Archive for May, 2011

Erie’s playground

This afternoon we headed to a little playground near us.  The big girl named it Erie’s Playground after a little friend of hers who lived just round the corner from it but who has moved away.  It’s funny how intense and important these new baby friendships can be and then suddenly they stop through returning to work, moving locations or just plain moving on.

Three of my really close baby friends moved away.  One to Scotland, one to the US and one down south.  I keep periodic contact with them and see one when she heads this way.  In a way the fading of these friendships doesn’t matter as life just moves on and baby friends are joined by school yard friends.  But at that newborn time these people were so important to me.  They let me know it wasn’t just me, I wasn’t alone, I wasn’t the only one experiencing a complete life change with added sleepless nights, puke and poo.


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Hurrah, its Friday.

Breathe.  We reached the end of the week.  In one piece.  Just.

The big girl had a great time in nursery as they were having a party celebrating the end of a long, involved and fun project. This was followed by her bestest’s friends birthday party.  Oh the excitement of life.  How full can a little girl’s life get.   On the way home I picked the small boy from the child minder.  He wasn’t particularly at all pleased to see me, just concerned that he hadn’t had his tea yet and I was late and he was hungry with a capital H and did I really absolutely know that and he would really appreciate food RIGHT now, even if only the merest crust of dried bread.

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Angelina Ballerina – does anyone else think she is really irritating and smug.  But the big girl loves these books and particularly pertinent at the moment is Angelina and the Royal Wedding (marketing ploy there anyone?).  In it she is not that nice to poor Henry, who, if I were him, would have left his big sister locked in the tower.  But some of the big girl’s favourites I do share – Fix It Duck for one, as we yodel very noisily along to the story.

In our semi bilingual household we now have a plethora of Dutch books including some of the husband’s books from when he was a child.  One book we return to again and again is Jip and Janneke, which has fantastic illustrations.  My Dutch is just about OK to read these short Dutch stories in a probably very mangled way but shortly the husband is going to have to take over the continental part of bed time stories.

The little man is very excited by books and loves turning the pages of  board and cloth books.  He has almost stopped eating books too … progress indeed.

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Mad days

The husband has been away most of the week AND this weekend.  I have been trying to get work stuff done, mend a vile cough, put together the paper work for our hoped for house move, manage the tots and ignore the chaos and dirt of our small home.  The little man has three molars coming through and the big girl is almost as grumpy as her brother.  She is not normally quite so foul unless she is brewing for an illness.

At the moment she is unwillingly tucked in bed listening to a book on my MP3 Player.  I discovered audio books at the library and they are such a hit, especially My Naughty Little Sister.  I remember these tales from when I was little and watched the big girl’s face as she was listening to them.  The expression of shock-horror at the character’s antics melded with look of hum maybe I can do that.  What can of worms have I opened.

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Trolly dolly

The little man and big girl have discovered a great game.  I put the still not remotely crawling babe in the trolley and his sister zooms him round the flat. Both of them yell at the top of their voices and have a whale of a time.  I’m sure trolleys were intended to encourage tots to walk but this seems a great alternative and thus far it hasn’t ended in tears.  I’m waiting though.

We have been beset by illnesses AGAIN – how does this happen so regularly? The big girl was properly ill for about ten days after which myself, the wee man, and the husband followed suit.  My carefully planned Easter break  and lovely bank holidays were spent with most of the household in bed clutching bowls and feeling grim.  Added to all of this we have been house hunting and after interrupted and prolonged happenings I think we’ve done it.  Well the first bit at least, in that we’ve found a house and hopefully on the road to having sold ours … am I tempting fate writing this?  The little man turned one and we celebrated on the beach, much to his approval and vast consumption of an interesting birthday meal of sand and seaweed followed by fish and chips.   The final bit to the madness of the mumblings household is that I survived my return to work, dull though it is.  In summary I think we need a holiday.

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