Life = one giant whirlwind at the moment. I’m spinning and I’m trying to slow it all down. It feels impossible.
I’m trying to think about where to start, where to pick up from… the days are just blurring at the moment and I’m flabbergasted that it’s June tomorrow. How?
Let me paint a little picture for you. I am sitting on my couch, with a cup of tea. George is napping, so this tea will actually be enjoyed hot. Around me are hundreds of boxes, that I’m secretly hoping will unpack themselves. Why boxes? Well, I’m sitting in our beautiful, new apartment. It’s very exciting.
We had outgrown our previous apartment, which was actually very sad, from a sentimental point of view. The apartment we moved out of was the first apartment Sox and I moved into together in 2015. It’s the apartment we were living in, when we got engaged, we got a married, we had George and brought him home to his little nursery we decorated… we’ve had so many big life moments in that little apartment. However, as Georgie is getting bigger, we started to outgrow it.
The apartment we own, we were renting out, but then decided to move my Mother in Law closer, so we moved her into that.
We weren’t in a hurry to move, as our lease was only up next Feb, but we were always casually looking. Considering we weren’t in a hurry, it all happened pretty quickly one April afternoon. We saw the apartment, which really felt homely to me (plus I fell in love with the cupboard space) and that afternoon we were signing the lease and could move in 01 June.
Just 2 weeks before we were set to move, we were broken into – not into our actual apartment, thank God, but onto the property. We were on our way out for our morning walk, when Sox noticed that our electric gate was slightly open and off the rails. While he was busy fixing the gate, I went to open the boot to get the pram out and discovered it was gone. On further inspection, our entire car had been rummaged through, the cubby hole was open and papers and other items strewn all over. I felt sick… It’s such a violation, but the worst part for me is the pram. That pram was so sentimental to me as it has quite story attached to it. While material objects can be replaced; the sentimental value cannot. I cannot tell you how upset I am. It also freaked me out that we had obviously been watched. You cannot see the pram from the road, so you’d have to know it is there… and once inside the property, there are several other cars you’d be able to break into, and not one other car was touched.
Police taking our statement…
Based on the DMs I got on Instagram, people thought we were moving because of the burglary, but that wasn’t the case at all. It was just such unfortunate timing.
Let’s not dwell on any negative though… Our new view…
This is our family selfie taken after the move. Mom and Dad look dirty and tired but happy.
We haven’t had a chance to do much of our morning ritual because like I said, whirlwind and unpacking boxes… but boy I miss it! I absolutely LOVE our walks and I’m not sure who enjoys it more…Georgie or us.
Here’s the last pic I have of G in his pram (OK, I’m still heartsore about it)
I found this photo from a month or 2 ago and couldn’t not share it… Our little fish is the happiest in the water. He’s been going to swimming lessons once a week since he was 5 months old.
What else is in my camera roll…. Ah yes. MESS. FUN TIMES! He wants to feed himself and not with a spoon. Obviously.
Once a week G goes to “Mommy and Me” and it’s so cute to see him interact with the other babies and play with the various activities.
We took George to see the Police horses and it was really interesting to experience this. When I was on bed rest a year ago, my friend Kim picked me up just to stretch my legs a little (it was very little walking since it was too painful) and get out of the cabin fever I was experiencing. We went to visit the Police horses and this majestic black horse called Aldo, found my pregnant tummy really interesting. He kept sniffing my bump and almost nuzzling it. I haven’t been back since (sadly) and we decided to take George to visit. Aldo was on the other side of the field and as soon as we came to the fence, he came galloping over and went straight to George, who was quite scared. Shame, it was the first time he was ever seeing a horse in real life – I can’t imagine what he must have thought seeing this huge animal galloping towards him. It was very sweet to experience though.
My boys… my heart can explode.
With tomorrow being June, it’s Georgie’s birthday month. My baby boy is turning ONE! Here’s to the next half of 2018 – can’t wait to see what it has in store for all of us! May it all be happy and positive!