My Sunday Snapshot and Ordinary Moments, Sabrina

Last week I featured Ash, my baby at only 2 years old. This week I am sharing a photo of Sabrina, taken this week when she cuddled up to our black cat draft excluder. She’s 11 years old and starting to go a little grey 🙂

Yes, I know the draft excluder is upside down, but I didn’t want to disturb Sabrina just to make the photo better…she already has a half opened eye on me.

And from my older cat Sabrina I move to my youngest child for..

Ordinary Moment – Lemons

This week my Little Man had a surprise cookery box and he was most disappointed that it was lemon based. All the recipes contained lemons and my Little Man is not a lemon fan. But he turned around and said “if life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” So we did, and he actually liked it, a little.

He preferred it with less lemon and more ice and fizzy water, but at least he tried something different, and he made it himself. He also made lemon cupcakes which he thought he would hate, but he didn’t. We made some vanilla ones as well, just in case.

My Little Man is one special little guy. The other morning I was in pain and stuck in my bed. I’d tried to get help from other family members with no avail but then I heard him get up to go to the toilet. The bathroom is next to my bedroom and you can hear everything in there. This turned out to be a blessing as I was able to talk to The Little Man, and he was able to come and help me.

I then had a fit of guilt feeling bad that my baby (yes, he’s 9 but he’ll always be the baby) had no memory of a Mum that wasn’t disabled. He doesn’t remember the times we’d run across the playground together, always late for school because his sisters had to go in first. I stopped taking him half way through reception, when I got sick. I have memories of picnic, playing in the park, on the beach, running and having fun with him. He doesn’t, not really. It’s hard to remember the times before you are five unless they are particularly drastic. He just about remembers moving house when he was three. He doesn’t remember our old house.

He’s a lovely boy though. When I apologised for having to ask him for help, he said to me “It’s just life with an extra step.”