Babyhood

Last Wednesday was very hot and sunny again, we’re having a lovely Indian summer. We went fruit-picking (apples, plums, yellow raspberries) with Sarah and her sister visiting from Australia and of course Nina and Flynn. I prepared a fabulous picnic – the children had sausage sandwiches, chippies and nectarines, even after stuffing themselves with apples and raspberries before hand.

And we adults had courgette quiche, ham sandwiches with my red pepper and onion chutney, and for dessert, rich chocolate cake with bits of candied orange peel. It was divine! We even remembered to bring thermoses of hot water and cold milk for tea and coffee.

We stayed all afternoon at our little lake with the ducks and fish, but sadly the black swan has died. We saw it lying on the bank at the far side of the lake and a council man came and buried it under the fascinated gaze of the four children. Pauline and Kevin told me the swan was dead, but didn’t seem sad about it. They asked me why it had to stay underground!

With all the pregnant friends we have around at the moment I am preparing myself to answer the question “Where do babies come from?”, but so far they haven’t asked. They do like to pretend they have a baby in their tummy though, and often remind me that they were once in my tummy. Well, Pauline likes to say that she was in my tummy when she was a baby, but that Kevin was not!