Today my second baby turned 8 years old! Happy birthday Manic :)
Over the last two weeks Manic has mentioned several times that he would really really like me to be downstairs for his birthday.
So i was.
It was quite the feat, but using the same movement i employ to get on and off my bed i managed to get down the stairs.
Once i got down there i put the baby sling on and sat at the table so i could make Manic his birthday cake, and then played with Chickin (whilst feeding Astro in the sling - first time ever, get me!) making up some spoon animals from a craft set she was given by a great friend for Christmas.
I say spoon animals (supposedly a peacock, a dog, a cat and a rabbit) but really they are a beautiful mess :D Hey, im not going to sit here and impose instruction on her creativity, and the spoons look pretty cool as 'nose' 'fevva one' (thats feather one to you and I) and 'They're spoons Mummy' - complete with withering look.
I took a break from sitting upright while Husband took Chickin with him to collect the bigger children from school, by laying back on the sofa and listening to the radio with Astro asleep on my chest. It was so lovely, i can barely describe my appreciation of those forty-odd minutes. It has been so long since i was down there for any length of time (man, does that room need a re-paint!).
So, once the family got back from the school run, i once more took myself to the table, this time leaving Astro in Husbands capable hands, and set to the pizza making with Manic. We cobbled together a pizza for the children and a pizza for the grown-ups and it was quite the success. The salad was polished off before the grown-ups pizza was even cooked (little buggers, they were meant to leave us some!) and the chocolate brownie cake, which was served with organic vanilla yoghurt, went down twice as well!
Soon as dinner was done i set to hauling myself back up the stairs before i was too tired and in too much pain to contemplate even moving. Its quite the task getting back up and takes a fair bit longer, but i managed it and am now safely back in bed, resting and recovering (while i was at the table Chicken managed to accidentally kick me full on in the back in her efforts to get in the chair next to me - OUCH!).
Im glad i did it, the look on Manics face as he came through the lounge door, seeing me on the sofa, was worth every bit of the pain im in now. Just by being in a different room i made that childs day, and not just any day, his birthday.
Oh! AND! I wore a pair of jeans today!
You may say this is nothing special but to me it is. Apart from the fact i currently live in nightwear (except for hospital appointments, for which i don my old maternity stuff as its easier to get on and off), this particular pair of jeans were too small for me to get on, let alone do up before i got pregnant with Astro! And they slid down!
Im the happiest crippled Mama ever today!