I can not believe it. Here we are on August Bank Holiday Monday. Last one of the year, next week the children will be back at school AND, it is only 122 days until Christmas. This year has well and truly flown by so far.
I spent last week getting ready for Baba B’s Naming Ceremony, sorting the food and drink and trying to get the house ship shape in time for Saturday and then, on Tuesday, the baby was a bit out of sorts. I put it down to teething. She woke in the night and, in the dim blue light of the monitor I thought I saw a spot.
By Wednesday it was clear, she had Chicken Pox. Not many spots but it was there never the less. Aaarrrggghhh.
More and more spots kept appearing and by the big day she was covered. Spots upon spots upon spots. I have never seen anything like it.
Mr L and I decided to plough on. People had booked trains and hotels, we’d ordered the cakes and the keg so, on Saturday, in our garden we held our youngest daughters naming day.
It went pretty well all things considered.
When we were pacing the floor trying to soothe her itching and calm her cries in the early hours of Saturday morning I did not hold out much hope.
A particular highlight was the 3am wailing cacophony from both babies with a bonus track of Mr L’s great auntie (92) calling out for some water at the same time. I reckon in total I had less than 3 hours of sleep that night and when we got up properly it was looking like a pretty grey day.
The rain stopped before lunch, the sun put its hat on and, despite many friends and family having to stay away, due to to the risk of infection (which btw people, we totally understand, so don’t sweat it), it was a great day.
The Godparents all made it, the vicar was happy to come too and, once we’d got hold of some Piriton (which for the record is THE best thing in the world EVER) Baba B was pretty content sleeping in the sling.
Mr L read a poem that I’d written which goes a little something like this;
Advice for Life on your Naming Day.
What advice people can give.
Going round telling others how they think they should live.
So Hannah, these snippets were written just for you.
Take them or leave them, it’s all up to you.
Try to sleep through the night.
If you think something’s wrong try putting it right.
Dream big dreams Han,
as big as you dare,
For if you should stumble we’ll always be there.
Work hard at school.
Never, ever be cruel.
But don’t be afraid of bending some rules.
If you see someone struggle,
Don’t walk on by,
Give a hand, give a smile
Please don’t be shy.
Don’t try to conform,
Just be yourself.
You are at least the equal of anyone else.
Don’t think life is easy,
Sometimes it is tough.
But that’s no excuse to treat others rough.
Don’t get confused by money or fame,
At the end of your life all you have is your name.
My sweetheart, you are bound to make some mistakes.
No worries, that happens to all of life’s greats.
Life is for living,
You get just one go.
So live it my darling and never let go.
But, Huston, we have a problem.
Family Leary has set the party bar too high, even though I say it myself.
We have peaked too soon and I fear it is all down hill from here.
I hoped that the weather was going to be good and, knowing that there would be lots of babies coming I wanted some shade for feeding, snoozing and playing. I booked ‘The Celebration Tent‘.
It was a total hit and all the children that came absolutely LOVED it. Thanks Katie. 🙂
The tent, the bunting, the fairy lights and the lanterns in the tree looked magical and having it for the weekend has been a right touch. Perfect for a sleep over though we haven’t been able to take advantage of that this time. 😦
I want to keep it forever.
If you live in the North West I, and everyone who came by the sound of things, would recommend The Celebration Tent.
Katie, the owner, is so accommodating and lovely. She arrived on Friday night to put the tent up and, when I told her about the dreaded pox she offered to cancel and reschedule which was nice.
Earlier in the year it was my mums 70th birthday. Another garden party and the piece de resistance on that occasion was the Hog Roast, from Pepas Pigs.
Authentic Tongan Cooking. Absolutely gorgeous.
Now I am worried that we are going to have to have something special every time we have a party lest it be seen as a bit pants in comparison.
The Celebration tent doubled up as a wrestling venue in the evening when the grown ups needed to let off a bit of steam and I am not sure I can better that really so I am very much hoping that the next time we have some people over (most likely for a twilight Christmas soirée) people will remember the old adage that
“Wherever you are, it is your friends who make your world.”
― William James
We are off to get the ferry to Liverpool now with the 92 year old Great Auntie, the babies and the parents. So all that is left to say is, Have a very happy Bank Holiday and, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR LEARY. You really do rock my world.