Yes, it’s been a while hasn’t it? Probably the longest between blog posts. Writing is funny like that. Nothing for ages and then a sudden burst of creativity, followed by a flurry of posts, poems, and story ideas. It’s a crazy, wonderful process. Which is my way of warning you of the possibility of multiple blog posts in the next few days. Think of it as my way of making up to you for my content neglect, a kind of early Christmas present.
Let me see, cast my mind back a few, no, a whole month back. My last posts were all Hallowe’en/Horror related – a hugely enjoyable time. And yes, I did in fact finish that horror novella I was going on about – I just don’t know what to do with the bloody thing.
November’s most noticeable news was rather momentous; my daughter, Becky, saw fit to bestow upon me the honorable and not ancient-making at all, title of grandmother. There was a little delivery drama but mother and beautiful, baby boy weathered the storm. A whole exciting new chapter in our lives began. Peter Jacob arrived by caesarian, a russet-skinned, bundle of wide-eyed joy to his parents, and myself and the girls who were anxiously waiting in the wings.
Thus began the hunting through the photo albums and reliving fond moments of the early days with my daughter, when I lived at home and commuted to college, and she was a tiny baby of five weeks. Here’s hoping Peter has his mother’s sweet, sunny disposition and infectious love of life – at present he is just beginning to smile and losing the perpetually paranoid, newborn starts and jumps, at all life out of the womb has to offer. His smiles hint at the fun there will be to have in his presence over the next few months and years to come. While I’m hardly envious of the late feeds and conveyor belt of nappy changes (I’ve more than done my bit), I yearn for the gentle cuddles and tiny, mewling baby sounds that one just doesn’t get from cuddling a cat – sorry, Demelza.
So, November was all about the latest member of our family, a month filled with daily baby updates via phone calls, messages, WhatsApp videos, and lovely surprise visits by myself and Becky where donuts played a part along with fluffy babygros and baby photoshoots. I’m looking forward to seeing him tomorrow at a much awaited family get-together, where Peter will make the acquaintance of his Great-Grandfather for the first time. There will be good food, great company and fine wines, and of course, plenty of oohing and aahing at the adoration of little Peter, much like the baby Jesus in the manger.