September 2008 Archives

The Boy has recently become the proud 'parent' of two large caterpillars.

He's also given some away to most of the kids on our street - some of them to their doom; reports have filtered back of numerous squashings, losings and starvings - of the caterpillars that is, not the kids.

I used to love creepy crawlies (NOT Daddylonglegsis) when I was a nipper - although I have to say having a large jar on the mantle-piece full of caterpillar pooh isn't as marvellous as I remember.

If anyone else has wasted one hour every evening for the last three Mondays on watching the load of ssshh..ockingly bad telly, 'The Children' you have my sympathies.

When it finished I spent about five minutes feeling irrationally angry at 1) myself for continuing to watch it, after the first appalling half hour and 2) the makers of the programme for robbing me of three hours of my life, which I shall never get back!!

Taking a six month old baby to a wedding could have been something I would live to regret - but actually it was all very pleasant.

He was quiet during the ceremony. He slept during the meal and was cute on cue for admirers. The only thing that let the day down was my lack of preparation at nappy change time.

I lay him on a pull down plastic shelf affair in the disabled loo, removed his nappy and bent down to the change bag for ONE SECOND. It wasn't that the obvious happened, but the amount of what happened and the height from which it fell that caused the problem.

I'm having problems with The Kid's nappies, or rather the contents of them.

He's had a really runny tummy for the last three days. He has two bottles of formula a day, and we changed brands about three weeks ago.

This is the time of year I dread.

Every year I will be faced with my nemesis:

They may be small, but these horrid things terrify me.

They have no purpose. No point at all. They do nothing. Nada.

No one would miss the daddylonglegs if there was a mass cull. You wouldn't have people standing about saying: "Hmm, look at that big white wall. Wouldn't it be better if it had a load of gangly, suspicious looking creatures pinned to it?"

No. No one would say that.

There has been much talk around school that the French will be falling into a black hole tomorrow, followed promptly by the rest of the world.

"Is the world going to end tomorrow Miss?"
"What? Who on earth said that?"
"You did Miss."
"What? When?"
"Yesterday."
What? Hmm, I don't remember saying that, exactly..."

It always struck me as ironic. People walk out of the gym and load money into a vending machine to buy mars bars or powerade drinks. Children beg money from parents to purchase sweets and pop after swimming or trampoline.

A whole wall in my local leisure centre is dedicated to colourful machines selling a multitude of sweets, crisps and fizzy drinks. The only alternative to these snacks is a meagre bowl of sorry looking apples. Yes, there are healthy meals, but nothing by way of snacks.

Spent some good quality, 'mom to one' time with The Boy today.

The two of us went on the History Bus, a bus (funnily enough,) that goes on a free tour of the historical sites of Birmingham.

Start of the day was grim - we sat on the top deck of a 350 year old bus, which may as well have been an open topper as it was ankle deep in water, the seats were damp and there was a strange, lingering mouldy smell.

I went to a gig on Thursday! I don't get out much so seeing The Mallory Heart perform was all very exciting.

I left all the boys and off I went on the 50 bus.. Ah, the 50. What memories! I've not been on it after 10pm since I was 18 years old.

As the year's most miserable day draws to an end I'm reminded of how nice it is to be in a lovely warm home when the weather is naff.

The Boy came in from playing with his friends, dripping wet and freezing cold; he went straight away to put on nice dry things, then drank a tasty mug of hot milk while we all watched TV.