Our two youngest are very close in age, at only 16 months apart they have very similar facial features but they could not be more different personality wise. I love seeing their differences as it reminds me how unique we all are. They have been parented the exact same way, but their outlook on the world is very different.
Judah was your normal baby/toddler until he became about 18 months old. It has become increasingly more apparent as time goes on that this child is extremely self aware. He is cautious, maintains a keen observation of danger and likes to be in charge of what is happening to him. As a baby we could push him on the swings and he would love it, send him down the slides at the park and he’d gleefully giggle, but at about 18 months old he decided that this was no longer a place of fun, but a source of potential danger at every turn haha.
He loves going to the park still, but he will wander around the outskirts, enjoying walking up and down steps and exploring the grassy areas, playing in sand pits, but he won’t go on a swing, or go down a slide. He will walk to the top of the slide and then, walk back down again. We don’t push him, we don’t call him a wimp. We try and encourage him, the usual ‘yay Judah, are you coming down? Mummy will catch you.’ when he’s stood at the top of a slide but usually he replies no and toddles back down from whence he came.
Eden could not be more different. She will clamber on everything. Too tall for her, not a problem, she will maneuver a way to make it work, even if she hangs and lifts her body up. She is surprisingly strong for one so small. If she sees a giant slide, that is big for a child of Isis age (9) she will still walk her way to the top and slide down it. She doesn’t need any encouragement, any help (of course we will be following closely ready to catch at any point that she may stumble) she will go down sat on her bottom, head first on her front, led down feet first. She is our little adventurer and nothing will stop her. She will go in the swing and chuckle loudly as Daddy pushes her so high that I’m telling him to stop. She’s so fearless it wouldn’t surprise me if she tried to climb out whilst it’s swinging so I like to make sure she’s at a safe distance where we could catch her if she does do this. (I’m not being extreme here, this is 100% likely with Eden).
I love watching their differences and on Bank Holiday Monday when we met up with friends I took lots of photos of them playing on the park. Judah won’t get in the swing but he’ll push Eden when she’s on the swing. These pictures make my heart melt. I love you our beautiful babies. Don’t ever feel pressured to be anything other than who you are… who you are is just perfect xxx
So if you’ve read Part One of ‘Our Love Story’ you will know that James and I stumbled across each other online. I was terrified and didn’t feel ready for a relationship at all and disappeared from my online profile hoping that was the end of it.
As I mentioned in part one we had a skype conversation so James knew my full name. He tracked me down on facebook. I got many friend requests that I kept declining haha. I was ignorant (mostly petrified) and James was persistent. At one point he decided to inbox me and tell me he had some clothes from his children that they didn’t need anymore if I wanted to take them with me to Romania. I know, you’re confused, I haven’t mentioned Romania before….
I was going to Romania at the end of May as part of a team to work with ‘Romanian Relief’ this is a charity that works with orphaned (mainly via abandonment) children that are usually too physically harmed or disabled that no-one will foster or adopt them. The system decides are beyond hope. Sarah who runs the charity decided that no-one was beyond hope and set up her own children’s home that pays carers to live with, work with these children who would otherwise be left in hospital for most of their lives. We were going to build a playground at the care home for the children. We were going to gut out the gardens and create a landscaped playpark. It was amazing, such a valuable experience, but anyway, I digress. (Below are some photos from the Romania trip though, whilst I’m on the topic)
Somehow, in our Skype conversation this had come up, so James had remembered. Very clever of him. I decided that he must not be a strange stalker interested in me, as he is telling me about his children and offering some clothes to charity. I was just being mean I decided and finally replied to his message saying that it was very kind of him to offer and I would collect the clothes at some point, or send someone else to do this. I then finally accepted his friend request.
That was it then, he would comment every so often, I may comment on his posts, but I could see that he was a bit of a player and usually off on nights out, or with his children. Sometimes he would be tagging other girls with smiley faces in his posts so I assumed that he was with someone. He never stopped pursuing me though in small ways. I can’t remember when we ended up exchanging phone numbers, but I remember him tormenting me when I was applying for jobs. He told me he would come in whilst I was on a trial shift at a sandwich shop and request the most complicated sandwich he could think of. He ended up being the person I called when I didn’t get the job and had a good old whinge down the phone to him. I can’t remember how we got to that point, but I’m glad that we did. I was still way too scared to meet up with him though. He was still a random person I had met on the internet, but we were starting to form a friendship even if only online. I was happy with it staying that way….