A daily photo-blog of my life as an American transplanted in the UK.
Saturday, 21 July 2012
Y4 - 295/365: Mommy, I Hold My Own Hand
Whenever we go out, Ryan's reins almost always go on and I insist he still hold onto my hand or the pushchair or trolley, at least until he's old enough to understand what 'stay with Mommy & Daddy' means.
During our little jaunt to Merry Hill this afternoon Ryan announced to us that he was going to hold his own hand. As sweet as it sounds, it lasts for a few minutes before he turns back into Captain Grabby-Pants. Plus, he's not too good at walking in a straight line, I've noticed. It's a good thing he has hand-holding to fall back on.
After two and a half years in a long-distance relationship, I packed my life of 29 years into 21 boxes and moved to England to marry and be with my husband, Matt. Now I'm reveling in the youth of my 30s in Great Britain, supply-teaching in primary schools near Birmingham and enjoying newlywed life, being a mommy, and all the surprises they bring!