September was relatively quiet, with a fair few ‘free weekends’. I love the blank canvas of a free weekend, it’s often when we have our best adventures.
Rory started sleeping right next to me in a side-car cot.
Arlo started preschool.
We had visits from friends.
Winter clothes for Arlo were purchased.
We started planning Arlo’s third birthday.
Rory started finding his brother the most amusing person in the world.
I got a throat infection.
(I haven’t been that poorly for a long, long time, proper ‘can’t stand up’ poorly. I hated that normal service had to completely stop because of me. Sam had to take two days off work and Arlo was massively thrown by his mum not being available to him all the time.
One good thing to come of it was that Sam and Rory’s bond went up a level or two during the couple of days that Sam did everything for him except for bringing him to me for feeds. Those two had a good laugh. It was also interesting to note that Arlo kept to the same level of tanrumming for Sam, the ‘fun one’, as he does for me – so there’s no longer any fear of me taking it personally).