Saturday, 5 September 2009

Big School



I got back late from work on Josie's first day at school. So when I woke up the next day, I asked her to tell me all about it. She did so in her own inimitable way, I'm glad I had the presence of mind to record it!

You join the story a little way in, because that presence of mind kicked in only after she'd begun.









Sunday, 23 August 2009

Little English Scholars.

The English language by all accounts is a complex thing for a grown up to fully master let alone for four and five year olds. But they try...

Josie had been invited to a birthday party at 'Jolly Roger's', one of the big foam slide/tunnel/ball pit establishments here in Swindon. A brief, but heated discussion was had when Josie failed to see that clambering about on giant foam blocks was not easily accomplished whilst wearing a long flowing party dress, even for her. The scales were tipped when I informed her that everyone might see her knickers when she was climbing about. But The-Queen-of-all-that-is-pink-and-girly was only willing to compromise to a degree. Hence we ended up with her least best dress that is slightly too small and therefore not so long - with a pair of coordinating leggings on underneath... The party appeared to be a success (food, cake,and giant wobbly slides - how could it not?) and as I collected a rather tired and dishevelled Josie from the party I enquired how it had gone. With a slight hint of wishfulness she told me that Denan (the birthday girl) had been wearing a very pretty dress and had "proper clip clop shoes" and sparkles on her. Not entirely sure what that meant, I asked where she had had sparkles.
"On her arms, her cheeks and on her eye-pods"...

It was rather hot when we got back to the car after church, and since they had been fairly good the whole three hour block AND then sat through choir practice with me, I figured that we would just roll all the windows down instead of just switching on the air-con. As we pulled out they all started giggling as their hair started whipping about and I glanced back at Buzz who was grinning like a Cheshire Cat whilst trying to breathe. Now, there are two routes home - the quick way down the duel carriageway, or the slightly longer route round the houses. I realised as I pulled out that my I'm-hungry-let's-get-home-quickly auto pilot had turned right - the quick route home. As we approached the slip road, Will realising that I was about to wind the windows up before we hit 70mph yelled from the back of the car, "Mum, leave the windows down on the George Carriageway!" And you know what? I did!

Thursday, 25 June 2009

Will's Show and Tell Friday 26th June 2009.

When I am a grown up, I want to be a baker.
I am going to give bread to everyone. I am going to bake some bread in my Baker’s shop. I will bake bread every Thursday and cakes every Wednesday.
I have made some bread to show you. To make bread you need special flour called Bread Flour, and you need salt, and sugar, and yeast. Yeast is really special because it makes the bread go bigger and bigger when it gets warm.
I measured the ingredients. You have to let the mixture rise and get bigger and then knead it. When you knead it you push and pull and squash the bread dough. I baked the bread at my Grandma’s house.

Thursday, 18 June 2009

Twenty Five Days To Go...

Can you hear that? No? Me neither. It's as quiet as it comes at home this afternoon as everyone is either at school or sleeping!
I've taken this rare opportunity of solitude not to take a pleasant siesta, but to finally get around to packing a hospital bag, as there are indeed only, 25 days until Hurley Baby no.4 (a.k.a "Nono") arrives. In all previous pregnancies I have been packed and ready to go at least a month before my due date, and all that seems to have done is tempt fate and they arrive late. So I'm naively trying to trick fate into giving me an earlier baby by being laid back (to the point of slight panic creeping in)!

We have all been getting excited this week though, as I brought out all of the littlest tiny clothes for Nono from the loft, and Buzz kept attempting to try it all on! It's hard to believe that they were all once that small...

Sunday, 31 May 2009

This is the life

I'm sat outside, all I can hear is birdsong and my children playing. Although I'm sat in the shade, it's warm.

I'm sat waiting for the coals to heat up, before cooking a whole chicken on the Weber. I'm also going to be trying to do jacket potatos seeing as this chicken is going to take some time. Later we'll pop on some corn on the cobs too!

Today we went to Bideford, the Barnstaple branch meet at Bideford College. Seeing as we weren't up particularly early, we just went for the Sacrament meeting. It was interesting mostly due to the branch not having a piano or organ, so we all sang acapella. The branch president was very kind, he came up to speak to us after the meeting and offered to have us round for dinner.

I got changed into my shorts and t-shirt in the car park, much to Hannah's amusement/bemusement. We drove off towards Bude looking for a nice cliff to enjoy our picnic on. We ended up at a place called Hartland Point, which had a lighthouse. It was very plesant, Hannah had made up some ham and cheese brioche (something I'd discovered in France a week back).

We packed our things away in the car, we went wandering to see what we could find. We walked along the cliff edge, which provided a nice cooling sea breeze to what had turned out to be a stifling day, without a cloud in the sky.

I took Will and Josie on a slightly more daring path, to see how far we could make it. The drop down was a bum clencher of a cliff, providing magnificent views - I wished I had brought my camera.

We stopped off at the shops on the way home to buy some potatos and boursin for our meal tonight.

The house we're staying in is really nice, it's a converted barn, which sleeps up to 10. We're in the deepest countryside, which is peaceful without being smelly.

If this weather keeps up, this will end up being a very nice holiday!

Best see how that chicken is doing...

Wednesday, 20 August 2008

The Great Camping Disaster...

Well, it was, or it wasn't, depending on who you ask. My children, the Eternal Optimists remember only the highlights and think it was a GREAT holiday! (for highlights read - everything new and exciting - sleeping bags and torches feature very highly...)

09:00 I pack up the car in record time so that we are all ready to go.
11:30 Great Granny Mu arrives from Manchester so we have to visit with her before we can leave otherwise we won't see her all week.
11:31 The car won't start.
11:32 Adam decides it's the battery and starts fiddling under the bonnet as there is some 'corrosion' on the battery that needs getting off.
11:45 Great Granny Mu comes to our house instead.
12:00 Adam goes out to buy a new battery.
12:05 The campsite we wanted to stay at rang back to say that their pitches were too waterlogged.
12:10 After several attempts I find a campsite in that will take a tent as big as ours and has space (and has shower facilities!)
12:30 Adam returns after realising that although he took his wallett, his card was not in his wallett...
12:35 Granny Jack goes home to get some jump leads to see if we can't just get it started.
13:00 We get the car started.
13:15 Everyone piles in the car and we get going!
15:30 As we head towards the campsite, we can't help but realise that it's in the middle of a town between the sports centre and a playing field. Not the country. This is the problem with the campsite guide not having a picture...
15:31 Adam does a U-turn in the campsite entrance.
15:32 We start ringing another campsite that has 'Farm' in the title. They have space...
16:15 We arrive at the 'farm' which is a working farm down a country lane - much more like it. But we can't see any other tents.
16:16 There are however, a load of dirty old caravans bunched together in a field.
16:17 The farmer's wife comes out and tells us we can camp in the immediate field in front of us which has two of the abandoned caravans in it.
16:30 Seeming as it's heading for dinnertime we cut our losses and start putting up the tent facing away from the caravan graveyard.
18:00 Adam sets off for the local town to find some milk for the morning and some more gas for the cooker...
18:15 We unpack in the tent and tidy up so it looks rather cosy. The children get their pyjamas on SUPER excited to be sleeping in a sleeping bag.
18:16 Josie needs the toilet so we all put our shoes on and trek over to the ONE toilet that although clean is rather primitive. Not ever having to have used such basic facilities NEITHER Will or Josie will go, and suddenly 'don't need to go anymore'. I go, to prove that it's ok and no spiders are attacking me, but they still won't go.
18:30 In desparation Josie now needs to go so badly she's considering the previously unconsiderable, and we all trek over there again. Will however, with his legs crossed, practically hopping on one leg, does 'not need to go'...
18:35 Adam rings as the gas shop was closed and he's in Sainsbury's wondering what to get for dinner that doesn't need cooking.
18:40 Will has held out valiantly, but his bladder is winning and meekly he asks if we can go to the toilets AGAIN!!!
19:00 Adam returns with a selection from the deli, some chips and dip, and mini muffins. We all dig in.
21:00 We finally get the children into bed, who have waited all day to sleep in the sleeping bags. Buzz is so tired that he barely makes a noise and conks out like a light.
21:30 It's cold and I have no way to heat water for my hot chocolate, so we decide to get an early night and hope that the children all sleep all night...
00:34 Buzz wakes up with a dirty nappy. I change him and glance at my watch to see the time. It's not particularly dark and in my sleepy state as I look at my watch (which has no numbers on it) - I read 06:00 (one hand at the top, one at the bottom).
00:40 After wondering why Buzz is acting so tired when he's slept all night, I look at my phone for confirmation of the time and read 00:41.
00:41 Buzz goes straight back to sleep.
02:00 It starts raining.
02:30 We are woken by little voices unzipping their sleeping compartment. We unzip ours to find Will and Josie huddles together with Josie's little lantern in their hands a little excited but also a little worried that 'it's raining on their roof'. I usher them back to bed and we all lay there listening as the rain gets heavier.
04:30 Two little voices are at our beside again, saying that they are cold. I pull back the blanket and they both pile in between me and Adam. The rain is sufficiently heavy that Adam comments that we probably wouldn't hear Buzz if he was crying... I get up to check him. He is flat out sleeping like a log.
04:35 Before I can get back into bed again, Will informs us that there was rain in the tent. Slightly worried I ask where. I start walking over to the children's bedroom and find myself with rather wet feet. A quick shine around of the torch reveals the living space of the tent is rapidly filling up with water.

What followed was two hours of Adam and I wading about with our pyjamas rolled up, pausing for a documentoral photograph of the scene for posterity, Adam then stripping off to the waist as he belted back and forth from the car getting soaked to the skin with firstly: children, then bedding and then almost literally throwing everything else into the car whilst Will and Josie jumped about inside the car with the engine running and the heaters on, listening to Harry Potter. Buzz didn't wake with the rain. He didn't wake with our splashing in and out of the tent. (It was over our ankles by this time). Eventually all that remained in the tent was Buzz asleep in his travel cot and us. Once woken, and rather unaware of the whole palava, Buzz sat and ate a banana whilst we tipped the water out of the tent and folded it as best we could and squeezed it into the back of the car and drove off. Despite being a working farm apparently, and it being about 6am by the time we had finished, no lights were on at the farmhouse so we just scarpered!

Sitting feeling cold and damp in front, and hearing clamours for some food from the back, we stopped at McDonald's for some breakfast. Refusing to get out of the car in my muddy pyjamas and woolly cardigan, we drove through looking I can only assume, like a bunch of vagrants, and sat and warmed ourselves with bagels and hot chocolate.

We then drove to Granny Jacks to use her shower as a) we had turned out hot water off when we left, and b) we don't have a shower!

The nightmare finally over, we headed home to unpack and attempt to dry my parent's tent out...


Thursday, 31 July 2008

Summer Journals.

I'm not really sure how it happened, but Will has learned to read so rapidly that I'm almost thinking of getting Harry Potter down for him to peruse. I'd like to think that I did what any good mother does, and read bedtime stories, played games with flash cards, and pointed out words on signs and packets and so on, but as my mother commented: 'he's broken the code' and can work out any words he doesn't already know and is just loving this new skill!

Am I gushing with pride yet?

I decided that since they are now well and truely into the Summer Holidays, with no more formal education until September, Will (and with that read 'and Josie', who can't possibly not be doing what Will is doing!) should create a summer journal/scrapbook, where he can practise his writing, and maybe we could squeeze a reluctant piece of artwork or two from him. (no encouragement is required in the literary dept.)

So we started this week with just a few cover pages. If we had a scanner I would display some images as they were fully enthused by what we had accomplished! On the page of "My Favourite Things" we had some lovely illustrations for:

Will
Lightsabres
Pasta
The X-Box

Josie
Pasta
Zebras
Wall-E

Now all I have to do is keep up their enthousiasm for it all summer!