Or maybe the Good Witch of the South – some days I just can’t decide.
And no, the girl isn’t doing the washing up in the background, I’m not that mean. I think she’s getting herself a drink of water.
Category Archives: The Boy
The Class Bear (Cat)
We had the boy’s class bear to visit at the weekend. I was all grumpy and “oh no, not the class bear again. Another diary to write, ensuring that it looks like we did some interesting stuff without being an overly competitive mother (seriously – some of those mums have written 2 pages just on an overnighter)”. Sigh, harumph and huff.
Then it occurred to me that we won’t ever get another class bear home to visit, as they don’t have one in Year 1 and Whiskers has been home twice this academic year now, and so I got a bit sad.
I am all about the fickle this week.
Posted in The Boy
A Sad Farewell
I’ve always been a fan of Freecycle. It has got me a few useful bits and pieces over the years (including this fabulous slide).
Today though, I was a bit less than fond of Freecycle.
To be fair, it’s done exactly what it should have done and found a home for something that we have no need for anymore.
It’s just that the thing that we have no need for anymore is a big thing, and a thing that has been used by one or other of my children every day for the last seven and a half years.
Getting rid of the thing is basically saying that we will have no more children, and the ones that we have are too grown up for the thing, and that makes me just a little bit sad.
The thing’s days have been numbered ever since the boy got his big boy bed.
We bought the thing just before the girl was born. It had the ability to turn from a cot into a toddler bed, when the girl got too big for a cot, by taking it’s bars off and lowering the head and foot boards. Then when the boy was still tiny but too big for a moses basket, the girl got her first big girl bed and he got the cot, eventually to be turned into a toddler bed again.
We said goodbye to the cot/toddler bed today.
A lady living nearby has a daughter who is unexpectedly pregnant and needs a cot. It’s going to a good home and thankfully not the dump, but still I was unprepared for how sad I would feel. I never thought that I would be this attached to what is essentially a pile of wood and metal.
On the upside, I have two small children who are determined to keep me amused. I love them to my hearts (as the girl is fond of saying).
Technically
Ah yes, it’s one of my “technically terrible but very meaningful to me so I’m going to post it anyway” photos.
We had a rare and all too fleeting visit at the weekend from various sisters and their frankly gorgeous offspring. On Sunday morning, while his mum was having a peaceful shower (although thinking about it, her elder might have been with her so maybe not that peaceful) I introduced nephew D to the self-portrait facility on my phone. He was very taken (and yes, that is his finger you can see in the foreground, not mine). Somewhat unsurprisingly to all who know him, his cousin, the boy, decided to join in.
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Consideration
It is very important to consider your ice-cream, particularly where the next drip will be, before just diving in.
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Warmer
It must be summer now. We’re eating outside and there’s white wine and lager involved. The boy’s even taken his top off – he’s very ambitious when it comes to summer time.
Posted in The Boy, The Girl, The Husband
