Okay, okay, so it's been a while since I wrote. I've been concentrating my time on my boys (all three of them) and work. However I did manage to sneak in a trip to the garden centre at the start of the month one day whilst BFS was on a training course to pick out a xmas tree with the boys (all two of them!)
BB kept informing me as we wandered around the collection of spruces that he liked 'little trees' but mum had the overriding vote in the end and purchased a suitable 'big' tree. Warning bells should have rung when the tiny lady who was there to assist couldn't actually get it to fit through the netting wrapping thing (?) We Piled it into the back of the pick-up and back home I got to work with the saw as it was too thick for the stand - doh! Once suitably trimmed I (with great difficulty) dragged it into the house and erected it in it's new home for the next few weeks. Eeeek - it's slightly rotund! I knew the height was fine (the nice lady measured it with a stick) but I didn't really take into account the diameter.
I think BFS's reaction when he came home sums it up......'F**king H*ll it's HUGE!!!!'
But I like it ;0)
BB helped decorate. His favourite phrase right now is 'I have a big xmas tree and it's all the way up to the ceiling and has a star on top!' He tells everyone!
I love Christmas!
On Saturday BB, BFS and I spent a day in the capital. Me shopping and the boys playing on the rides.
Helter Skelter, Big Wheel and Ice Rink included. I believe both had a ball. I did (well, apart from the aching arms!!!)
Both boys have had a vomiting bug in the past couple of days - but both are fine now. The appetites are a bit suppressed, and I called BB's bluff tonight when he informed me he was too tired to eat by sending him to bed at 5:30. I wonder if he'll call the same line tomorrow? I have already been up to a crying loon twice since, the second time for the most random reason. You really do have to be a talented whine interpreter to settle a frustrated teary boy who is asking for - wait for it- (the most likely thing you'd be thinking of in the middle of the evening.....) A fishing rod!!!!! Huh? did I hear him correct - after about 10 more and more agitated attempts in his crying whiny voice (which may I add was getting higher pitched and harder to understand the more often his request was put to me) I finally thought I'd heard him correctly and asked if he was asking for a fishing rod. Indeed he was!
Just when you think you have them sussed - they move the goalposts! The number one lesson in parenting.
btw this one's for BFS - taken today x
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