Yesterday I got out our advent calendars, in preparation for this morning. We have two - one is a fabric/felt Christmas tree with little numbered pockets, from which each day a decoration is taken to hang upon said fabric/felt tree, and the other is a cardboard, fold out stable design, with slots for all the different Nativity characters to be slotted into one day at a time. Last year the kids would take turns, alternating between the two designs, but yesterday Joe decided that all the characters for the card calendar had to be put in straight away, and it didn't seem worth arguing over, so we now have a completed Nativity scene.
Last week, school called me to let me know that Joe's case has been looked at and a behaviour specialist will be coming to do some proper observations of him. I feel relieved that things are moving along, but it's still frustrating waiting, and also not knowing what the outcome might be. We had a particularly fraught bedtime last night so I dug out my old copy of Beyond Toddlerdom and as I was flicking through it, actually started to wonder if he might be just a little bit ADD - some of the characteristics listed did sound remarkably like him. Oh dear, this post has gone off on a tangent, this wasn't at all what I was going to write about!
What I was going to write was that I've been tagged for a meme by emzeegee and the hungry three, who makes the most amazing cakes and also writes a superbly witty blog. Apparently, these questions appear in The Age (which I'm assuming must be an Aussie newspaper), but there are almost 30 questions and I don't think my brain can work that hard, so I'm going to cheat and just pick out a few!
My first relationship was... with my husband! I did go out with one other boy when I was 15 but it only lasted 4 weeks so it doesn't count! I met Peter when we were both 17 through some mutual school friends and we got together a couple of weeks later at a school disco. I think I knew straight away that he was the one - too slushy for words, I know, but true.
The last big belly laugh I had was... at the girly get together the other weekend. We were at a friends house and, after we had eaten, the girl hosting the party demonstrated a game where you put an after eight mint on your forehead and then try to get it into your mouth without using your hands. She then proceeded to raise her eyebrows up and down, wrinkle her nose and generally pull the most ridiculous faces while the after eight gradually slid down her face, leaving an attractive trail of chocolate behind. I haven't laughed so much in years although actually, it was not so much a belly laugh, more hysterical giggles, laughing so hard that I could barely breath, let alone speak.
At the moment I'm reading..The Wizard of Oz, believe it or not! I read my mums childhood copy when I was a child, but the other day when I was in WH Smiths buying some books, they had an offer of various childrens classics for just £1 so I picked it up. I've only just started reading it again, so can't really say yet if it is as I remember it, but I'm hoping that Joe might want to listen to it as well.
At home I cook... as little as possible! I do the kids' dinners and the occasional roast or bolognese but, generally, Peter is the cook of the household. Except for cakes of course - I am the dessert chef!
Ok, that's it for now. It's really cold again today and my fingers are beginning to sieze up. I think I need to go and make some cakes to help me warm up!
R x
