Saturday, 15 October 2016 – “Mummy, can I have a little sister?“
Lesson learned today. Don’t test your child’s ability to bat a ball (albeit inflatable) in your living room. She might be bloody brilliant and she may thwack it across the room and knock a full cup of hot tea (sweet with honey) into the air.
H: “Oops, Sorry Mummy”
M: “Ha! That’s OK, I’ll clean it up”
Hubby: “Well done H, do it again!”
A full weekend with no work so we grabbed a football, put Honey on a lead and went to the park.
Hubby: “Do you think we should book H into football lessons?”
M:”Yes, why not?”
Hubby: “Tennis too?”
Sunday, 16 October 2016
Hubby made a morning trip to the supermarket and came back with a tennis racket for H. He is so eager for H to have some interest in sport. I have none whatsoever. H loves it.
H has been invited to several birthday parties over the last few weeks. I’m getting to know the parents, it’s nice. I’m looking forward to H’s party in a few days. She’s excited, so I‘m excited. I have totally thrown myself into party bag preparation and party outfit choosing (for H). I have antibacterial spray and hand cleanser and two cakes (one for blowing the candles out on and one for eating) I can survive a birthday party in a child’s play centre.
Friday, 28 October 2016
H: “Mummy, can I have a cake?”
M: (Shouting down the hall) “Yes, give me a minute”
H: “Mummy, Can I have some hot milk too please”
M: “I’ll get that too sweetie”
H: “Mummy, can I have a little sister?”
M: “Let’s talk about your party”
Saturday, 29 October 2016
H loved her party. I am knackered.
After the party family members gathered at Grannie’s house to eat germ free cake and watch H open the pile of presents from her friends. I snaffled a coffee laced with whisky and started to snore.