Some Thoughts

Yesterday we had a play date with the most perfect family, another one! I know!
But it was cut short as T took her second tumble of the week and landed on the same knee and although its not broken it is busted.
Bloody Scooters

This is her this morning cleaning the wound.
That is a Liberty Print Lacoste Dress that was a gift from her uncles and P has one too. Super Cute.

It took a life time to get the plaster off and she was being a real woos about the whole thing but she cleaned it up herself and really impressed herself at her capabilities in the end.

So yesterday when it came to cleaning the knee she wouldn't let anyone near it and tried everything in her spell book to distract us. Anyway I lost it BIG TIME and administered first aid using the sink the kitchen table and finally the sofa where she yelled I hate you.
As the afternoon dragged on and I could see all the cracks in my parenting it pretty much worked out to be one of those days where everything is rubbish.
Thankfully G made dinner or that could have been the icing on the cake.

This last week or so I have walked round with a cloth bag from a shop that I am to fat to shop in, there was no first aid kit packed when I really needed it. I always thought I would be prepared with the most excellent stuff to make any situation better.

In fact the last time I saw the plasters was when they were all attached to the legs of the dinning room table after T asked me if she could have one for her bear and in fact couldn't control herself and opened them all. I suppose at the time I wasn't that bothered because I had bought them when she was born and we never really needed them.
That time has now changed and I feel like crap.
Because I feel disorganised.
I think about times I have felt rubbish as a teenager through till now and its because I have been unable to organise my self and then I have tripped up.

So I am having a bit of a mope which of course I know will do nothing so in about half an hour I will pull myself together. Grab the reins, saddle the horse get my gun what ever. Probably buy a really lovely expensive saddle bag to carry stuff and get on with it.

I took these of the poopster last week. she is learning body parts.

She is pushing four painful teeth at the moment and enjoying making noise about it.

I think that is enough talk of children for a while.

Yesterday marked one year until the London Olympics and I thought of writing a list and seeing how much I could achieve to change in my habits/daily living by the time I reach the opening ceremony. Eddie Izzard was on the radio this morning saying we could all achieve more this coming year.
He probably meant something a whole lot more than the route I will be taking but it's a thought anyway!

Off to get pen and paper
CM

T's Leaving Preschool

So we were invited by the preschool to take a look at her work and see the paper work that will follow her on to her next school, something I can follow up with at a later date. I was looking at some photos from around that time and I came across these that brought back nice memories and of course were long before P was ever on the scene.

Such a busy girl and she would take Bear with her everywhere. I used to have to remove the beads after she went to sleep and actually those are only a fraction of what she would put on, take off, put on, take off, put on again and always in the same order, weird.

These are of her first day and of her peg. Look at the state of our front door.

I remember taking these of when we picked her up she was shattered! I think she only did a half day.

Anyway, I am so sorry to see her leave I think that she has had the most wonderful experience and whats more the care and the way she has been treated is deep rooted in her behavior. Apart from the occasional bit of back chat (that did not stem from school I am sure) I couldn't ask for anyone more perfect to share my life.

She is completely oblivious to all of this of course and just sees it as the next stage of growing up. I must be careful not to show too much emotion or let any of my fears or tears infiltrate her mind.

I was expecting to cry my eyes out next Wednesday when she finishes but after our meeting today I felt a lot more positive seeing the other children and their families all ready for the next stage.

I say all this now but I know myself I am a big sack of emotions and I hate saying good bye, I always say see you next week and pretend its not over.

I am going to be a wreck
CM

Infant School Selection Pot Luck Challenge

Swimming

Home Economics

Problem Solving

Voodoo

Construction

Circus Performance

Maths

Italian

All these pics were taken a while ago, all her development at home and generally hanging out.

Yesterday we were notified of her new infant school for this Sept, we were unsuccessful in our preference. The local school where she was to form firm friendships and bonds with all the local kids who we have not really had a chance to meet yet, is full at 550 meters and we live at 730 meters. So we have been allocated a school over 2000 meters away and if we use public transport to get there its an hour and a half journey and I am just not willing to put her through it and then expect her to do a full day in the classroom and repeat the journey home.
What were they bloody thinking!!

Can you see she is all alone in the photos.

I am devastated for her as all Easter holiday she has been asking me for play dates and we just don't know that many people. We go to a brilliant preschool, but all her chums are scattered as it is located in the city center.  It was now to be her turn to have friends for tea and have the Charlie and Lola childhood that I had hoped for.


Last night as I went to bed and thought of all the stuff that is supposed to happen

Getting the uniform and the photo outside the house
Running in the playground when its frosty
Making Christmas decorations that I keep for ever
Walking with all the other children and saying goodbye at the gate

Just have to work hard at coming up with a plan Stan.
It will be a long summer.

In the mean time, happy news.
Happy Birthday Adam, Happy Birthday Roar.
Welcome to 30!!

I also have a rash under my arms. itchy.
Who's watching the wedding tomorrow?
CM