I’m just mid conversation with Liz Fraser on twitter, about being a proud mum. She’s got her son learning long multiplication and I’ve sat with E today, learning “we”, “like”, “go” and “you” which apparently, are tricky with phonics, so we’ve got to basically learn them rote. I think. It’s usually R who does this with him, every day, after school. But I’m on parenting duty for 90 mins whilst Lovely Bloke is out – at “gym club”. Or that’s what E calls it. I’m working tonight as I’ve not seen much of the boys in the last week. She says, writing away on her laptop. Ahem.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that Parent Power is alive and well, and how grateful I am to Lovely Bloke for sitting down with E every night after school, helping him learn his word pot words. God willing W will adapt to this in September – right now he’s laid on the sofa, fluffing and giggling. And he just did a burp!!! Both ends. He thinks he’s the bee’s knees. I do too :)
1. E’s increasing vocabulary and ability to spell and write. I’m a proud mummy!!
2. That I only have as long as it takes the bacon to cook to write this list…
3. W still being the cutest thing I have ever known. Except when he is doing a wee &/or poo in his pants for no reason whatsoever. Why?
4. Birthday parties – we don’t have one this weekend. Sweet relief. Is it really cruel of us to host one for E soon? Inflicting parties on others – is it a crime?
5. My weight – I got down from 14 st 4 lbs. To 13t 10lbs at one point. Now I’m at 13st 13lbs. Do I really want to lose weight? She says now eating 4 pieces of rindless bacon after a bit of white bread. Like really? Surely if I wanted to this, I would be? Because I’m that kind of girl. When I make a decision about something, I make it happen. So I must not want to lose weight in my heart of hearts. Go figure…
6. How much money do people really need to live on? I want to work that out.
7. E going to sleep with a “cape” (a blanket) tied around his neck as best he can, a Thomas the Tank Engine cap on, and a green circular thing that used to be part of a stacking blocks game for babies. Now the latter is representative of Saturn. And means I had to go online today to work out where it was and what it looked like. Because I didn’t know. But I don’t want to forget how lovely E is, going to sleep like that, with his toys “attached” to coat hangers by their tail, mimicking the solar system, we think, from the curtain pole.
I wrote this blog last week, didn’t get chance to review it, and left it in drafts, so I’m putting it “live” now instead :)
Where did the day go? Lovely Bloke went to have his first go at the gym for 2012, with a personal trainer (his Christmas present) and the boys and I met him in the car park afterwards. W fell out of the car, demanded the buggy and then E had to be concertinered in to the bottom seat. Then shopping to get two birthday presents – and because I’m a good friend / bad buyer of presents they both got a top from the gap. Their mums will love me, but I suspect the children won’t be overly fussed. We watched a man play a guitar and a drum at the same time, and sing, and E was impressed so we gave him two gold coins – one from E, and one from W. Then it was into Blacks, to buy a top for Grandad, with me getting into an argument with a sttranger (really? Liz? you’re so agreeable with your fellow man!!!) followed by shin pads and red football socks for E (Go Roooooonnnneeeeeeyyyyy) and onto the basement of John Lewis where W threw the mother of all tantrums because they were sold out of lego men for £2 each and I wasn’t in the right mood to spend money on a lightning mcqueen for him. In the midst of coaxing him into an animal or a car, a lady from John Lewis decided she was tired of hearing him sobbing, saw he was carrying a sword and brought him and playmobil gladiator and said if he stopped shouting and crying he could have it. Instant result. God love her. I was just determined to not give in, so in theory I didn’t because W didn’t get the car he wanted, but he did get something cool. And I didn’t technically give it to him. But I’m sure that in there, there’s a parenting fail. What next? It’s only 4pm…
Here are my boys – the loveliest three boys in the whole world. And me. Not my best shot, but this is just perfect of them. I love my family so much x
Just in case I’ve not mentioned it enough times, I’m unwell. Properly, genuinely, not just under the weather poorly. Double ear infection, what would be tonsilitis if I had tonsils, so instead if pharalanygy thingy. In practise, it’s like having a cold, but every time I swallow (cue jokes, I know) it really hurts and my glands and ears hurt as well. Apparently, my left ear is special, and I’ve to take special care of it and the gunk that comes out of it, because it could become a burst eardrum and then, I will well and truly know about it.
So I’ve done it, I took to my bed. Repeatedly, and got up again, because I can’t lie down to get any sleep. And when I go back to my bed in the night, I find that E has gotten in with Lovely Bloke, so I can’t actually get back in there! But hey, I’m documenting the fact that I’m poorly enough to stop my work, kind of, and had to cancel a meeting with a client on Friday. That’s only the second time ever, in my self employment that I’ve had to cancel something for work. So I know I’m poorly.
I don’t really know why I’m documenting this, but I think I should, for some reason. And in 2012, I’m definitely going with my intuition, so I’ll leave it at thi. Here’s hoping that I get some sleep and feel better soon. Another 5 days of antibiotics 4 times a day and paracetamol and ibuprofen on a 2hr cycle…
This is self indulgent, but this morning is another thing I don’t want to forget. I’m on the sofa, and have been since 5am, with William. He is wide awake and wants me to play Lightning McQueen and Finn McMissile with him, whilst watching The Incredibles from the hard drive. So far, he’s “got the coughs” and if he feels anything like me – with snotty nose and sore throat, I think he probably deserves the flat lemonade that we’re both starting the day with. The funny thing is though, that I’m not to put the cup – “two hands, hold it with two hands!!!” – on the side near me.
It’s got to go on a side table at the other side of the room.
And every time he wants a slurp he’s out from under the blanket, lines up Lightning McQueen and Finn McMissile, trots over to the cup, picks it up, turns around to show me he’s using two hands, has a slurp and then comes back to the sofa, tucks everyone in and watches TV again for 5 minutes. Until we start the process again.
These are the bits of being a mummy that make it all worthwhile. I love him so much. And he’ll never know about my time sat on the sofa with him, will he? But at least I’ll have it in my memory and on this blog, when my memory fails me!!