It’s been a good week or so since my last entry, which I know is shoddy, but this will endeavour to summarise the events. 4 weigh-in’s, 3 hospital visits, 2 birthdays and barbecue in a pear tree.
To eliminate the boring facts and figures, that some people are drawn to like Binky to catnip, I can officially report that Sophie has now reached a weight of 5lbs 3.5ozs. We are very proud of this because it means that she is getting there, and as long as she is getting there then she is not going anywhere else. I still can’t wait until she does get there, and hopefully she’ll know when she gets there and stays there rather than turning round and coming back.
The hospital visits have come in quick succession. Monday - Dylan’s hernia check, Tuesday – Both their immunisations and blood tests for Soph, Wednesday – Check up for Sophie. All news is goodish from these visits. Dylan needs an operation to patch up his hernia, and Sophie has been tested to see whether she is actually an Umpah-Lumpah. But she is still growing and that is the most important thing.
Claire had her birthday last Wednesday and this went past without much ado. The older that you get the less important these days become. And then I had my 30th yesterday, and if ever a day matched the significance of the landmark reached, then this was it. A person’s 30th is usually a time to reflect on the wild years that have directly proceeded it and to feel slightly depressed by the thought that these will never be recaptured with the innocence of youth. For this to have been echoed yesterday would be an under statement, an under statement of equal proportions to the time when a dinosaur, having seen a big wave of water rising over a mountain, said, “It may get a bit cold for a while.” The only consolation is that I was so busy doing other things that I really didn’t get a chance to think about it anyway. There was no parade, but a can of beer and a cup cake with a candle in it were a perfect substitute.
It sounds as though it were the type of celebration that Eleanor Rigby would have enjoyed, but I am not sad about this. There are more important things to me now, and this is really the crux of it. Your 30th acts as a stake in the ground that signifies a change in the way that you live your life. Most of the people that I have always admired never reached this crossroads. What would Jimi Hendrix be like as a 60 year old? We will never know because we will always remember him as a 27 year old with hope in his eyes. The whole “live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful memory” school of thought is a great idea when you are under 30. But once you get over 30 it’s more like “live in the middle lane, and if you die, people will remember your beer gut”, this isn’t half as appealing. For some people this landmark happens before 30, and for some it happens after 30. But 30 is always the socially accepted line in the sand. If it happens before then you may still wonder what could have been, and if it happens after then you have probably stayed at the party a bit too long and the teenagers have started throwing things at you. For me, I peaked 3 months too early and this is within my tolerance level, so really I am not too perturbed by this new chapter……as long as eventually I get a bit more sleep.
To finish up, we had a barbecue at the weekend where at various points we introduced the kids to a lot of our friends that hadn’t been able to see them so far, because of the risk of infection to Sophie. This has helped Claire and I get on with things. We feel as though the initial stage is now over and we can start to form a new normality to our lives.
To eliminate the boring facts and figures, that some people are drawn to like Binky to catnip, I can officially report that Sophie has now reached a weight of 5lbs 3.5ozs. We are very proud of this because it means that she is getting there, and as long as she is getting there then she is not going anywhere else. I still can’t wait until she does get there, and hopefully she’ll know when she gets there and stays there rather than turning round and coming back.
The hospital visits have come in quick succession. Monday - Dylan’s hernia check, Tuesday – Both their immunisations and blood tests for Soph, Wednesday – Check up for Sophie. All news is goodish from these visits. Dylan needs an operation to patch up his hernia, and Sophie has been tested to see whether she is actually an Umpah-Lumpah. But she is still growing and that is the most important thing.
Claire had her birthday last Wednesday and this went past without much ado. The older that you get the less important these days become. And then I had my 30th yesterday, and if ever a day matched the significance of the landmark reached, then this was it. A person’s 30th is usually a time to reflect on the wild years that have directly proceeded it and to feel slightly depressed by the thought that these will never be recaptured with the innocence of youth. For this to have been echoed yesterday would be an under statement, an under statement of equal proportions to the time when a dinosaur, having seen a big wave of water rising over a mountain, said, “It may get a bit cold for a while.” The only consolation is that I was so busy doing other things that I really didn’t get a chance to think about it anyway. There was no parade, but a can of beer and a cup cake with a candle in it were a perfect substitute.
It sounds as though it were the type of celebration that Eleanor Rigby would have enjoyed, but I am not sad about this. There are more important things to me now, and this is really the crux of it. Your 30th acts as a stake in the ground that signifies a change in the way that you live your life. Most of the people that I have always admired never reached this crossroads. What would Jimi Hendrix be like as a 60 year old? We will never know because we will always remember him as a 27 year old with hope in his eyes. The whole “live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful memory” school of thought is a great idea when you are under 30. But once you get over 30 it’s more like “live in the middle lane, and if you die, people will remember your beer gut”, this isn’t half as appealing. For some people this landmark happens before 30, and for some it happens after 30. But 30 is always the socially accepted line in the sand. If it happens before then you may still wonder what could have been, and if it happens after then you have probably stayed at the party a bit too long and the teenagers have started throwing things at you. For me, I peaked 3 months too early and this is within my tolerance level, so really I am not too perturbed by this new chapter……as long as eventually I get a bit more sleep.To finish up, we had a barbecue at the weekend where at various points we introduced the kids to a lot of our friends that hadn’t been able to see them so far, because of the risk of infection to Sophie. This has helped Claire and I get on with things. We feel as though the initial stage is now over and we can start to form a new normality to our lives.
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