When we did the monthly photos, we got a random one of Orry, and almost Orry and Oshin:
Orry is a big fan of holding his brother, though sometimes it doesn't always work out perfectly, even if Orry seems somewhat unaware of it:
The bottle Orry is feeding Oshin is not the start of Oshin being cared for by others. It was merely a bottle Cori expressed in the early weeks of adjusting to Oshin's feeding needs. It was a once-only bottle-feed, but Orry was delighted to be the one to do it!
Orry has been close to joining in the Manx dancing for a little while, as was shown by his own versions of the dances at home after we'd been to practices on Sunday afternoon. But it was finally in September that Orry actually started to join in the practices themselves. It was only ever with me, or Cori, and only for a dance or two. But he was very proud of himself and he was all-focus as he is with things he's dedicated himself to. It was very encouraging. We thought that we were all set, but Fear is still evidently a large part playing against him, as was shown at a performance in Douglas.
Finn was there with his group, and we were a bit early, watching the group before, who invited children up to be a part of one of the dances. Orry leapt up to be involved, but he only lasted a few seconds, the length of the first move of the dance, and then he dropped his shoulders and ran back to me to hide in upsetness at not knowing the rest of the dance and feeling very exposed about it there in front of everyone.
The first picture is before, the second is the moment of fleeing:
Rather more confident an experience was our all going to a friend's party in their garden in Port St. Mary. It was a free-for-all enjoyment of the garden, but, of course, Orry enjoyed most of all the chocolate cakes made especially for him to enjoy:
It is probably worth recounting that the present we got for the friend at the party was a leather jacket. He had been obsessed by the idea of one for months, apparently, so someone challenged Cori to find one for him in a second-hand shop. Always one for a challenge, Cori had found one by the end of the day, took it up a bit, and made the boy the happiest person in Port St. Mary at the party.
But not before I tried on my first ever leather jacket, enjoying the ridiculousness of it very much:
The days were still sunny and clear in September, but it was obvious that the weather was changing and the warmth had gone. The changing season was obvious, but it was on the drive back from the part South that we enjoyed a very good thing about cold clear days, with views like this:
What a lovely place we live in.
I was reminded of this also at this time of year dropping Orry off at nursery, with the sun shining in through the branches of the trees beyond - a very idyllic sight.
It was this sort of lovely light when granny visited out on the West coast towards the end of the month, making for my new favourite picture:
We've not had enough cute Oshin pictures this post, so here's a few to even things out:
It's probably worth the mention that we're somewhat disheartened to recognise that Oshin sometimes finds great entertainment in the underside of tables, even over us. We'd like to say we have thick enough skins to take that without hurt pride, but it wouldn't be true:
Always worth an update is Orry's latest pictures, which have been fantastic this month, including a group of Manx dancers with caps on...
... and a buggane with one arm who has eaten a child...
... and a picture which Orry did inside a card for his cousin, which he did on his own, inspired by what was on the front of the card - a dancing guitar-player and a cake with candles:
And, not to leave Finn out, here is his lovely list of the things we needed to tick off from a trip to Douglas:
And that takes us swiftly to the end of the month, which ended, for Finn, at the high point of going up in the Fire Brigade's crane (on one of their open days):
But perhaps it's best to leave you with one last picture of Oshin, on his first ever "play date" with Lenny, the nephew of a friend. Oshin was less than impressed.
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