Wednesday, 2 April 2008

Name Day Celebrations


As Grace was born on Christmas Eve, which is a bit of a rubbish time of the year to be born (until she is older, then she will always have people to go out and get drunk with!) - James and I decided to honour a Polish tradition and celebrate her "Name Day"as well. The Name Day for Grace is on the 1st April, so we set the precident this year by gathering close friends and family for a small ceremony.

We hired a lovely room in the local community centre, blew up lots of balloons and served a high tea. (I would like to take this opportunity to point out that I made 95% of the food. The fairy cakes, flapjack, cookie-shine cake, cheese straws, pigs in blankets, mini pizzas and shortbread millionaires were all handmade by me, (at about 6am in the morning before Grace woke up). James made the sandwiches and sausage rolls, which were of course more popular than all my food, but he also made the hummus which is horrid.

Anyway, I think people had a nice time, I certainly did and so did Grace, she did not stop smiling once. I cried at all the wonderful speeches. Parenthood does that to you. I weep at absolutely anything these days. A sunny morning, a lonely snowdrop, a cup of tea made for me in the morning, how handsome my brother looked in his suit on Saturday.

It was the first time my brother John had met his God-daughter, and he got to know her far better than planned. James was so nervous about his speech he was FORCED to get leglessly drunk and pass out on our bed in a star shape, meaning John had to share the sofa bed with Grace and I, poor chap. My other brother took it upon himself to top up everyones glass the second they had taken a single sip, and ate all 12 cheese scones in as many minutes. He made a wonderful speech though, so I forgive him his drunken antics. He also bought Grace a lovely tatty teddy bear and wrote "Love from your Uncle Mickey" in the card, which had me gulping and wiping my eyes for a good half an hour.

We filmed alot of the day, so when she is older I will be able to show Grace what a lovely day she had. She can hear her god-parents wonderful speech, and she can tell me off for dressing her as a small German boy! (see photos...).

She is learning more and more, and dribbling more and more also - we think teeth may be on the way as she does lots of noisy fist sucking, or James' nose sucking if he'll let her. She is now capable of sleeping through the night, but does not always do it! She has also learnt to turn her head and so watches me race round tidying up. (She must have learn that trick from her dad!)

We just bought her a rain forest themed baby bouncer thing which she loves almost as much as James does, I swear he would get in it if he could. She also loves Tom & Jerry, or any sport, cricket being her favourite, much to her dad's delight.

On Saturday she got passed round everyone all day long without so much as a whimper, but when I finally got her back she rested her head on my chest and gave a sigh of sheer delight at our reunion. My love for her grows even faster than her hair. (She has the most hilarious bald patch on the back of her mullet now. It's so great how babies don't care about anything other than being warm, dry, fed and entertained. Imagine not being bothered that you had wet yourself, or dribbled all down your chin, or were wearing a Lederhosen! Since I had Grace I care less and less about my appearance. Everything else just seems to be more important to me...not to James however, he keeps asking if I need anything from the shops, like hair removing cream!)

He has been fantastically supportive, thanking me in his speech, which made my heart skip a beat even after all these years. Sadly he did not follow it up with a proposal, but I have learnt not to get too excited about it these days, especially since New York (First of all I was CONVINCED he was going to propose at the top of the Empire State Building, which of course he had no intention of doing and was entirely clueless as to why I was in such a foul mood in the lift down, when all I had talked about since he booked the holiday was how "magical and romantic" I imagined the view would be. Then I thought he was going to do it via the scoreboard when we went to see a Basketball game at Madison Square Garden. He even nipped off at half time, leaving me 100% positive it was to "give the nod", imagine my surprise when all he had done was go to get a drink!)

Anyway, our flat is still on the market. We had a second viewing yesterday. I went to my neighbours house so I could spy on my homes new perspective owners out the window. They looked like a right pair of geeks. He was a driving instructor who wore short trousers and a peaked cap. I hate driving instructors (see previous blogs on how long it took me to pass my driving test, whilst my instructor was busy getting an extension and booking cruises), and I don't like short trousers either, I have actually been known to dump men for owning ankle bashers (That is not as bad as my friend Jemma, who dumped a chap for falling over on his rollerboots, after he had skated about 10 miles just to see her).
I had pulled out all the stops on my flat as well, my fairy lights were twinkling away, the bathroom was gleaming, I had left the radio on to make it "homely" and had even baked a banana loaf, making the whole place smell delicious. I have not heard back from the estate agent yet, but I don't care if it's bad news. I don't think I want to sell my flat to a pair of saddo's anyway.

Anyway, all in all, life is still as mad as ever for my girl and me. I can't believe she is 4 months old at the end of April. This year is flying by. I look at my friend's kids who have just started walking and saying the odd word or two and can't believe that soon Grace will be doing all that stuff. It makes me more determined than ever to soak up every precious second of this baby time (apart from when she howls like a monster, like she is right this second - James can soak those moments up!)

Anyway, latest photos attached. I had better go, James is singing "Ginger Whinger"... Grace is NOT amused!

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