There may be some gaps in my blog coming up.
Firstly, we are going on holiday, taking darling father along.
Secondly, I've just changed my tablets again, so it is once more into the great unknown.
Thirdly, our computer is more creaky than ever. It may totter off into the computer heaven it so much deserves, it has been a marvellous work horse. It is usually switched on when I get up, which is rarely that late as little bear has a very reliable alarm nappy. It is switched off (if it deigns to switch off) when the last one goes to bed - sometimes as late as midnight. I consider it the hardest working item in the house - including me but not including dear heart who works very hard.
I was really not planning a new computer before Christmas, but it looks like we will have to bring it forward. It freezes, it stages go slows, it refuses to turn off, it is just elderly. I can't remember exactly how old it is, but we have had the cheque for the 'get your money back if you remember where you put the piece of paper after three years' deal, and I think we got that before little bear was born.
It does seem a bit sad. We have creaky old evil cat, we have a creaky old computer, I am not feeling too spry myself. Fortunately little bear is all young and energetic and darling father, although 78, is very young at heart.
Monday, 7 September 2009
Not stopping the shopping
I bought yet another knitting book, which I really do not need. It's called Anticraft.
It has a pattern for a crocheted cat o' nine tails.
I need to get some sort of control over this. However there is a recipe for black beans with peach chunks and cajun sauce which I may post on here, and that looks like it may make it to the saucepan, so it isn't a complete loss.
I am going to have to learn to crochet.
It has a pattern for a crocheted cat o' nine tails.
I need to get some sort of control over this. However there is a recipe for black beans with peach chunks and cajun sauce which I may post on here, and that looks like it may make it to the saucepan, so it isn't a complete loss.
I am going to have to learn to crochet.
Shopping!
I have had a very satisfying morning. We will be going on holiday soon, which I am so looking forward to! And of course there will be a grocery delivery as we are self catering - Mr T, as Mr S doesn't cover the area.
This morning I happily updated the delivery due this week, the next delivery after that to here and the delivery to the holiday cottage. It felt so satisfying.
However I am now somewhat in a whirl, as I am trying to remember which item I have put on which list. Did I remember nappies? Did I remember darling father's whisky, on the right order?
Of course, we live in an urban area, with useful local shops and are holidaying in market town with a cottage quite near the centre, so we are not exactly going to Mars. Nappies will be available no matter where we are.
This morning I happily updated the delivery due this week, the next delivery after that to here and the delivery to the holiday cottage. It felt so satisfying.
However I am now somewhat in a whirl, as I am trying to remember which item I have put on which list. Did I remember nappies? Did I remember darling father's whisky, on the right order?
Of course, we live in an urban area, with useful local shops and are holidaying in market town with a cottage quite near the centre, so we are not exactly going to Mars. Nappies will be available no matter where we are.
I have no chance
Little bear is far too quick for me already.
On the way back from his party he was clutching the party bag. We got tangled up in the traffic for a football match, and we were stationary for some time. I looked back and little bear was happy clutching his panda and tucking in to a (fairly small) bar of chocolate.
"What have you got in your hand?" I asked.
"Pandy," he said, in a 'stating the bleeding obvious' sort of way.
I don't have a chance.
On the way back from his party he was clutching the party bag. We got tangled up in the traffic for a football match, and we were stationary for some time. I looked back and little bear was happy clutching his panda and tucking in to a (fairly small) bar of chocolate.
"What have you got in your hand?" I asked.
"Pandy," he said, in a 'stating the bleeding obvious' sort of way.
I don't have a chance.
Little bear has been to a party
I am so proud of little bear, of course. One of the things I am proud of is his placid nature. Now, this may not sit well with my descriptions of wild chases to get him to a napping position, but he is a very placid child. He doesn't get upset by new things, he just weighs it all up and then acts how he wants. He doesn't do stress, and I have no idea where he got that from.
The soft play party we went to on Saturday was a case in point. Little bear was so much at ease with all the strangers round, and then he saw the play area - I didn't get a chance, he was off! A lot of the things there he hadn't seen before, like a ball pool and a huge slide, at least twenty feet high, with lots of bumps on the way down. There were strange arrangements of holes and crawl ways and tunnels, all carefully enclosed with nets etc. There were trampolines. In the middle of all the kids, there was little bear, clutching his toy panda.
At one point he came hurtling back and had some juice, then just waved casually to us and was back to the trampolines.
I think the highlight for me was my not yet three year old son, coming down a huge slide that he had never seen before, with a huge grin on his face, using his panda as a cushion.
The soft play party we went to on Saturday was a case in point. Little bear was so much at ease with all the strangers round, and then he saw the play area - I didn't get a chance, he was off! A lot of the things there he hadn't seen before, like a ball pool and a huge slide, at least twenty feet high, with lots of bumps on the way down. There were strange arrangements of holes and crawl ways and tunnels, all carefully enclosed with nets etc. There were trampolines. In the middle of all the kids, there was little bear, clutching his toy panda.
At one point he came hurtling back and had some juice, then just waved casually to us and was back to the trampolines.
I think the highlight for me was my not yet three year old son, coming down a huge slide that he had never seen before, with a huge grin on his face, using his panda as a cushion.
Tuesday, 1 September 2009
Tired little bear
Little bear has been green nosed again. I am resigned to this being the state of things until he is around eight or nine. It has left him needing naps.
Little bear has reached a wonderful age where he really does need a nap, but doesn't want to have a nap. Last week was a case in point. He was ricocheting round the living room, rolling around horizontally and generally giving all the signs of acute nap deprivation. So up we go to the bedroom, change the nappy, cuddle, then I go to the loo. When I come out he is desperately begging for a drink 'dink! dink!'. So down we come.
He has two sips of juice and then is once again hurtling round. I try some fruit in case he is hungry (he ignores it, of course) and then I fight him upstairs, twice in the spare room, drag him off the curtains (who else has jam on their bedroom curtains?) round the bathroom and finally into his room. Blessed peace reigns...
...for fifteen minutes, when he wakes disconsolate. For some reason he is sitting on the side of the bed with a sock over his hand, absolutely distraught. So he has an industrial sized cuddle and comes downstairs, lots of fuss and a little more juice before he is trying to brain me with a stuffed ladybird. So once again the epic performance of upstairs, drag him off evil cat, drag him off the curtains, nearly have kittens as he plays silly sausage on the top of the stairs and finally he is in his room and exhausted. Peace once again reigns...
...for twenty minutes this time. Once again he is beside himself with woe - sitting on the edge of his bed with a sock on his hand. I have no idea why. But another industrial sized cuddle follows, with another trip downstairs (each trip up or down stairs is accompanied by at least three stuffed toys) and this time a finger of fudge before back upstairs - even he is too exhausted to put up much resistance, I scour the room for socks and confiscate them and he finally naps for three hours.
He may be getting the naps, but I fervently believe it is me that needs them more!
Little bear has reached a wonderful age where he really does need a nap, but doesn't want to have a nap. Last week was a case in point. He was ricocheting round the living room, rolling around horizontally and generally giving all the signs of acute nap deprivation. So up we go to the bedroom, change the nappy, cuddle, then I go to the loo. When I come out he is desperately begging for a drink 'dink! dink!'. So down we come.
He has two sips of juice and then is once again hurtling round. I try some fruit in case he is hungry (he ignores it, of course) and then I fight him upstairs, twice in the spare room, drag him off the curtains (who else has jam on their bedroom curtains?) round the bathroom and finally into his room. Blessed peace reigns...
...for fifteen minutes, when he wakes disconsolate. For some reason he is sitting on the side of the bed with a sock over his hand, absolutely distraught. So he has an industrial sized cuddle and comes downstairs, lots of fuss and a little more juice before he is trying to brain me with a stuffed ladybird. So once again the epic performance of upstairs, drag him off evil cat, drag him off the curtains, nearly have kittens as he plays silly sausage on the top of the stairs and finally he is in his room and exhausted. Peace once again reigns...
...for twenty minutes this time. Once again he is beside himself with woe - sitting on the edge of his bed with a sock on his hand. I have no idea why. But another industrial sized cuddle follows, with another trip downstairs (each trip up or down stairs is accompanied by at least three stuffed toys) and this time a finger of fudge before back upstairs - even he is too exhausted to put up much resistance, I scour the room for socks and confiscate them and he finally naps for three hours.
He may be getting the naps, but I fervently believe it is me that needs them more!
Uninvited guest
We have a mouse.
This is not an unexpected event. After all, on the row backing on to us three out of the four houses are empty. That Landlord's properties are in a gross state of disrepair. We live near a few patches of wasteland. And Her Three Doors Down is over-run with them. Much as I loathe Her Three Doors Down, I can't blame her - she has an empty house at the back of her and a walled up property to one side, and her house keeping is of a far higher standard than mine.
So Saturday night was spent intermittently being woken by an elusive rustling. I was not impressed.
I could rely on evil cat to pounce, but my reliance on her is not strong. She is elderly, creaky and although in remarkable fettle for her age, she is not as nimble as she used to be. Also I am not sure she has ever actually seen a mouse. I am not sure how she would react to a mouse. I suspect that the instincts are there, but not so sure about actual finish.
When we get the first cold snap I expect to be over-run so I shall be going out and buying (what an excuse) some plastic boxes (inexpensive Matalan own brand) and packing up the existing boxes with other vulnerable items.
I am also considering rehousing an older cat. Company for evil cat and perhaps a dedicated mouser. Hmm.
This is not an unexpected event. After all, on the row backing on to us three out of the four houses are empty. That Landlord's properties are in a gross state of disrepair. We live near a few patches of wasteland. And Her Three Doors Down is over-run with them. Much as I loathe Her Three Doors Down, I can't blame her - she has an empty house at the back of her and a walled up property to one side, and her house keeping is of a far higher standard than mine.
So Saturday night was spent intermittently being woken by an elusive rustling. I was not impressed.
I could rely on evil cat to pounce, but my reliance on her is not strong. She is elderly, creaky and although in remarkable fettle for her age, she is not as nimble as she used to be. Also I am not sure she has ever actually seen a mouse. I am not sure how she would react to a mouse. I suspect that the instincts are there, but not so sure about actual finish.
When we get the first cold snap I expect to be over-run so I shall be going out and buying (what an excuse) some plastic boxes (inexpensive Matalan own brand) and packing up the existing boxes with other vulnerable items.
I am also considering rehousing an older cat. Company for evil cat and perhaps a dedicated mouser. Hmm.
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