Happy Christmas

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Had to get a quick post in before Torquil is 1 as I have not posted for far too long.

Happy birthday Torquil for tomorrow the first April.

Captain Rupert is looking forward to the celebrations tomorrow with his now best friend. Theres going to be plenty of tea cake and balloons by our Easter tree thats all ready and decorated for Easter....Captain Rupert's favourite time of year of course and now there is added reason for celebration.

My scanner has been out of action but its back and I am in the middle of a painting, so thought it was way overdue a picture on this blog. Its a work in Progress and I'm so very rusty. I did the rough on a beach back in September when Torquil was 5 months old. I had the idea when Torquil was about 6 weeks old I think I was meeting too many friends with babies in coffee shops!

Dance of the sugar plumb fairy (work on progress)

Happy Easter from us all........

Torquil and Captain Rupert woke up very early before it was even light, all was quiet all was still and all was white.................................

Let me at it.........as Torquil put his sticky mits on the window and Captain rupert clawed at his hutch door.

Not actually sure Torquil enjoyed it but Captain Rupert did.

Torquil has been making friends with Captain Rupert, they have learnt they have the same interest in crusts of bread and carrot tops. Its great they have found this common ground as I think Captain Rupert had been suffering from depression since Torquil was born, I never thought it would effect a rabbit so much, but Captain Rupert is a very cuddly rabbit and I completely underestimated the effect of a little person would have on him.

Torquil is enjoying the great out doors his crawling and pulling himself up on the nearest object he can get too. Which reminds me I was going to do a post on how he got his name.

It goes back to just over a year ago and K and I trudge about camping up mountains in the Pyrenees...I was about 14 weeks pregnant. On the last day we had to walk back from Spain to France though the breche de Roland...a gap in the mountains. We had to go quickly .....the weather was meant to be turning......with the clouds closing in..... I huffed and puffed my way with the ever growing bump.

I just made it to the mountain hut on the french side when it started to Thunder.....K followed behind after he attempted to get to the top of a little mountain near by......He rain down to the safety of the hut with the thunder and lightening crashing and banging behind him.

We had been lugging a tent around for two weeks.......well K had the tent.....I had all the fluffy stuff like sleeping bags..................He thought that night we should brave the hut.............I'm not very keen on huts as they are full of black mould and you have to sleep on bunk beds with lots of snoring people.................tents so much nicer.

So we spent the afternoon in a nice warm hut with a lovely cosy fire going eyeing up the thunder storm and trying to decide what to do.

It was my great idea to get down the mountain away from the hut and the black mould....There was still thunder but it did not seem as bad.

Until a third of the way down it got very dark.......and then it was clear the thunder storm was coming directly down our valley. When it passed over us we crouched down low in the best place we could find. It was really very scary

We made it to a little cabin where we met a french man from paris, he had cleaned the hut with a feather he had found and it certainly was a welcome sight.

Torquil comes from old Norse......The god Thor and his cauldron where he brews his thunder or strong soldiers. Its also an old Scottish name.

More soon, I have managed to do a little drawing and have a head brimming with ideas for pictures.

Thank you for all the lovely comments on my last post....so long ago. And I left you in such suspense what the bumps name is.

Well we left it right to the last moment before registering his name, keeping our ideas top secret. It was very scary registering the name....had we made the wrong decision is he going to hate us for it.

Kimball wanted something with a good meaning....which I think deserves a post all of its own.

Better not keep you in suspense any longer.......the name is....Torquil George Ellis Morrison.

I will explain more in another post.

Captain Rupert was not too keen on Torquils arrival, which surprised me, he got very Territorial and spent ours guarding the door way. They seem find now. But sadly the Captain has not been too well, I really hope its not because of Torquils arrival. I'm giving him lots of tasty pickings and cuddles.....he seems a little better but not his old bouncy self, fingers crossed he will improve more.

Its been a busy few months with Torquil growing enormously quickly, he is 16 weeks and must weigh about 18 lbs.

We have ploughed on with the diy, a very low moment for me was when Torquil was 6 weeks old crying and I had the Kitchen floor covered in grout.....don't try laying 50 sqm of tiles with a baby!!!

Glad we got it all done its lovely to have all the extra space in the house. And thank you to all the parents for helping out with the tiles and painting. K has declared a summer break from DIY, although he has sneaked in a few little jobs.

I have filled the conservatory with Tomato plants and the veg patch is not doing too badly for a bit of neglect. Torquil has been helping me harvest the broad beans.

More soon..........

J

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The Bump........................"There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge."..................

All rabbits need a pocket watch for it is rude to be late for tea, which inevitable..... too many distractions......a daisy......a primrose.......something new..... forever running late for one reason or another but they are reliable and always turn up.

Our bump also lost his pocket watch............... I sent captain rupert to find the white rabbit.........

to see if he could help.............. he did eventually after an extra large helping of carrot cake.

They found the pocket watch among the daffodils.......... the loud ticking gave the game away........but it had lost its minute hand.

A clock mender was what was needed thought the mad hatter......The doormouse yawned and sleepily said he knew a good one....... Off Captain Rupert went with a leap and a bounce and a stop here and there to nibble all the yummy spring flowers......... The clock mender bent down and looked carefully and said I'm sorry I will have to order a new hand. I don't have any in stock which would suite such a fine pocket watch. Please come back next week..........

and captain rupert did and the watch had a shiny new minute hand..........

The 1st of April the bump arrived 19 days late (because he lost his pocket watch) weighing almost 10 lbs.

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for Captain Rupert from his brother and half sister.....