You know no one ever sung a song about a woman called Nicola? And how come there are loads of songs with women’s names in but none with men’s? Eh?!
The title is of course from The Beautiful South song which we were listening to in the car earlier. I like The Beautiful South but some of their songs are tricky to explain to two children who want to know what every new song they hear is about… And just because I know you love my little anecdotes I will share with you that for a long time I thought the band were just called ‘South’ and that radio DJs were just very enthusiastic about them 😆 You can file that story with the one about Spiderman (does whatever a spider can) and the one about When A Child is Born (array of hope) 😆 And if you like those check out this website which always makes me smile :).
We went to a soft play place to meet some of the EOFFs, one of whom had rung me earlier to check we would be there so was the only one I was sure would be attending. We arrived first but E was only a few minutes behind us. Davies and Scarlett get on very well with her two children T and L and although I’ve always liked E I’ve never really sat and just chatted to her. We were on our own for a good hour before Ali and Freya and another friend and her daughter arrived in which time the four children raced round together and E and I had a really nice chat. I’m very aware that I have a habit of mentally categorising people the first few times I meet them and then being a bit unmoving about changing that initial impression of them and subsequently finding myself surprised by new things I learn about them. Anyway, it was a good chat :).
The others arrived and we had some lunch. Scarlett had a bit of a moment about me refusing to buy coke. Not huge, not particularly loud or attention grabbing and fairly swiftly recovered from but a bit of an indication that she was delicate. I only realised today that she started swimming, Badgers and Rainbows all at the same time in January and went from having no activities to 3 a week which I possibly haven’t appreciated the hugeness of for a small child. She does have a very busy life too and I guess sometimes it just all gets a bit much for her. I think the 2 weeks off from it all might be a bit of a welcome break for her to recuperate a bit.
The leaving of the soft play was slightly staggered with us leaving second as we needed to get back for the dentist.
Dentist was fine for all of us – Davies has two adult teeth at the back aswell as the two front bottom ones which have replaced his first lost milk teeth, and his two front top teeth are wobbly. Scarlett was talked to about her dummy usage potentially affecting her adult teeth again and is once again thinking about trying to give up the dummies. Otherwise all was well.
At home we spent some time with the chickens who we’re letting have some free range time each day while we’re home. The two hens are really friendly, the cockerel is still pretty fiesty even when not caged. Davies and Scarlett spend some time in the garden and then it was time for tea before Rainbows for Tarly. She had decided she was ready to stay alone this week so I was planning to go for a walk while she was there. She made a huge fuss about going to her bedroom to get her uniform, which Davies eventually fetched (he has moments of the most amazing compassion, tenderness and love for her, usually right at the point when all my patience, compassion and tenderness has run out :oops:) and then wiped her tears off her cheek and touched her arm -bless!
Her and I walked round there and she realised she’d left the cuddly jaguar she’d wanted to bring for circletime behind at home. I rang Ady and he ran round to bring it to us and then she got all upset because she didn’t have a coat to hide them in while they were playing. Eventually she said ‘I think I’m going to cry Mumma and I don’t want you to go now’ so I ended up staying. This was a shame as it wasn’t really about me going but she’d built herself up into a state about various other things which meant she had nothing left to deal with me leaving. Or of course that she was senstive to the other things because of the prospect of me leaving? Ah well. They made jam tarts as the activity and she was fine and enjoyed it all. We’ve agreed we’ll try again for me to leave when she goes back after the holidays.
When we got home she got into the bath that Davies was already in and I dashed back out to get a few bits for dinner and also get some T shirts for Tarly. I realised today she had grown out of all her Tshirts and whilst snow forecast for this weekend means tshirts are perhaps not an emergency purchase I thought she should have some ready. It did occur to me that rather than putting away all her long sleeved tops which will also be outgrown by next winter I could cut the sleeves off some of the nicer ones and hem them to make t shirts so I might look at that tomorrow.
Ady is QVCing in the morning (9-10am show, he has 3 product lines) and my hours have been changed several time and I am now working in the morning and Dad is coming over to be with Davies and Scarlett.
hugs to Tarly for fragile state and to you for needing to deal with her fragile-ness.
Comment by Tbird Anni — 05 April 2008 @ 2:15 pm