I thought it would be nice to talk about puppy dogs and children in this week’s blog….. Our puppy, Malmsey (of course she has to have a wine themed name), is now almost 6 months old and she is a joy. She has a great personality, is very funny and very loving and we have already been “expelled” (well politely asked to leave, but the same thing) from puppy training, as she was too full on in character! We all adore her and she repays our love and attention by being super affectionate and following us all around the house adoringly- she is a complete poppet and has Gerard wrapped around all four of her paws! He truly is besotted with her and she with him.
Romané, our son, who recently turned thirteen, is leaving his prep school this week. He started at his school when he was not quite 2 years old and so this is the ending of an era- he is being very brave and grown up about the ending of this chapter of his school days and it is in fact me that is feeling the wrench of leaving the school more than he. It’s not just about him leaving a school that has been so special in his life, where the teachers have nurtured him and loved him almost as much as we do, but also that it has made me realize how grown up he has become without me properly noticing- he will of course always be my baby- I have told him in no uncertain terms that he can’t leave home until he hits 40! But however much I try to believe that he is still not quite grown up, his demeanor and maturity make me realize that he is in fact a very grown up young man and one who Gerard and I are immensely proud of and no more so than in this past and last week of school, when he has won prizes, awards and tributes from his teachers and peers.
Whilst I am writing about my precious family, I cannot leave out my very understanding, albeit completely eccentric and dare I say, at times “prima donna” of a husband, Gerard. He is very understanding and never complains that now with my new role as MD of a larger company, I don’t have time to fill the fridge, or cook… although I do ensure there’s always dog biscuits in the house now…. He knows that if he fancies a snack there’s more chance of a tripe treat, organic and specially developed for sensitive dogs, than there is anything in the fridge for hungry husbands but he hasn’t complained or bemoaned the fact that the puppy has taken over our lives…. Instead he is just as lovely and special as usual, but with the added benefit of now having mastered how to work the dishwasher and he has found the route to Waitrose too!
Till next week when I will be writing my blog from the poolside, as Romané, my mum and I are escaping to the sunshine for a couple of weeks and leaving Gerard, my father and the puppy all together to muddle through – oh my, it will be an interesting couple of weeks!