Super Dad

I’m starting to realise just how much i under-appreciate Max really. He has been great again today. I got to lie in, then i got to lie on the bed again having a sulk for a while, i got cups of tea/hot chocolate/lunch without asking, he went shopping, he offered to let me sit in my room all day and read, he did a fabulous Halloween party for everyone tonight, carved a pumpkin with the girls, cleaned the kitchen and generally was a bit wonderful. I do KNOW he is wonderful but he is really going to town at the moment.

I think between us we managed to be mildly educational too – certainly the pumpkin was great, plus the girls drew pictures of it, we have saved the seeds to grow this year. While Max, Amelie and Moo were shopping, Fran and i read one of our Sonlight books “The Thanksgiving Story” and talked a bit about that. I love the early American history era and really want to learn more, so a few Sonlight books seemed like a good opportunity to start and the Thanksgiving one just fitted the season, moreorless. Then we looked briefly at this Thanksgiving site and talked about how it must have been to spend so long on the Mayflower, before fitting the whole thing into the scheme of what she knows about history. (I MUST do a Book of Centuries) Just to finish off, we got out the Draw Write Now set and used the harvest and pilgrim sections for a while. Fran did a great job actually, her ability to copy the instructions is coming on nicely. I was faintly amused by her decision to colour the pilgrims in bright colours though, cerise tops and gold trousers!!! She also drew a great cactus.

Last week i made some salt dough halloween stuff and today they decorated them. After the soggy poster painted versions of last week we used felt tips and that worked pretty well, Fran did a very autumnal set, quite well thought out and consistant for her.

Maddy has taken a profound interest in car insurance and is asking all about it (ad nauseum) and i think i have worked out what is up with Ams at night – for the last 3 nights now the night terrors have been about the moth that flew into her mouth. Poor child.

I’ve decided i’m not actually pregnant and its just wind. Its gone on too long now and its all starting to feel faintly unreal; having now got to being the most pregnant i have ever been and having passed both “emergency/not right” baby days, i think, if i am brutally honest, that i am just expecting something horrific to occur and i’ve almost got past the point where i can look forward to a baby with any certainty. That probably sounds insane :~( But oddly enough, in among feeling stupidly anxious/pissed off, i am still quite calm and still enjoying having it in there. it just doesn’t feel like i am ever going to meet it.

Anyway, all our spirits were much lifted by tonights candle lit tea in costume; we had flobberworms, eyeballs, hearts, lungs and livers, dead mens fingers and shrunken heads with pumpkin juice and thin blood to wash it down with. Maddy got the joke (eventually!) And i booked us a mid-week at Centerparcs today as well which, extraordinarily, was cheaper for a 3 bed than it was last year for a 2 bed.