My boys are becoming friends.
Today they played together for the first time, on the living room floor with a toy bus. Dylan is so gentle with his baby brother, and so careful to make sure he's not missing out just because he can't get himself involved.
It's beautiful, really. I can see the beginnings of an actual relationship, now that the small one is becoming a person rather than a squishy little being. I hope they will always love each other this much.
I hope they will fight little, laugh often, and love ferociously.
I hope they will support each other, advise each other, and tell each other straight when things aren't going so well.
I hope they don't grow up TOO fast.
My lovely, lovely boys.
Today Dylan was sure he had grown a foot in the space of three hours. We took a bus to the shops, a double decker no less, and we sat at the top. Dylan wanted to sit at the front and hold onto the rail but he couldn't reach it from the seat. I told him that he would be able to reach it when he was a bit bigger and he decided that looking out of the window at the side would do for now. On the way home we took another double decker bus, but somehow the seats at the top were closer to the rail and Dylan realised he could reach it this time. He turned to me with this look of absolute wonder and said, "Mummy, I'm BIGGER!"
He was so thrilled I didn't have the heart to explain that the gap was actually smaller, so now I guess he thinks he's about six feet tall. Which is good really; I hope he always feels that way.
Well it's been fifteen and a half weeks since I decided on a name for this blog, and we now have a first post. That's progress, right? For me it is, anyway, organisation and motivation not being my strong points. Also, fifteen and a half weeks ago I had a baby and I may possibly have created this blog and then totally forgotten about it..
So here we are. We're the Hornegolds. There's me, I'm Mummy (seriously, my older son refuses to believe I go by any other name), and there's my lovely husband Stuart, and our boys. Dylan is twenty eight and a half (don't forget the half!) months old, and Isaac is (in case you hadn't guessed yet) fifteen and a half weeks. Here we are, look, being all intellectual at a Museum:
There's also Gizmo - our very loud, very eccentric dog - and Jasper - the cat who thinks he owns the world. I'm not entirely sure that Jasper thinks he's a cat though. He displays some very dog-like tendencies on occasion. Still, you don't have to be mad to live here and all that..
At the moment I am lucky enough to be a Stay-At-Home-Mummy to our two lovely boys, while Stuart goes to work as a chef in a pub kitchen. It's a funny old job for him to have because in the nearly-five years that we've been together I can count the number of meals he's cooked at home on the fingers of one hand. I expect by the time he gets home from ten hours of cooking for other people he probably just wants to be out of the kitchen for five minutes, and I do love to cook so I'm pretty happy to oblige. Plus, if I cook it's likely to be something with an actual recipe, rather than something concocted in the weird and wonderful depths of my husband's (slightly mad) brain.
So this is us. I can't promise anything we do is going to be particularly groundbreaking, or even particularly interesting. Currently the most amusing member of our family is definitely Dylan - he's at the delightful stage of Knowing Best about everything, and some of the things he comes up with are just hilarious, especially when delivered with the absolute conviction and seriousness that only small children can muster. Here is likely to become a place for me to gather my thoughts at the end of a long day, to record the wonderful things my boys say and do, and to keep note of all the things our family experiences. Hopefully one day the boys will be able to look back and be a) a bit embarrassed by all the things I've written about them, but also b) a bit pleased that they can see what they got up to when they were small.
I'll aim to keep this updated regularly, but I may forget (again) in which case, I'll catch up with you again in about fifteen weeks or so!
