the concert finished, and 10, 000 people all tried to leave, it took our friends 2 hours to get out of the
car park field!
The boys were all long tucked up in bed when we got home but when Alasdair sneaked into our bed at some point through the night he crawled in, kissed me and said 'I love you mammy'. It was wonderful to get some special time away with my hubby but also equally special to have these boys waiting at home for us.
With all the busy-ness of the summer, this second trimester has really flown by and without even noticing it we are now in the third trimester - the final stretch!
I've been so thankful for great energy levels throughout this last trimester. Although occasionally, and usually after an exceptionally busy day or two (like when we were getting ready for the agricultural show a few weeks back), I would find myself collapsing into bed earlier than usual, on the whole it was business as usual. I don't want to speak too soon, but so far those energy levels are continuing.
The only negative at the moment is that the sickness is still there some mornings. There seems to be no reason or pattern to it. Some mornings I wake up fine. Other mornings, well, not so much.
Baby has been increasingly more active over the last 7 weeks since I last updated. Lots and lots of regular punches and kicks which is so lovely.
I always think these weeks before getting too big and uncomfortable are so special. The horrible sickness of those early months is gone, baby is making his/her presence more and more felt and you still have fairly normal energy levels to keep up with the usual routines.
Now that bump is obviously a baby bump - and not at the stage where strangers are not sure whether they should comment or not as it could just be the result of too much cake - I've actually been surprised at how many lovely comments I've received when out and about with all the boys.
There have been those who ask the obvious, 'Are you hoping for a girl this time?', which I had expected and which hasn't actually bothered me as much as I thought it would. But there have been far more people who have commented how wonderful it is to see people having a big family.
Only today in the supermarket I was asked first 'Are they all yours?' and then 'is this number 5 on the way?' and then told 'good for you, that's lovely.' Which is just the right thing to say to a moderately pregnant woman, half way round the supermarket, pushing a trolley full of a weeks worth of food while shepherding four boys around at the same time!
Now that we are heading into the last 10 (or perhaps 12 given previous late arrivals) weeks or so, I suppose we as a family better get discussing names for this little one!
We are a pet free household, for the simple reason that the boys' eczema and asthma is bad enough without the extra strains that having a furry animal in the house would cause.
That's not to say that they wouldn't love to have a pet one day. Especially a dog.
Because of their love for dogs and the fact that they can't have one of their own just now, Auntie Anna's dog, Cuilean, became something of a surrogate pet for them. I've shared plenty of photos on here of the boys and Cuilean before.
Sadly, Cuilean got really sick really quickly. A little over a month ago he was a fit and healthy collie dog, who would take part in agility shows most weekends. Those weekends that he wasn't jumping over obstacles and winning rosettes he would be walking in the mountains with my sister in law.
Then suddenly he started having trouble with his back legs. The vets thought it was arthritis at first and prescribed some medication for him. Rather than get better he kept worsening and the vets weren't sure what was wrong. This week he was seen by a specialist team who discovered that he was suffering from a really aggressive bone cancer in his spine and the best thing to do would be to put him to sleep.
The boys were able to go round and see him one last time yesterday and say goodbye to their old friend.
They are a little down at the news today, especially Calum and David, but also a little eager to help Auntie Anna choose a new puppy when she feels she is ready to do so.
Calum was reading my post last week about their LEGO purchases and when he came to this picture of himself and David building their new sets he asked if I had taken a photo of the completed sets to share.
Look at how neatly Calum piped those swirls of icing onto his cakes!
Don't worry, some of Alasdair's icing did make it onto his cakes too and not just into his mouth!