Time off work? Let me get back for a break, please.
It's been a funny old couple of weeks, what with being off work but actually going back for a rest. There's been lots going on, and no doubt I'll lose plenty along the way, but here we go anyway. First up, the unique horror that was the first birthday party.
That's already been covered in this post. But worth bringing up again just to realise the horror is over. Until next year. Hmm, who mentioned 2nd birthday party? Not me, that's fur SURE..
Second up, the aftermath. I've not dared to venture into the dining room since, the standard "let it dry and it'll hoover" approach to mud on the carpet didn't work, so it's cleaning time. Minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things. With Junior being less than 3 months into his attendance at nursery he wasn't allowed reduction in fees to be off until, coincidentally, his birthday. That gave us 2 days of paying full fees while off work. The solution? We need to clear up and get ready to go on holiday, so he may as well be in. OK, for those who know and love (some do) the Yorkshireman in me "we're paying for it, we may as well get it". Arrived late, picked up early, but still gave us some time to ourselves to get the house sorted.
Then the big day comes. Birthday boy! MOTS had this romantic notion about taking him to the beach on his birthday, but alas it was the typical 2007 summer's day and quite wet. What did we do instead? Take him to Clarks to buy his first set of shoes. Some birthday! Not quite that bad, we did mark the moment at 10:52 in the park on the swings, MOTS having just made it back in time from having her hair done. Then we went to Clarks. As it brightened up later we did make it to the beach after all, with MOTS getting some nice photos, one of which was akin to a children's catalogue. Hat by Boots, dungarees by JoJo Maman Bebe, toys by ELC.
Thursday - Anstruther. With the Gents off work we headed in convoy to get the UK's best fish and chips (no longer Scotland's, apparently). Marked by the neds revving up and down in their "unmodified" Corsas, Pug 107s and Puntos ("unmodified" when it comes to insurance quotes, of course), a lovely lunch sat burning happily in what was the one day of the Scottish summer this year. I was very disappointed in them, not getting a full portion. My only complaint being that my son nicked some of my fish, and with it some chips. I never signed up to sharing my fish and chips when we decided to have kids. I don't see that one in the contract at all. Thursday and Friday saw some big build up to a major event going on, not really quite sure what it was, but we didn't see the lad for dust once he was up on his feet and away. Fantastic timing, we just buy his cruiser shoes and the little git decides "nah, don't like that, I'm offski".
We managed a few feet across the carpet, stopped only by the change in height of the floor where his playmat sits on the rug. Thwarted by a bit of rug and a half inch of foam!
As it's jabs time again, ie third MenC at 12 months, we had an appointment through for his birthday. We couldn't do that to the poor lad, so rearranged it for the Friday. He was really good with the last jabs, so we thought he'd be fine with these too. As it turned out we were right, he was smiling again before leaving the surgery. Calpol? No thanks... The only side-effect being, as before, he was off his food a bit 3/4 days later but when his appetite came back, boy did it come back.
Next stop South Yorkshire...
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