.jpg)
Greetings to all my distant friends, family, aquaintences and to you!
I have just created this blog for the very first time and so please forgive any errors, omissions, typos and general naffness until I can get into the swing of things.
It is a glorious sunny and warm day, which is wholly unseasonable for a typical mid September day in blighty. I dutifully dispatched my chicks to school and nursery smothered in factor 40 sun block. My son is 5 and adores nature. This morning he found and leaf (an interesting one apparently) and insisted on giving it to his teacher. I could not gauge her reaction however as his 12 week old baby brother decided he wanted a feed and began to yell on the top of his teeny tiny lungs. His older sister (2yrs) who is forever in competition with her brothers began to join in the chorus with - "I want to get out (of the twin stroller) and run around the playground" with the other school children. I could feel the eyes of the other parents boring into my back whispering tuts in superior tones. Popping a bottle into the baby's mouth I glanced up at my daughter who was suddenly quiet and smiling shyly. It seems we had become surrounded by hordes of children who had clearly never seen a baby being fed before. Alas the magic of whispered ahh's and general good natured nudging was dispelled by the harsh commanding sound of the teacher's whistle. I feel true contentment when I watch my beautiful son bounding into the school with a happy innocent, expectant face and pray it will always be so.
Apparently it is world language day on the 26/09/2006 and I have to make/hire or buy a costume based on a traditional dutch boy, wooden clogs included. My son's class has been selected to study Holland. School teachers have these wonderful hairbrained ideas and then expect parents at short notice to magically produce everything and anything required from thin air. Then of course it has got to be de riguer in order to satisy the (over competitive) mothers who are either a whizz on the sewing machine or sufficiently loaded to jet over to said country for lunch and return with the appropriate items in time for dinner. Last term my son was chosen to be a wiggly worm (a character in the song "The Ugly Bug Ball"). My husband and I were suitably confounded and although we finally achieved a costume which pleased my son. None of the obligatory photographs taken at the school presentation will ever see the light of day! I will keep the video footage though, just to keep him grounded in the distant future. Hmm I am visualising my son in the Holland football strip wearing clogs!
My whirlwind dynamo of a daughter who is named after my favourite singer (I do not care if you think this is cheesy and no it is not Kylie, Britney or any type of fruit) will be 3yrs in October and she is obsessed with having a party with "candles and a big cake and everthing please?" This is fine and perfectly normal, but I have a dilemma. I am in the middle of redecorating and have begun stripping off the wall paper in the living room. Should I have the party at home and keep all her guests and family in the dinning room and perhaps ignore any requests to use the toilet? Or arrange something at a suitable (horrid samey) child friendly venue? My children have an amazing social life. They are unashamedly popular and our 'Simpson's' calendar is full of their social engagements (including the baby).
I am now signing off to view the delights awaiting me in my baby son's nappy and get back to the wall paper stripping. Project 'redecorating to sell the house and move to somewhere bigger' has begun and must run to time, to spec and on budget.........
And what is happening with you?
By happy and well,
Mrs C xxx
