Wednesday, 24 June 2009
Monday, 22 June 2009
These photos were taken by Anya in Gloucester Docks, can see a winning entry for next year's photo competition (she didn't win this year but a close up photo of tree bark is being exhibited next week at a local gallery).
Wednesday, 17 June 2009
I love that you are different to everyone else, no-one can ever predict your choices, they are tomboy with a pink edging.
I love that you are enthusiastically sporty - where does that come from?
I love that your teeth are all wobbly and you have to show us every day how much more movement there is - you are so excited about growing up but are enjoying the wobbling moment too.
I love that you feel free to run but sneak back for cuddles and reassurance
I love holding hands with you in our secret way.
Happy birthday Pops xo
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
I really can't remember being so precious over Anya when she was my 'Perfect First Born' - her first birthday was a pretty drunken affair as far as I can remember. We had a barby in the back garden - the neighbours turned up with their rock guitars (Drunken friends thankfully kept unplugging them). We played pick up the cornflake packet from the floor using only teeth (it's hard, try it!), went to bed very late!
Quote of the week - me after Patrick ran into me "How can you tell if your nose is broken?", Anya "You can't smell".
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
I hope the peer pressure doesn't ever force her into conforming.
Don't even start me on her pink loving, clip clop shoe wearing princess brother!
Sunday, 7 June 2009
Tim says I'm miserable and they're not meant to be for me, but for me the best part of is grabbing the party bag and escaping the village hall/soft play hell/ over full house and breathing in the peaceful fresh air outside (when I say peaceful it is quieter than inside but normally partially broken but the cheap plastic whistle always included in the bags - but don't even get me started on the waste that is a party bag).
Today's party was for one of Patrick's friends - I always cross my fingers on going in that David Oakley and Dennis the dog aren't stood in the corner yet again. I realise that the performers costs lots (and we even had David and Dennis at Anya's 3rd birthday party thinking we were being original) but I think I could do the broken washing machine routine better than him as I'd seen it so often! I was in luck this afternoon - it was a proper DIY party - the sort where 20 four year olds charge around with balloons for two hours only to be interrupted by shovelling in food, throwing around a pass-the-parcel and screaming because their balloon has been popped. At this sort of party Patch is glued to my side for the first hour, gets his confidence in the last 10 minutes then doesn't want to come home.
The parents stand in their little cliques either looking completely bored/hungover or gossiping and ignoring their little darlings popping the balloons or crying. At the better parties there is a cup of tea, the worst ones are over lunch with no adult catering (at these parties it is normally possible to witness parents piling far to much food onto their child's plate in the hope that they will leave it so it can be eaten by them and not 'wasted').
I would much rather be spending my weekends with the whole family (and this is probably why I hate them as they are always in the middle of the day and only one of the children is invited) doing things that we want to do together. I think that I have been very kind to the parents of my children's friends by only ever holding one formal party (we have held boozy BBQs in the garden but they don't count). One final moan is that no end to this 'birthday party hell' is in sight as Euan has this week received his first invitation - oh joy!
Well after this rant I would like to add that we did go to a lovely party yesterday - it was held at a miniature steam railway club. There were 4 trains running and the children could go on as many times as they liked. Euan seems to have a new love - he has cast aside his cars and can now be heard screaming "chooooooooooooochoooooooooochoooooooooo".
Thought of the week - "Hear no evil, speak no evil - and you'll never be invited to a party” ~ Oscar Wilde
Monday, 1 June 2009
Last week was half term and amazingly it coincided with a week of fantastic sunny weather. We made full use of it and went out everyday. The County Show was brilliant - Anya's favourite thing was the motorbike display, Patrick's the ice-cream and Euan's the tractors (he screamed when he was made to get off after a 20 minute sit and had to be bribed with another ice-cream).
We went paddling in a local stream, got the paddling pool out and had outside showers. If this is what the rest of summer is like I will be able to be much more relaxed.
We did have one day of tension - I took the kids for a haircut - Anya and Patch look much better, after half hour of chasing Euan around the shop he came out looking much the same as he went in!
I nearly forgot the most exciting happening of the week. We had a babysitter and went out for the first proper husband and wife grown-up evening that I can remember since Euan was born. It was a really nice night so we took the midlife crisis (otherwise known as Tim's MG) out to the pub in the next village for a meal. Had a really nice time but did do a bit of clock watching, we're not used to late nights! Tim has plans for the next one already.
Thought for the week - "You're only has good as your last haircut." ~ Fran Lebowitz