Rumbled

Oscar to daddy: Mummy said Bloody 'ell yesterday.

Next sentence:
Oscar to daddy: Mummy said Bloodycar.

Whooopsy

Eating poo won't kill her, will it??

Oh God. It happened.

We had a lovely day at the airport today, photos to follow. When we got back, they were both exhausted, so I changed Jasmine's nappy and plonked her down in her cot, without trousers as it has been so hot.

Baaaaaaad Decision.

I was happily polishing my halo, doing some physics in the garden when I heard a huge shout from Span. Now, that man can yell, but I could tell something was up. Then I heard Jas screaming so rushed upstairs to find her being showered by Span, whilst still in her top.

On looking at the devastation in her cot, I can only guess that she pulled her nappy off, before producing, and then promptly smearing it wherever she could. We think the tears occured when she had it on her hands had put the in her mouth

There was shit on her, her sheet, her cot, her Dipsy and all over her top. Ironically enough, the only turd on her nappy was on one elastic. Probably because it just got in the way.

A quick bath and shower later, she finally went to sleep, a lot calmer and has been a little subdued all afternoon, not to mention stroppy and overtired this evening!

She ate well this evening, so we only assume she is OK, but what a shocker. I have learnt my lesson and will put some kind of attire over her nappy in future!

Charger has been found

I thought that the fact that my mum hadn't mentioned that I'd left the charger behind, that it wasn't there. But it was.

Either mum told me, and I completely didn't listen (highly possible) or she hasn't actually told me (she says she has and again, highly possible!)

As it turns out, we left it behind the last time we stayed, I think they sent it back, and I promptly left it behind again! The words memory and sieve come to mind!!

I seem to be adding many more "Silly moments" tags at the moment. I hope it is just a coincidence!

Not too overhung

Which is fantastic. I am SO glad that I managed to avoid getting too ill! I downed 2 pints of water before I went to bed, so hopefully that helped.

The benefit of no hangover was that we have been to get the children some bikes. It was a lot easier than we thought to find them. We got them at Decathlon, and Jas's was under £20. Pics will obviously follow, but not yet. We had to put the bikes together, and despite my severe short patience I did it relatively quickly.

Jas had a Heeyuge tantrum in the shop because I took the football away to be paid for. Oh. My. God. She screamed ALL the way home. Needless to say, she is now asleep.

At one point, she was making a fuss, so I went through the exit doors and waited for her to come. Unfortunately, she didn't and the automatic doors shut. But, because she is so little she didn't set the sensors off to open the door again! So, she was crying one side of the door, and I was standing relatively helplessly on the other. I didn't want to leave in case she went into further meltdown!

Thankfully, Decathlon was busy, so someone soon came out and activated the doors! Failing that I would have got someone to go round to set them open. And Jas was so distraught anyway, she didn't panic. So, once the children wake, we'll take them for a little ride on their new toys. :)

Recent Photos

I thought it was time to add a few recent photos to the blog. I've just been taking random photos of the children, mostly and although I'm not entirely happy with them (the colours don't look right, to me. The flash makes everything pale, but without it, it is blurry) I think the children look gorgeous (biased? moi?)

So, here they are...

Jas came into the living room sucking on this Purple Sprouting Broccoli. Sadly I didn't get a brilliant shot of it, but I was so impressed, as it is a strong flavour. She tried asparagus yesterday and loved it, too. Oscar on the other hand is a fussy wotnot.
Oz laughing at me playing a game that Jas has invented called "night night"
Oz got in the cot with her. She wasn't as bothered as she looks in this photo.
What ya doing mum?
Nice pic of the boy

Jas's hair went straight for a day, as it had been up. Unfortunately she was getting over a bug that day, so wasn't looking her best.
Watching something on the PC
Ready for your close up??
Cheesorama
Jas found her hat and scarf

At Ben's birthday party, a couple of weeks ago.
At the airport. It was effing freezing... for a change

She looked like a smurf

First reserve - Nothing changes!! aka A tale of great woe

So, today, when the postman arrived a special letter arrived (for us) I opened it and I first devastation hit, but then.... wait.... a little blind optimism thrown in, just to keep me on my toes...

Before I tell you what was in the letter, I feel the need to tell you a story!

When I was 10, I applied to attend Private School. This meant, if I got in, I had to leave my primary (middle) school a year earlier than everyone else. This was because I was educated within the London Borough of Harrow, where High School starts at "rising 13" now known as Year 8, a year later than most LEAs. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three-tier_education is the link that best describes it.

Before I had found out whether I had got through, the schoool announced the annual school trip. Because I wasn't at this stage, in my final year, I was not able to be automatically given a place, but had to sit through a "pulling out of a hat" assembly to see who from the "second to last year" would be given a space on the 5 day holiday.

So, predicatably enough, to my serious dissappointment, I came out 3rd reserve. I don't think I cried more than I did between that day and the school leaving on the school trip. My misery was compounded by the fact that over the course of the next 4 months, not only did I get the place at Private School, but also, 2 children dropped out of the trip, making me first reserve.

Never have I wished illness on anyone more than I did that last week. I had been reassured by various teachers that on several occasions people were offered places at the last minute, but alas, not me. So I cried more.

So, instead of staying in some crummy hostel in North Wales visitng such delights as Bedgelert, Snowdon and slate mines, I went on day trips to London instead (except the first day there were tube strikes so we played sports in the local park... nice) I had a nice time, I have to be honest, but it wasnt the same. And the following year, I was relatively happily esconced at my new school so clearly not able to go!

I don't think I have ever really got over it. Obviously, it hasn't been the end of the world, and I have been to some great places, including North Wales, but I tell you, i was the first to get my letter in about going to Holland with my new school 2 years later! Definitely no homesickness for me.

So, why tell this tale of woe?

Today's letter was about a Nursery Place for Oscar. You can guess what place he got? Yep, we are FIRST on the waiting list.

In actual fact, this particular nursery is apparently the best (I'm yet to visit) but I chose it because it offers full time places. We will get a place at our local school, but as they only offer part time, it would have implications to our costs next year.

So, reassure me people..... will Os get a space?

Rickrolled?

Have you been rickrolled yet? Well, I've been done twice now, the cheeky feckers.

Its a horrible windows program that is a absolute sod to close down. It is SO annoying that I am not even going to post the damn thing here. It isn't that serious, but very annoying, especially as Span just laughed as the Rick music just started up!

Span used to move in famous circles

He will kill me for this, but while googling himself, he found this

http://www.ormskirkmemories.merseyblogs.co.uk/2008/01/1983_rainford_kids_streets_hea.html

He never told me about meeting Ken. I knew he had been on TV (We have the video) but that was it.

He he

He he! Jas fell over (but all is well!)

Jas and Oscar were sitting beautifully together, so I thought I would get it on video.

Then Jas ran out of mash and demanded more, had a teeny tantrum, and then the following happened.



Please note, she is absolutely fine, bar a fetching carpet bruise (her second of the day) on her forehead.

She'll not thank me for this video, will she.

Obligatory Earthquake Post

I felt it, but didn't realise until this morning.

Just before 1am I awoke from a dream. It was a relief, but I can't remember now what the dream was about!

Anyway, I was SURE that Oscar had got out of bed, and was poking Jas in the eye. This is a regular occurence, but not at 1am. In my half awake state I shouted at him to go back to bed, then realise that he wasn't actually there.

Then I convinced myself that we had a burglar and I was going to go down in the morning and find the house ransacked.

I was not bothered too much as I went straight back to sleep. Denial should be my middle name!

I was listening to Radiofive this morning and was gutted to have missed it, until I put the two events together and realised what I had felt!

5 years ago, I felt the earthquake that hit Manchester. I was fucking terrified as I was 7 floor up, near old windows which shock like crazy. It took me ages to get over it! Lets hope there aren't too many aftershocks.

Some slightly more random pictures

This is my new bag. It is actually purple, but the light was crap when I took the pic. I heart this bag, very much and it wasn't too pricey either, at £12.75 from Paperchase.



This is a photo of a Sudoku I did while in labour, nearly 15 months ago. I was woken at 12.45 by a contraction. I decided that I should time contractions, but to take my mind off it, I decided to do a puzzle while I waited. The puzzle was in a booklet from the Guardian. The puzzles were fecking hard, but I could just about cope with one of these. I took a photo of it yesterday, as I was having a clearout and wanted to throw the thing away.

As you can tell, my writing got worse as the contractions got closer together. I have to admit that the writing was partly bad because I was lying down and couldn't face moving.

Soon after this, I gave up, went for a bath and then woke up Span saying that I thought that it was it, Jas arrived 11.17am.

I told you it was random!

Label laughs

So, our new labels for the children's clothes arrived today. I was so excited. They are iron on, so supposedly no sewing for me. Not that I mind, it just takes FOREVER!

So, anyway. I thought I would do Oscar's coat, ready for nursery tommorow. WHAT A DISASTER. I put it on the wrong bit and so in 20 secs I managed to melt the material AND damage the iron. Span had to clean all the crap off, so he can iron his shirt next time.

Can you tell I don't iron?

Then, I asked him to do the children's clothes for tomorrow. I was expecting him to do just the trousers and tops for Os, but he did the lot, including socks and tights. How funny. I had to explain that it is proably cheaper just to buy a new pair of socks....

Its a good job I ordered 144 for each child.