Uphilldowndale

Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

See How They Grow

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It’s official, Tom is now taller than me (and feeling pretty smug about it) and his shoe size is bigger than his dads (and he’s feeling even smugger about that!) So how did that happen?

He was 14 yesterday, I’m finding it hard to believe that he is 14 (the time has gone so fast) and that it possible to grow from ‘such a little poppet’ (as the midwife described) him to the young man that can now clear the fridge of food and comes back looking for more.

Tom had 3 friends over for the day, they went to the golf range

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And whacked a few hundred balls about the place

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I thought they looked like a

field of dandelions

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Which gives you an idea just how much I know about the sport. But I do know you need to put a basket under the ball dispenser.

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Or a 100 little balls will roll around all over the place.

In the evening Mr Uhdd took them to see an ice hockey match at the Sheffield Arena, which was, so Tom tells me ‘awesome’.

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Not so very long ago Tom used to be content with a packet of chocolate buttons, but now he is chomping his way through an enormous birthday box of Thorntons Chocolates, that weighs in at a third of his birth weight, (so that will explain the growth then) but he’s such a nice boy, I’m sure he will be willing to share with his mum.

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

6 thoughts on “See How They Grow

  1. Clear the fridge , ha ha ha brilliant.
    One thing we did was the classic monitor our sons height by scoring the door frame. The various marks are still in the frame and now he is 16 he is the same height as me.
    Our fridge gets filed the my son and his friends take great delight in emptying it.
    Your like us .
    A hungry fellrunning husband and a teenage son. Answer = lots of food.

  2. Happy birthday to your son! They do grow so quickly and before you know it you’ll have a wedding to prepare for! My oldest is getting married this summer – it doesn’t seem that long ago that he was a little boy. Sounds like your son had a good day. 🙂

  3. Ah, teenage boys. It is amazing how much food can dissapear into their bodies. I have always wondered what exactly is taking that much energy.

    Golf is such a great sport. I really love it, because ultimately you are simply playing against yourself. You are trying to better your own score.

    I hope you are enjoying the passage of time with your boy. I like that first picture, very nice.

    • Golf is a total mystery to me, other than it must be nice being outside with grass and trees! Tom likes belting a ball hard on a driving range, other than thab that its hockey and cricket for him. Some of his mates are keen though

  4. I hope nobody has the back-breaking job of picking that lot up. Surely it’s mechanised in some way.

    Happy birthday to Son Number One. I remember him when he was born as he was the first baby I had ever held. No, really. I had no idea what to do with him. I’m a bit more clued up now, so I realise that was the easy bit!

  5. I’m not into golf either but the hockey game caught my eye. 🙂 Happy Birthday, Tom!

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