Nanny Fran Part Two

And so my three week break (from work) begins.  The idea being that I can give some support to Lucinda and hopefully get Éowyn into some kind of routine – well that’s our plan, Éowyn may have different ideas, it’ll be fun to find out who’ll win.

The week started quite quietly with her first visit to Early Bird at the Harvester in Windsor, in honour of her Grandad’s birthday.  However she was suitably nonplussed and slept through the entire dinner, at least she wasn’t screaming the house down.

Wednesday was the usual mother’s coffee morning and again she slept through it.  Lucinda is beginning to think that the other mum’s think we have the perfect baby and that she never cries.  I’m sure she puts it all on to make us look like liars.  She certainly can scream and cry the house down.  Usually at 3 in the morning, when the night seems like it will never end.  Following the coffee morning was the visit to the clinic and news that she had broke the 10lb barrier and now weighs 10lb 7oz (a 38% increase in weight in less than a month!)

My good friend Sanjiv popped round on Thursday to meet the little one.  Yet again, she proved her parents liars by sleeping through his entire visit, including a visit to the pub for lunch.  She doesn’t just sleep you know!  Honest!

The weekend was the big event, the other reason why I took 3 weeks off.  We took Éowyn to visit West Bromwich, and especially to visit her Great Grandmother, my Mom’s Mom.  As you can see from the photo below her Great Grandma was overjoyed to meet her, even though it makes her feel old.  So we had four generations of Bagnall’s (well McGinns and Bagnalls to be precise) in one room, a first for our family!

On Saturday there was a steady stream of visitors from my Uncle and Aunt, to friends and neighbours, she was the centre of attention and again she was not fussed.  I think that she likes it.  It is amazing how a child brings everyone together and how fascinating watching a child can be, like staring into the flames of a fire.  There must be something primeval about it, a kind of genetic conditioning.

We also took Éowyn visit her Great-Great Uncle and Great-Great Aunt, my nan’s older brother and his wife, my Great Uncle Albert and Great Aunt Iris.  Another bridge across the generations.  Uncle Albert has traced his side of the family tree (the Wyton side, my maternal grandmother’s side) as far as the 1540’s and now he has met the generation that will take the family forward.  I suppose that with longevity increasing this will be become a more common sight, even for those of us that hail from the Black Country.

There are still many more family members for Éowyn to meet and so a second trip up north is planned to continue the introductions to the family, a visit to the Hawthorns as well as the important task of allowing Nanny Fran (and Auntie Liz) some serious cuddle time.

Until next time, peace and love

Baggie!

I'm a Great Grandma!
I'm a Great Grandma!
I'm your Great Grandma
I'm your Great Grandma
The Generations
The Generations
Mommy and Éowyn
Mommy and Éowyn
First smile
First smile
Me? Smiling? Never!
Me? Smiling? Never!
OK, I was!
OK, I was!
Great Uncle Michael
Great Uncle Michael
Great Auntie Yvonne
Great Auntie Yvonne
Great-Great Uncle Albert
Great-Great Uncle Albert
Great-Great Auntie Iris
Great-Great Auntie Iris
Nanny Fran And Auntie Liz
Nanny Fran And Auntie Liz
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