Red is 3. Oh.My.Gosh.
I can still remember when I found out I was pregnant, the first kick during pregnancy and when he was born like last week. The first time I held him is still the best moment of my life. He was the most tiny gorgeous amazing and cutest baby. I remember his first year the big moments like eating food, rolling over, sitting up, his first tooth followed quickly by several more and the biggest milestone, his first step. I remember it all like it was only yesterday.
Now he runs around the house climbing everything only to jump off it. That is his new thing! I blame his father’s genes for that. Red is just like his dad. To sum it up, Red looks like me but has the dramatics of Fin.
On Saturdays I refuse to get up before 8am. Long gone are the days were I would lounge in bed till lunch time. For me 8am is a reasonable weekend time to be up and 10am is a nice lie in. Last weekend he came into me, poked me in the eye and told me to get up as it was sunny. We had to drop Fin to his new hobby – mountain biking down mountains through forests – so we were all up and out of the house very early. It was lovely as once we dropped Fin off we had the morning to ourselves. Some nice mammy & son time.
He wanted to go to the playground so off we went & as we got there at 9.30am we had it to ourselves. This is our local playground….

Well, Red loves the slide. There is a slide for younger children and I couldn’t tell you how many times he went down that slide. He came down on his bum, then his belly head first, then he tried to climb back up it. We sat in the house playing with the sand and having great chats.
This is what Saturday mornings are about. Playing with Red.
Afterwards we went to the local shops. This is where I came across a great find.
For the past couple of months I have been looking for some glass jars to hold my baking ingredients. The cornflour bag isn’t very good and I end up with cornflour all the press. I checked in some shops but the containers were all silly money for what they are.
I popped into the local pound shop. Yes I know I am in euros but it will always be the pound shop. The €2 shop is just a silly name. I love this shop for its cheap wonderfulness. Sometimes you find great gems… Like these….

I got all these jars for €10, the price other shops wanted for just 1 jar.
Oh how I love a bargain. I just love it. *delighted*