Now that we're all on holidays, we need some exercise! The boys and I are very used to a lot of daily physical activity: me with my tap and the boys with their crazy term-time schedule. We miss it if we don't get it. As for Fixit, he is supposed to lose 12 kilos in 6 months. I seriously do not know how he will manage this, as I watch him hoe in without any moderation to the various Christmas temptations on offer - beers with his friend the Bike Nazi, the bottle of port and mega-Toblerone my Dad gave him (the Toblerone was gone in 2 sittings and it was ENORMOUS!) and all the chocolate I seem to have accumulated via tap students. Attempts on my part to get him to stop after just one treat are met with surliness. I mean, I know no-one likes a nag, but apparently his brain doesn't send him any messages about moderation or health. You'd think he'd be grateful for my support, but no. (Nell is never grateful when I try to encourage her to give up smoking either, go figure.)
(Give up, Nell, you know you should!!)
Anyway. We have been doing bike-riding in the last week. Every little bit helps. When we ride as a family, Fixit leads the way with Climber and I ride behind the slowest member of the family, the Cherub. Although it's not a great aerobic challenge, it is just lovely. I love the way he chats away as he pedals, he way he dings his bell as he passes a pedestrian, the way we say I love you to each other just because the feeling comes over us. I particularly love looking at his small rib cage from behind as he bobs up and down on his bike, and thinking about how little he still is and how tiny his heart and lungs must be. (Is that weird?) It is one of my favourite things to do, being out with my family on our bikes.
(I also love watching Climber on his slightly-too-big-for him bike, looking all long-legged and cool, but he is often far off in the distance so I don't see him as much)
Very silly mother
1 day ago