Two of my favourite people.

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Me embarrassing Ross the first romantic date!

Gloss Ross

Renovation is still underway in our house and Saturday was no exception, Ross had decided to gloss the whole passageway. He spent absolutely hours on the bannister and was really proud of his progress. I checked it out and it was faultless, and to cut a long story short, I went upstairs a little later on and on the way back down I slipped and fell on the hoover he had failed to put away and I stumbled with my hands firmly on his recently glossed bannister pretty much the whole way down the stairs.    It took me a moment to get over the shock and to check my body that I was ok, I had hyper extended my arm (self diagnosis) and didn’t move for a little while, Ross heard the commotion and came running out…. Now, I don’t know if this is true, but when he looked concerned and asked me if I was ok, I was sure he was checking out his gloss work! I can confirm that after quizzing him about checking his gloss work he was guilty and the gloss work came out worse off than me. 

Apologies. 

The Green Green Grass of Home.

We have now unpacked and moved into our new house, I still say ‘house’ and not ‘home’, home to me is Wales (I’m not embarrassed to admit) my mothers house.  If you dialled the contact ‘Home’ on my phone, Ross wouldn’t answer,  my mum would, when I cross the bridge back to visit, I feel a sense of joy and if its just me and Rudi, my Welsh accent reappears and I whisper ‘Welcome home butt!’ and then start belting out ‘Mae Hen Wlad’ or turn up Katherine Jenkins’ version of Calon Lan on my CD player.   It’s always been this way too,  I think its because I’ve never really felt I would be in one place long enough or I always knew I would keep moving.  I am hoping that this house means I can finally change the number and be settled after so many years of moving about.

Anyway, Rudi turns 9 months this month, every day I wake up and he has somehow managed to get into bed with us, I turn over and he’s face to face with me smiling, or I wake up and he’s got his finger up my nose. I secretly love it, and I think that he probably could do a whole night in his own room but its me that hears him cough and I’m in there like a shot bringing him into our bed for a cwtch. He has started crawling now, clapping on cue, and being shy. He spent 10 mins earlier today just staring and smiling at a mirror, he must be taking after me.

I have to go, I have a house to make my home.

My baby growing up fast!

Rudi weighing in at a stone and a half!