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Thursday, 30 July 2009
Wednesday, 29 July 2009
I'm not adverse to a bit of rain but today in Weston-super-Mare (and many other places across this green land, I suspect), there has been no let-up and this morning a mini-tornado passed over the Bristol Channel. Oh, good, let's stay all cosy and dry indoors then.
We finally climbed out of our jim-jams around midday although I now think we should have left them on. TV girl watched some CBeebies, I did some social networking, we played dance music on my new-to-me sound system (fabulous sound, massive speakers) and danced, we lounged about in my bed with books and the telly, she did some gluing, cutting and sticking, I cooked dinner: we've eaten our way through Wednesday.
Every evening after story time - she's totally hooked on The Gruffalo and we've read nothing else since I bought it last week - we play back the day.
"What did you do today?" I asked.
"I go to pre-school."
"Nooooo, it's the holidays."
"I go to the park?" Try again.
"I go to the woods?"
A smile crosses her pretty face: a revelation.
"I have spaghetti bolognese."
"Yes, you did."
And that's about it. 'It was very tasty, Mummy,' she forgot to say.
Monday, 27 July 2009
When, last year, I replaced Comfy-Shoed Girl's first ever pair of Crocs (light blue) with the red ones, I decided that I would take the tortoise Jibbitz off them to switch over to her new pair. But the tortoise had disappeared. GONE! It was there the day before. And the week before, month before, year before!!
Saturday, 25 July 2009
Friday, 24 July 2009
Thursday, 23 July 2009
Wednesday, 22 July 2009
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
Lestie woke up with a scream about an hour and 40 minutes later (manic clowns, I wonder?) and was perplexed to find me up and already in the front room. When she could focus, I put Milkshake on for her and she sat quietly for a while. Some time later, Bop Box came on, whereby a couple of the Milshake presenters have a bit of a boogie and a sing-song. By this time, I'd been up for 3 hours and could partake in a bit of hip-wiggling to 'The Kingston Swing - turn right around with style and ting'. It was fine the first time but then:
"Bop Box! I want Bop Box again."
I know I didn't have to do this but I rewound it and gave Voyeur Girl another Mummy Dancing Treat - the last time I danced at that hour of the morning, I'd probably been going all night!
Monday, 20 July 2009
Friday, 17 July 2009
So, all I can say is thank God for Grandparents!! My Dad picked up Boundless Energy Girl from pre-school at mid-day and she stayed, played and slept at Nanny and Dandy-DanDad's house until this morning, while I snoozed the day away and watched some crap on the telly.
I still feel rubbish but ....
Thanks Dad x
My latest Weston Mercury Blog about the Music and Dance Festival at Grove Park last week:
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
When My Girl is at pre-school (three mornings per week, two and a half hours per session), I'm always trying to get something done: write, swim, shop for food and much, much less frequently, do some housework. Today I popped to Tesco Express to buy a baguette for my bacon sandwich, so I could sit down with a milky, sugary coffee and read the newspaper that I also picked up from there. I chose The Sun (Julie Burchill is BACK), so you'd have thought I could have got past page 23, wouldn't you? Well, actually I did because I flicked about for Mystic Meg ("Clever Mercury merges with the sun so you think faster and get your life moving" !!!) but I don't even allow myself time to read this most simple of journalism.
Did I tell you that I'm in a book club with some other local mums? Well, I've only managed to finish one of the three books so far (I'm still reading the one that was discussed two weeks ago!).
So, this is just a whinge really and a chance to ask .... where does the time go?
Monday, 13 July 2009
Time to get dressed for pre-school. OK, we have to be there in 15 minutes but look, I've got all your clothes ready, ironed and everything. All you have to do, little girl, is put them on.
"I want black tights on."
"No, Celeste. Wear these please."
"No, I want black tights."
"It's July. You can't wear tights." Like that means anything to a 3 year old.
"No, I want black tights."
"It's too hot for tights. Put this on now please."
"Look, you can put the tights on when you get home. Get dressed now please or no pre-school." Over her head, rip goes the PINK top, to the bedroom on the chill-out chair goes the crying toddler.
4 minutes and a hug later, I wipe the snotty and inexplicably dirty face. We're friends again. What's more, she's soon dressed and ready to go to Funny Bunnies.
Three hours on, we're back home and guess what she's wearing...?
Sunday, 12 July 2009
"Mummy, Give me some red beans?" Her.
"Please could I have some red beans, Mummy!" Me.
I pass her a small bowl of raw red lentils and some green ones for good measure. Oh, a few unsoaked, unboiled butter beans. These she places into a couple of the chocolate-shaped holes, all of which have already been painted gluey-blue.
"Now. I put them on my table and wait them to grow to biscuits."
"They grow to biscuits."
She sits patiently watching and waiting for her blue-painted lentil biscuits to start sprouting. And waiting. And watching. Ah, at least it's keeping her quiet.
"Sit on the rocking chair, Mummy. And watch."
I try to get out of this but she persists, her voice rising to a screech.
"Watch wif me, Mummy."
I sit down opposite her and we both stare at the mess, willing the Miracle.
"Come on." She shouts at the lentil mixture.
Yes! Come on: it's like watching bloody paint dry!
Friday, 10 July 2009
We checked out Nathan the Blacksmith's place (OMG! He's like something out a historical romantic novel, sigh....). Unfortunately we couldn't see The Man Himself although we could hear him beating his wrought iron.
And now it's a cup of tea, chocolate (I'm addicted to Mint Aero at the mo) and CBeebies time. I'm sighing again but, this time, for completely different reasons.
Nathan the Blacksmiths' from Behind
The Witches House @ The Quarry
The 'Secret Garden' @ Weston Woods (Queen's Road Entrance)
Peek-a-Boo, I See You
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
And, by the way, here's my latest Weston Mercury blog post about our visit to Chris' allotment last week, when it was still sunny: http://www.thewestonmercury.co.uk/cs/blogs/weston-super-mum/archive/2009/07/07/1748821.aspx
Monday, 6 July 2009
The fabulous Chris and Pui are back on Cbeebies. OK, we still have to put up with the dull-as-dishwater Cerrie and Alex (no chemistry, 6 months on) but at least we get to watch C&P in their new programme Show Me, Show Me twice a day (10am and 1:30pm). Actually, we've got it on a bit of a loop here at the moment because when it finished at 2pm, TV Girl got really upset (it's not just me who thinks these two are The Best):
"I want Show Me, Show Me. I want Show Me, Show Me." Whinge, whinge.
So, I rewound it and she's actually sitting there smiling at the telly. Music and dancing, campery, dressing up, flowers, numbers and Teddington. Smashing!
We love Chris and Pui, we love Chris and Pui, we love Chris and ....
Sunday, 5 July 2009
Chris' Allotment (The Plot) - Digging for Spuds
Feeding the Chickens @ The Plot
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The listings state that 3 Odeon Kids films are on this morning and that they all started between 90 and 50 minutes ago. The last one to begin was Bedtime Stories and it's still only half way through. Perfect! Yeah, let's go and see Bedtime Stories!
What? Why would you want to see a film that you'd already missed half of?
Well, because there's no way that my very, very-nearly three year old daughter could ever do a whole film! I mean, she can manage 20 minutes of Justin and Mr Tumble on CBeebies but that's about her record. At least this way, if I can stretch it out, I get to 'take the weight off' for half hour and maybe even see the end of the movie, whereas, if we go at the beginning, I'm always left wondering how it finished up. I'll fill in the bits that I've missed. It's an Adam Sandler film: how hard can it be? And it only costs a quid! That's a steal for a midday rest, don't you think?
"Ooh, it's dark. It's dark. It's very dark."
Straight to the front. I calculate that there are around 10 people scattered about the cinema. We take a chair each. 1 minute; Fidget Girl is still watching. 2 minutes; still watching. 3 minutes ... and she's off, test driving every single pull-down seat in the front row, where, incidentally, no-one else is parked. I let her get on with it, she's not bothering anyone. She gets her leg stuck, I go to pull her out. She stares at a little boy behind her, he pokes his tongue out at her. She makes her way back to where I'm sitting, she climbs onto my lap for a cuddle and we watch the action together, all snug.
She wants to go the loo. It's a false alarm.
"Where's the big film gone?" she asks.
We return to catch the end of the movie, in which a small mob are trying to prevent their fabulous school from having an evil hotel built on it. "Save our School" the mob shouts. "Say a Scold" Random Girl shouts, over and again, fist in the air, emulating the mob on screen.
They save the school, Adam Sandler gets the girl and the baddies get their just desserts.
And do you know what? It's really rather good!
Friday, 3 July 2009
Whatever label you choose, the truth is that, instead of entertaining you with tales of the madness of child-rearing, which most of you probably share/have shared/will share (oh, I've scared some of you now - byeee), I'm posting the link to my latest Weston Mercury Blog entry. Fresh and Live:
I've had a really lovely day today though. Hope you have too