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.