The diary rolls into another month. It is mad to think I am still going, I wouldn’t say strong as sometimes it can feel like a bit of a chore but i have not missed a day yet and although i have fallen behind by a few days sometimes i have always gone back and caught back up. One of the great things about coming back away again was wanting to make sure I was up to date before we go. So that is 9 months now of entries where you guys have heard me whittle on about our daily trials and tribulations. Although I’m sure a lot of it is/ was waffle.
What is strange is that the Beef was actually born this time last year, so he was born on that Friday. One of the hardest days of my life. It is so so so mad to think that he will be officially one tomorrow. Just so mad and in that time he has spent probably 30 weeks in a camper, 10 weeks in a caravan, 7 weeks in a motorhome home, 3 weeks in intensive care and 2 weeks in hotels and families houses. 10 countries in, 2 continents, and new age travelling baby. The Beef.
The funniest thing of all was when we put something about Rory up on the internet someone what a lovely name and i sometimes forget his name is Rory. The Beef just seems to be one of those things that has stuck. IM not sure how long it will stick for thought. Probably until he grows a bit and grows upwards instead of the inevitable outwards. That is the next step though in his journey will be crawling then walking and that. Theni can start teaching him how to play cricket and football.
What an incredible year you have all three had . It just goes to show that being with the people you love is all you really need .Always proud …. Momma xxx ❤️❤️❤️