So, what are you supposed to do on a day like that? Spend it hiding under the duvet? Spend it crying or being bitter? Looking at pictures and reminiscing?
I am not sure what you are "supposed" to do but here is what we did anyway:
Because poor daddy is suffering from a nasty dose of the man flu, myself and little Skippy-do got up and let daddy sleep in a little in the morning. Your small brother polished off some breakfast and then we got dressed to go to the shopping centre to get some stuff done.
Just as we were about to leave, I noticed that your baby brother needed a last minute nappy change, so we took care of that. Boy oh boy was it a smelly one. Anti-biotic nappy, I am sure you remember them! Nearly passed out with the stink, so I did.
As I went: "Eeeeeeeeew!", your little bro thought mammy was starting a song and continued: "E-Ay, E-ay Ohhhh". Ha bloody ha! :p
Anyway, eventually we did make it down to the crescent and did a bit of a food shop (your brother is eating us out of house and home!). After that was packed away, we swapped the shopping trolley for the buggy and went off to Boots to get some mini pics printed for your balloons. Once that was done, Skippy and I headed to BB's for a coffee (for mammy) and two mini muffins (for Skippy).
Your brother did some more eating while I wrote little notes on the back of the mini pictures. Wait til you see them...I think we had the right idea.
Anyway, since that little brother of yours has the attention span of a nat, it soon was time to pack up and let him potter around the shopping centre for a while. He went in and out of shops, played with mirrors, tried bashing some expensive LCD TV's in Argos and then discovered: THE SHOE SHOP.
When passing Sketchers, he looked, exclaimed: "Shoes" and darted inside just like any self respecting woman would....I am guessing this might be Valentina's influence....you know, his moth from the creche. :p She loves shoes. And he had a great time looking around and trying to escape with a shoe or two. I am sure you would have pointed out to him that it only makes sense if you take the matcher as well! One shoe will hardly be of use to anyone...
Had to drag your man away from there eventually and we headed over to the rides in the Crescent. I popped your brother into the blue car and he sat there quite happily twisting the steering wheel.
Another little boy joined us and I think you would have been proud of Skippy and how he shared....mind you, the other little boy had one arm in a cast so could have potentially knocked Skippy out with a swing of his arm...so perhaps your ickle brother was erring on the side of caution there!
Anyhoo, the boys granddad was kind enough to stick money into the car to make it go (I know, you caught me....I kept telling you they were broken...). The two boys had a great time and mammy had a chat with the granddad and another man who came along. He asked if Skippy was my first and I told them about you being my first but that you went to heaven. He said it was very sad and he knew of someone else who lost a small baby to cot death (died sleeping on the mothers chest...how awful :/).
Well, shortly after that, daddy finally made an appearance and we went looking for food. We also found out the balloon people had forgotten about us and would not be able to make the balloon bouquet for us. Ya know, that was grand because it was bucketing rain anyway. So I said we take them on Sunday when we go out to visit your grave with loads of people who knew and loved you. It'd be nice if you could arrange for some nice weather then!
After lunch, we popped by the creche and brought them some muffins. They had a candle lit for you beside your picture. :) They miss you oodles, Sproggy.
Then, we drove out to Clare to visit granddad and granny in Corbally and to spend a bit of time there. We also went out to your grave to bring you some flowers. I hope you like them! :)
Ruth and Denis came over later that evening to mind that rascal of a brother of yours so mammy and daddy could go have a dinner in your memory. It was a yummy Indian after which we met Sean and Helen in the Dirty Duck to have a drinky....also in your memory of course.
So, you see, it was a busy day. Normal in many ways. We did things we had to do. We did things we wish we did not have to do. We remembered you. We got to speak of you. And we got to spend some nice time with your brother.
All in all not too bad.
Still wish we had you right here and I was listening to you playing with your baby brother right now as opposed to him playing by himself and tormenting the cat. :)
Miss ya heaps...
Lots of love,
Mammy
P.S. Look how people near and far are thinking of you.
Thank you Milka and Troy...Also always remembering your little one! xxx
