Is it nearly Christmas yet?

Euan has got two golf balls under his chin - not a new talent learnt in the last week - a throat infection. Why do children always get ill on a Friday? I either feel like I'm wasting the doctors time going straight away or don't go it gets worse over night and spend all weekend working out how to speak to an emergency doctor. Well looks like I made a right choice for once this time - banana antibiotics going down well! A new talent he has found this week is a new way of crawling - he has a car in each hand and then does crawling legs without moving his arms at all. Is it any wonder that he still isn't walking, too much like hard work!




Patrick has mostly been practising his nursery nativity (or activity play as he calls it) - he's a shepherd and has a speaking role. We've been testing how load he has to shout so the people at the back will be able to hear. Think he's got it sorted - the people in the next County will be able to hear him bellowing "FOLLOW US!".


Anya has mostly been moaning about having to go to school and saying that she wants to move to Australia with her friend, because they are on their summer holidays and it's warm enough to play outside. She goes to school happily on a Monday because she has spellings then and her competitive streak comes out. It's down hill for the rest of the week with a small up lift on Thursday for art. I think we're all looking forward to the Christmas holidays - I'm mainly looking forward to the break in the school run and being able to get dressed at lunchtime.


We wrote our letters to Father Christmas this week - Anya's is getter more expensive for Father C but Patrick just wants lots of Pink and Purple stuff (will remind him of this when he's 18). Euan would just love anything with wheels. His first very clear words have been Broom broom. I'm feeling slightly worried that I've emotionally scarred the children by telling them Father Christmas can see them through the burglar alarm sensors and he's watching when the little red light comes on. I suppose it's a new take on Big Brother is watching you! And it's definitely improved Patrick's behaviour.



So Father C, if you're reading this. Anya would like please, Aston Villa top (the one with Acorns on), ball and boots, a Wii game, a playmobile helicopter, puzzlebits, a pirate top and lots of surprises. Please could Patrick have a pink Dora castle (like the one at the craft fair last week), a book, a car, another pink power ranger, new pencils, a pink jewellery box and a pink dinosaur if you can find one! Thanks x.


Today it stayed foggy and cold all day, it never really got light. So with Tim at a Stag do (raving it up in Bournemouth?!) I spent most of the day at a play area in a pub. We went for lunch with friends then the children ran around in the soft play bit for a few hours while the mums gossiped and drank tea. Then home, tea, bath and bed (with a touch of Strictly Come Dancing - Anya was very good at marking the dances, Patrick just commented on all the dresses).


Thought of the week - "If there is no excitement, then some must be created." Silas Bent, Ballyhoo. Something to remember on a wet cold Sunday.

So here's my first attempt.

Having been very envious of all the blogs of friends and relatives I thought it was time to record the growth of the Haywood Killen Clan. With Tim away and the Kids bickering in front of Scooby-doo. I'm thinking now or never!

This week has been dominated by sick children - a really nasty cold has sent the children to bed by 6.30 every night (every cloud and all that!). Had enough of it yesterday and rang Tim (I think hormonally?) and said wasn't coping so he took the afternoon off. I had the pleasure of going to the school assembly without boys hanging off me/escaping to try to get to Anya. We then went to the pub for tea - a pint of cider made things look a whole lot better!

Today Tim has gone to see the Rugby (Rugsby to Anya) so to take the children for a run we went to the local Wildlife Trust Centre. We planned a nature treasure hunt before we left (I thought this might stop some of the moans about it being cold). To get warmed up we went into a craft fair - took the opportunity to stock up on loads of nice christmas presents - including two huge boxes for Anya and Patrick which they seemed to miss hung on the back of the pushchair! Got a very lovely necklace for myself - will have to wrap and send off to father christmas!

While the hunters were seeking poor Euan was wrapped up in the pushchair refusing to go to sleep!

And here's the arty photo that I'll never use again!

Thought of the week (stolen from another much better blog) - Our house is clean enough to be healthy, and dirty enough to be happy. ~Author Unknown

Quote of the week - When looking out of the window at a removal van taking a friends belongings to Australia "Mummy, mummy Olivia's house isn't moving!" - Patrick