Well, it was the last week of term before the Easter holidays and, on the last day, The Boy’s preschool suggested they might like to dress up. Never one to miss an opportunity to prat about, The Boy leapt at the offer and demanded we resurrect his robot costume from a previous Hallo’w’een. Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever walked to school with a small person in fancy dress, but it is quite the experience. Random strangers and fellow school-run-mums stopping to congratulate him and smile. In fact, so impressive was he that the laconic teenager we pass every morning, whose expression normally vacillates between “fuck the world” and “so bored I could just DIE” even cracked his face in a half smile at the sight.
The Boy lapped it all up like the attention-seeking magnet he is and had a whale of a time at preschool doing an Easter Egg hunt and various seasonal crafts. Apparently the Easter Bunny only comes for helpful children – I must remember to thank preschool for that one!
The Girl is becoming more and more of a toddler than a baby, climbing everything in sight, getting a better awareness of potties and what they’re for, chattering away, using her baby signing more and finally seeming to realise that food fills your tummy up and is not just for pushing round the tray until it falls on the floor. This means I’ve been able to get a less-beige range of foodstuffs into her – peas and sweetcorn are particular hits.
Took her to the breastfeeding support group I volunteer at, which she seems to enjoy, even though she has trouble differentiating between the dollies (used for demo-ing) and the newborns, though she’s equally keen on either. You can always tell the regular attendees because they make a grab for their plates of cake when they see her toddling over at high speed. We had a few newbies this week, though, which meant she got a fair bit of cake-shaped bootie!
Sis came to visit bearing gifts which The Boy was suitably grateful for, especially the chocolate bunny. He even agreed to leave it until Sunday – amazing! He and Auntie S curled up on the sofa together after preschool to watch a film, I think he might be sickening for the same godawful cough/cold that’s afflicted me this last week as he actually sat still for the whole thing and broke down into tears at the end.
I had a nice birthday, though could have done without being ill. Lots of chocolate for presents which i cannot complain at, especially since my all-time favourites (Charbonnel et Walker Champagne truffles) were included! I can, however, complain at the fact that the bleeding washing machine has died a death AGAIN. And, just to put the tin lid on everything, the fridge-freezer died at the same time. WTAF? So I now have a freezer-ful of meals and stock food (salmon bought on special offer, fruit from the allotment etc) to try and use up in the next few days. Bugger.
Last weekend we attended the Lambing at the Earth Trust which definitely deserves a post all of its own (it happens every year so make a note for 2017 even if you missed this year’s). I was going to stick a few photos in, but the computers says no, so I’ll try and get them processed for a Living Arrows post tomorrow.
Enjoy the Friday round-up? Please comment below and let me know – I always wonder if there is a genuine interest in someone else’s boring day to day life, or if I’m just writing this for future-me. I’m going to try and carry on either way, though, except when, like last week, life just gets totally manic.
Have a lovely Easter weekend!
PS – told you I wouldn’t get round to decorating those pesky eggs!