Ammi managed to leave the house in knickers yesterday and come home in the same pair still dry. This is progress. She is perpetually knackered at the moment and i really feel sorry for her because she is a 3 (Edit: ooops) year old stuck in a body that can’t keep up with her (or stay asleep either apparently). She also managed to come upstairs today and vomit in the bathroom after appropriately communicating the problem, rather than vomiting on carpet, my bed or my head.
Josie, who knows where her hands are, can play with a toy, say “guh..lo” in answer to “hello” and stay sat up unaided for the count of 1 banana through to 6 banana. She is almost out of her 6-9 month baby gros and went to bed at 9pm today, where she still is. She thinks baby rice is a stupid idea. I love her and i want at least 10 more exactly like her. Even two weeks late. (Stupid bloodloss optional.)
Maddy loves me. She also thinks its very bad that Fran can read and she can’t and is trying to learn all by herself. She is in true love with M (who came to group yesterday… cups runneth over). She draws me great cartoons and tells me stories all the time. She doesn’t like it when boys chase her. (Good while it lasts.)
Fran is cool. A terrific big sister, likes paella and olives and prawns, can read…..(……….) :D, weeded half the garden for me today and generally seems to attract compliments wherever i take her. I’m very proud of her.
I have a big gland up in my neck again. I’m currently waiting for admission to the “dying of self diagnosed cancer” ward and trying not to panic about the fact i can no longer swallow paracetamol because my apparently healthy and pink tonsils are touching each other.
I also weeded all my garden pots today, did some soil rotation (emptying pots into each other), attacked a bramble bush and beat it into submission and loved everyone lots while trying not to be shouty about my bursting head. Tomorrow we plant.
I love my husband because he dressed up in operating theatre greens today to comply with demanding children who wanted him to dress up then practically evaporated out of them when the sight of him made me cry. He also made paella, cleaned the kitchen without complaint and *didn’t ask whether i was okay* which for a change, was an appropriate reaction to an emotional moment. And he evolved a personalised pictorial sticker system for the calender so the girls can see what is planned for them.
Donnie Darko – good film, a bit *swoosh*
More vodka please.
