4 posts from 2009

for running around a park, then sinking more booze than is reasonable for a woman if my age and stature. Poor, poor liver.

Boo, for not writing the last essay, and sulking a bit about having to and putting it off.

Boo for Seth having the pox, but hurrah for bicarb in the bath and his robustness. He is not suffering and has stopped scratching. He is still screaming though. Am wondering if he'll ever stop. Still he is a wonderful genius and freakishly similar to his dad in all respects.  

Argh, for realising that two counselling placements is going to be rather hard to juggle, and expensive.  

Hurrah, for getting on the scales and weighing less than before.

Hurrah and boo! for my new jeans that are now too big.

Hurrah for my beautiful Ezra who is just magnificent and I adore him in all his bloody marvelous majestical fabulousness.    

Boo for Johns ginger beard. It is bushy and so so very wrong.

Mind blowing. For me anyway. Five years ago, I was coming out of epidural numbness, into the excruciating pain of a massive abdominal gash, nipple gnawing, and utter and complete panic.

He was so beautiful.

He fell asleep at 7 o'clock last night, during Robin Hood, and I carried him up to bed, feeling his weight and trying not to knock his head against the door frame (I never seem to gauge it right). He woke up an hour later, all rosy cheeked, with his blonde wavy hair curling on the crown. "Is it my birthday, yet?" His little confused face contorting as he processed that he hadn't slept for long enough.

Yesterday, he got a 'privilege card' at school. A silver card, not unlike a membership card for a casino, or a gym. Very grown up. I asked his teacher about it, and she replied "for those children who are always good, and when charts and stamps aren't enough, because they are consistently helpful and kind and well behaved. Its in recognition of that. We give them to the older children in exchange for privileges, such as staying inside at break time, and extra time to use the computers, but for the little ones, the concept can be confusing. The card seems to be reward enough".

Ezra slept with his card last night and couldn't let it out of his sight for a second. The pride on his face when he showed me forced tears to brim in my eyes, and my voice was shakey as I tried to chat nonchalantly to one of the parents.

At parents evening last week, his teacher showed me a peice of writing he had done independantly, and I filled up again. We had been practicing at home, but he had suddenly taken a leap and I hadn't been there when it happened. I was overwhelmed by his independance and capability, and sheer bloody magnificence.

That big boy is considerate of other people's feelings, probably more than their bodies (which is evidenced in the way he is shocked when flying Ben10 4 arms can hurt someone when they connect). He always resolves Seth's problems, and so beautifully. He's more empathic towards his brother than I could ever hope to be. I hear him counselling him in the evening when they've gone to bed and I am in awe of his compassion and generosity. "Seth, don't worry, we'll sort it out" he often says throwing his arm around his brother, "Thank you Ezra" Seth returns the cuddle and looks up admiringly at his biggest ally.        

My first baby, is in many ways, so far away from those first few hours, when it was just me and him. Yet, when he climbed in bed with me last night, and snuggled up into my arms, it was as though no time had past.   

Me: Come here Ezra, while I give you a cuddle (cradles massive child like a baby)

Ez: Muuuuuuum, I'm not a baby!! (tolerates rocking and cooing)

John: You do realise Mum will do that to you until she can no longer pick you up?

Seth: Get away from me Mum, you not making me a baby again. I been one of dem already!!

later, whilst watching a mother try and spoon babyfood into her rapidly dodging child

Me: Seth, when you were a baby, you used to eat babyfood

Seth: When I'm a baby again, you can feed me that

Me: You won't be a baby again Seth, you'll only get older

Seth: But when I was you, mum I used to feed me babyfood

Me: When you were me?

Seth: When I was you, before I was me.

Me: ?????? 

on (less than) 20 quid

Day one. Ben10 day on CartoonNetwork. The new Ben10 alien force is revealed. Ben 10 is older, and I fancy both Ben10 and Kevin11. Kevin fancies Gwen (you'll only understand this if you'v watched Ben10. If you haven't, luckylucky you) and so I worry for a bit about the apropriateness of the cartoon. Then realise I would let them watch South Park if it meant they were quiet.  Ben10 day, broken only by a leisurely jaunt through a menacingly rough estate. On emerging at teh other end, my tired and increasingly frustrated parents were joyous at the arrival of the giddy pair.

Day two. Drive Father of children to work, pretend to be put out whilst secretly glad of 'something to do'. Moan on blog and google 10k runs whilst kids watch more Ben10 and batter each other. Visit to The Industrial Museum, then more parental visiting before 'A TRIP TO MORRISONS.'

I used to go to the industrial museum when I was bored in the holidays. Its really dry, but I feel my children should have to endure it like I had to all those years ago.

My entertaining skills know no bounds. I'm saving the The Photography Museum for when they're really bored. Who said that visiting museums with a three and a four year is not a great idea. "lalalala" *sticks fingers in ears*.  The last time we spent precisely 9 minutes looking at exhibitions, and 45 minutes in the museum shop.  

Plans for days three to seven include, making paper mache masks, freezing our extremities of in the now vandalised local park, and drinking Cobra beer (me, not the kids, and not in the park. Well, not visibly, anyway)  

I'll leave you with this titbit

Seth: Mum, why are you my mum?

Ezra: Because she has to, thats why. Its her job.