I love the winter light
(Shame I’m terrible at photos)
I love the winter light
(Shame I’m terrible at photos)
From our annual ‘Autumn Walk’ because every year, there’s a kid homework about Autumn, and this seems the easiest way to do it!
I got into the car after a meeting yesterday. Husband and children are already in the car.
Me “I’m hungry, let’s go home and eat”
Child “you could eat a… ”
Child “oh, ok. Daddy, I’m gonna saw your head off there’s chicken in your head”
Me “erm… But I’m vegetarian!”
Child “but daddy’s head is full of vegetarian chicken, I just need a real saw to cut it off”
Me “well, we haven’t got one, so nevermind, I think I’ll have pasta”
Child “there’s one in the kitchen, I’ll use it to cut daddy’s head off and we can have vegetarian chicken”
So… Firstly, is my (vegetarian) 3 year old turning into a cannibal? Or a criminal mastermind(based on his reasoning skills)?
Also, how does he know where the tools are?!?!
So, I felt a bit rubbish today. Which didn’t make much difference to our plans, as largest child goes to football training (if you can call it that when they’re that young?) which he loves. He learns football skills through playing games, there’s lots of running about and stuff, and it tires him out. So we do it every Sunday!
After lunch, both boys napped. Which gave us a problem…
What to do with two reenergised small people on a rainy/snowy/sleety afternoon? Answer- go for a walk on the beach! I’m not mad, honest. I don’t see why we can’t stick our waterproofs on and go for a walk when it rains (which is often). Husband complained. A lot. Which is normal.
But everyone else had fun! And we were warm because, due to the incoming tide, we had to hurry to avoid getting stuck and frequently run to avoid getting wet.
How do you get ice cream on your head though?
It is St Patricks day today also. So another reason for ice cream, as a year ago today I went into labour (and then stopped, and started again 4 days later). And so, this resulted in littlest’s middle name being Patrick. So he got ice cream to celebrate his saints day. Thankfully, there are no snakes round here for him to chase away!
From experience, kids are happier when they’ve had exercise. Weather does not allows permit a walk to the park, and differing children ages mean my little crawler ends up left in his pushchair whilst my larger child runs about.
So… The solution.
The Soft Play Area…
Sticky surfaces, germ infested ball pits, screaming kids, excessive sugar, tantrums, manic races to get small people to the bathroom, practising your yoga to follow your small person through impossibly small places, overcoming claustrophobia, rescuing stuck children, lukewarm coffee, small people who refuse to leave….
I really could go on all day! What’s not to love?
We frequent a toddler group, based in the play area of a pub chain. For Â£2.50, I get to set the large one free (he likes to make friends, then come and play me and small) he gets juice and biscuits, and I get a coffee. Small one is currently playing for free, until he’s less small, anyway.
I get to down my coffee, then walk/crawl round in my socks for an hour. Not my idea of a fun morning! But the small people very much enjoy it.
Then I bribe them with sweets, and bring them home for food, and hopefully some quiet playing while I my housework done. That’s where we’re at now, so wish me luck!
What does everyone else do to tire out the kids?
Today we went to a baby group, ‘time for rhyme’ and Lucas and decided to try and pinch a baby girl’s dummy. Is this some sign of affection in baby language? Does he have a girlfriend now? She’s a couple of weeks older than him though, will he grow up liking older women?
As we left the house, I removed another ‘Jesus loves you’ note from my letterbox, as whoever posts them leaves them sticking in the outside (my letterbox is pretty evil) and I don’t want the postman to think I’m leaving him random Jesus related notes.
On the way home, continuing the random religion theme, we stopped in at the local church hall, as they were holding a coffee morning to raise money for Macmillan. This is unusual for me, I tend to avoid churches. I respect the fact that lots of people have lots of different religions. As long as everybody respects my right to not be attached to one. But this was for charity, so I went and had a cup of tea with some old ladies. It was a change in routine, at least! And only 1 person asked me if baba was christened (he isn’t).
I was thinking a bit about religion after that. I used to go to church. I don’t now. It’s been a while.
So after lunch, I’m cleaning (you may have to bear with me, there’s a related point here eventually) and I’ve opened my bedroom window as baby is playing and I’m using furniture polish (my house is all on one floor, so we’re downstairs). I’ve also opened the blinds and the curtains to clean the window. I like to listen to music when I clean. I have a tendency to sing too. I like Belle and Sebastian, and was listening to an album called ‘write about love’.
Which is why, when the paper boy walked past, he heard me singing (possibly loudly) ‘I’ve seen god in the sun, I’ve seen god in the street, god before bed and the promise of sleep…’.
And he stared.
So now he thinks I’m mad. Maybe I am.
So, I’ve been quiet for a little bit. I put 1lb back on, and have been off track ever since. Am now actually worried about getting weighed on Wednesday. Never mind! Tomorrow is another day.
One of the reasons for my naughty eating habits this weekend has been my house. It’s having a birthday next year, it’ll be 100. And it needed a repaint (outside) and a boundary wall repairing. So we thought. A couple of days work. So we thought.
So, we packed off the kids, my dad (all round DIY expert) came over and… Stuff starting dropping off, and looking damp (never a good thing!). In short, part of my house that was rendered is now naked.
I have some pretty red bricks though! So, how does that make you eat badly? I hear you ask… Well. When working, it is customary to feed the workers. Something quick and easy, so as not to interrupt the work much. So, chips and vegetable pakora for lunch. It’s also customary to provide refreshments. Which means beer. And as the kids were staying out, it meant more beer later (and a date night, but I’m going to try a ‘proper’ serious write up on that one next).
So, it’s all gone a bit awry. But I have been burning calories doing crochet (If google says it burns more calories than watching telly, I believe it!) and have finished of a couple of projects that have been hanging around:
I’m trying to make a hat right now, which is a bit of a challenge. And I want to write about what I did at the weekend, but my broadband is off (as usual!) and I can’t figure out how to link to the site on my phone. I’m sure I’ll find a way!!
So, it’s Zumba time again. I’m rather unsportingly sitting writing this on my phone while I wait for class to start. I’m feeling anti social.
Today has been a bit rubbish. A lot rubbish, even. Maybe. It might get better.
Baba’s poorly eye has developed into conjunctivitis (thank god I live near a very good eye hospital) and larger child has been a big, naughty grump. And husband has been a bit of a sulky child.
Well, that’s how I feel, anyway.
I, of course, have been lovely.
(I said that’s how I feel, anyway!)
So, anyway.. Today I had a mcdonalds. Bad me! They shouldn’t have made the vegetarian option actually vegetarian! It tempts me. But after an hour at the eye hospital, thinking I’d lost my mobile and various other stressness, it just worked. But I did notice, I didn’t enjoy it as much.
I made a super tea:
I feel a bit better after a bath. Fat club went ok, I lost 2lb. There’s no class next week, something to do with the bank holiday. I’m happier this week, as I only lost 1lb the week before, but think I should be losing more than 2lb a week now I’m at the gym too. So, I need to be better behaved! I want to lose more than 4lb in the two weeks I have until I get weighed properly again.
So, I struggle to get to the gym in the right times, I called in today and bought a key so I can use the machines and run through my program at any time. This means it’ll be easier to go, in theory. I’ll still need to find a babysitter, but I’ll be able to go on a weekend and a Wednesday too (daddy day care!).
I’ve been thinking about the sugar I eat. The amount of sweets I go through increases as I get more tired. So, I just need to get poorly baba sleeping through the night and I’ll be fine. I’m sure that’ll be easy!
I started this post at Zumba, so it’s only right to tell you how it went. The first track was rubbish (it always is) and then the second got worse as it was a new routine, evidently they’d started it last week when I wasn’t there (how typical?) so I felt stupid. Then the next track came on, and not only did I remember what I was doing, I didn’t totally suck at it! So, I may actually be getting the hang of it, a bit. I was better at the cardio bit, but my legs still killed at the legs, bums and tums bit. So, I still need to keep going with the muscle building stuff.
Anyhow, poorly baba is currently asleep, but I’m sure he’ll be up soon!
Goodnight, sleep tight
Don’t let the bed bugs bite xx
How come the last week before payday is so miserable?
And how come I can’t give up sugar?
And how come it’s raining today?
I was having fun at the beach 🙁
So, anyway, we’re plodding on. Not doing to well on the food and exercise front, the food part is purely my lack of self control, the exercise part is the lack of babysitters and weather going dodgy.
Right now everyone in my house is having a nap and I can’t sleep. I’m really tired though. But nevermind! We’ve been to the beach, until the rain came.
Larger child had fun, we were there last night too, I took him for a paddle in the sea. I’m glad I live near the sea, it makes for good child amusement! They showed a movie in a local park last night, I tried to talk husband into going, but he wouldn’t go see dirty dancing. I think he’d have probably spent most of the time playing football with child anyway, so I’m gonna work on him for next time!!
I had a bit of a vigilante moment this week…. I’ve noticed an increase in ‘scrap men’ on the streets, picking up metal to sell. A while back, one even knocked on my door and asked if some stuff in my yard was rubbish. For the clarification of any Americans, when I say yard, I mean area of concrete with ten foot wall around it.
So anyway, i’m in the house with the baby while the larger child is at nursery, and suddenly my cats come running in the house. I look out of the window, and I see a man climbing out of my yard, with larger child’s highchair (it was left out there).
So, I grabbed the baby, my keys, and my phone and gave chase! They promptly dumped the highchair, but I took some lovely pictures of their truck. Which I have to the nice policeman who came shortly afterwards.
Then a bit later I realised that chasing a truck full of men armed with an iPhone and a baby might not have been a good idea.. But nevermind! I hope the police scare them, because I haven’t felt very safe in my own home since then, and that sucks. Well, such is life! Anyway, time to go dry my hair, I’m in a phase of pretending to be girly. (I can try, I might convince someone).