We are in the grips of an exceptionally week in the freezer, which is not entirely unwelcome by Team Anonimum despite meaning the house feels like an igloo. I find out that across the bridge there are a number of igloos in which the students are sleeping to raise money for charity. Good luck to them. Mayhaps we should get sponsorship for this week in the cottage then??
I woke up on Friday to a text from work announcing a snow day and the garden covered in at least 10cms of shiny white. It was very possible I was more excited than Laurie who kept insisting it was Christmas day and went rushing around looking for Father Christmas.
After about 10 mins of breakfasting and about 1 hr of suitable hat, gloves, coat, boot finding, we were outside making snow angels and Laurie was doing seat drops where the lawn should have been. In my usual inept style of being woefully unprepared for life, I seemed to be the only Mum going who had not purchased a sledge so we launched into a bit of a 'Blue Peter' moment to find suitable alternatives. After trying the tray and change mat (surprisingly effective), the Cottage Washing Basket Cresta Run 2013 championships were soon underway, proving shoving your three year old down a small incline in a plastic box is an amazingly cathartic exerience after a day of winging.
Mol was less keen on her first real taste of the white stuff and made her feelings very clear on Saturday as we took the Cresta Run out to the local sledging hill, by screaming at me from the backpack the entire long and slippy walk home. She did however find it very amusing to watch her parents get covered in snow balls and was quite keen on the snow cat her brother made for her. Long may such touching displays of sibling love last!
Sunday, 27 January 2013
Saturday, 12 January 2013
To the moon and back
It was a busy week where I felt I'd been everywhere and done far more than should fit in seven days. We went to the castle at last, mingled with the locals,enjoyed a January picnic under a christmas table cloth teepee and had an unexpected mini break at the childrens hospital. I was pretty done in..then had to go back to work
The week started well with a visit from old friends who bought along their own tot. He proved very good excersise for ours, although turns out he may have ended up being a bit over generous with his bugs. A few days later found us taking Mol to the GP, then the Eye Hospital, then A and E, to be told they were admitting her for a course of IV antibiotics. Cue rather tired and emotional anonimum trying to stiffle stiff upper lipped sniffs and slightly teary eyes whilst dashing about town trying to find the necessary kit for an unexpected night from home. I can't manage baby jabs so had to bow out of the insertion of the canula. I'm not sure wether it would have been worse to have been there than listening to the miserable wails from outside.
Of all the (rather few) mini breaks I have enjoyed, the children's hospital didn't actually rate too badly and reminded me that along with nursery staff, nurses really should get knighted more often. Still after two days of Kistry Alsopp, David Dickenson, Jeremy wot not (who has not aged very well since the last time I watched him- which may, admittidly have been some years since) and various tangerine faced duos trying to sell me homes in the country, in another country,under the hammer etcetera etcatera, it was fair to say I was pretty bored and exhausted. Mol meanwhile was weathering the storm pretty well, which made me feel more terrible for the really poorly wee mites in adjoining rooms who Mol seemed determined to befriend thru the windows of their rooms. Bored as we may have been, it did remind me how lucky we are.
And how tired! Everyone seemed out of routine by the weekend what with strange events taking us away from home, running about and returning to work, sleep has gone a bit haywire. A very sleepy Laurie sitting on his stool infornt of the fire just said " Mummy I love you to the moon and back" . We haven't read that book in weeks. I cried a little.
The week started well with a visit from old friends who bought along their own tot. He proved very good excersise for ours, although turns out he may have ended up being a bit over generous with his bugs. A few days later found us taking Mol to the GP, then the Eye Hospital, then A and E, to be told they were admitting her for a course of IV antibiotics. Cue rather tired and emotional anonimum trying to stiffle stiff upper lipped sniffs and slightly teary eyes whilst dashing about town trying to find the necessary kit for an unexpected night from home. I can't manage baby jabs so had to bow out of the insertion of the canula. I'm not sure wether it would have been worse to have been there than listening to the miserable wails from outside.
Of all the (rather few) mini breaks I have enjoyed, the children's hospital didn't actually rate too badly and reminded me that along with nursery staff, nurses really should get knighted more often. Still after two days of Kistry Alsopp, David Dickenson, Jeremy wot not (who has not aged very well since the last time I watched him- which may, admittidly have been some years since) and various tangerine faced duos trying to sell me homes in the country, in another country,under the hammer etcetera etcatera, it was fair to say I was pretty bored and exhausted. Mol meanwhile was weathering the storm pretty well, which made me feel more terrible for the really poorly wee mites in adjoining rooms who Mol seemed determined to befriend thru the windows of their rooms. Bored as we may have been, it did remind me how lucky we are.
And how tired! Everyone seemed out of routine by the weekend what with strange events taking us away from home, running about and returning to work, sleep has gone a bit haywire. A very sleepy Laurie sitting on his stool infornt of the fire just said " Mummy I love you to the moon and back" . We haven't read that book in weeks. I cried a little.
Wednesday, 2 January 2013
50 shades
With Christmas having been and gone the excitement of New Year loomed large on the horizon. The house looked like Texas after hurricane season with toys strewn to the far corners of subsofa and the carpet in the kitchen (I ask you really, carpet in the kitchen??) covered in at least 50 shades of playdough, gravy, custard and so on.
After a day visiting friends and letting the kids run off steam, we decided to have Laurie's godmother and family over for a quiet New Years eve, which was really nice although it made me feel rather old having such a low key do. More so the fact I had to have a disco nap to make it to midnight....not sure if it's still called a disco nap if it's at 10pm tho. Still we were all awake at 12 and raised a glass along with the radio 4 man (again, rather old) to good things happening in 2013.
The New Year so far appears to be carrying on from 2012 in that it is very wet. I am seriously considering in investing in a tumble dryer. So today we escaped to the shelter of the libary. I spent some time seeking out gardening books to ready myself for the flurry of activity I will make during the dryer weather in the garden. I am secretly hoping it will stay wet. I think by now I have to conceede I am starting to sound older than my (early) 30's. A friend jokily suggested they would buy me one of those amusing vegetable shaped foam kneelers for my new middle aged life style. Gladly that gift never arrived at christmas but I will watch out in future incase my age is given away by gifts recieved. (when my Grazia subscription changes to Good Housekeeping I will really worry). Anyhoo a helpful elderly lady showed me where young hipsters like myself could locate the gardening books and I now have 'The Gardening Year' and 'The Greenhouse Gardener' to brighten my evenings. I am rather put off however as the first book tells me to 'attend to your lawn'. This rings bells to me that surley are not related to gardening and I have not the first clue how one would go about attending to such a thing. If it does not like yoghurt and won't be put on the naugthy step, i am at a loss. Give me some specific instructions!
Laurie and Mol had a good time wrecking the kids section. Spinning round on the chairs and climbing on the train bookshelf. Mol is particually fond on nosing at books others have chosen and stealing off with them. Today it was the turn of a rather harassed looking Mum with at least 3 kids. (3 kids...imagine). I was a bit late to find Mol sifting their collection and come toddling across to me, via a detour of most of the libary, joyously brandishing the clearly erotic novel Harassed Mum had chosen and secreted in the pile. We left at speed.
After a day visiting friends and letting the kids run off steam, we decided to have Laurie's godmother and family over for a quiet New Years eve, which was really nice although it made me feel rather old having such a low key do. More so the fact I had to have a disco nap to make it to midnight....not sure if it's still called a disco nap if it's at 10pm tho. Still we were all awake at 12 and raised a glass along with the radio 4 man (again, rather old) to good things happening in 2013.
The New Year so far appears to be carrying on from 2012 in that it is very wet. I am seriously considering in investing in a tumble dryer. So today we escaped to the shelter of the libary. I spent some time seeking out gardening books to ready myself for the flurry of activity I will make during the dryer weather in the garden. I am secretly hoping it will stay wet. I think by now I have to conceede I am starting to sound older than my (early) 30's. A friend jokily suggested they would buy me one of those amusing vegetable shaped foam kneelers for my new middle aged life style. Gladly that gift never arrived at christmas but I will watch out in future incase my age is given away by gifts recieved. (when my Grazia subscription changes to Good Housekeeping I will really worry). Anyhoo a helpful elderly lady showed me where young hipsters like myself could locate the gardening books and I now have 'The Gardening Year' and 'The Greenhouse Gardener' to brighten my evenings. I am rather put off however as the first book tells me to 'attend to your lawn'. This rings bells to me that surley are not related to gardening and I have not the first clue how one would go about attending to such a thing. If it does not like yoghurt and won't be put on the naugthy step, i am at a loss. Give me some specific instructions!
Laurie and Mol had a good time wrecking the kids section. Spinning round on the chairs and climbing on the train bookshelf. Mol is particually fond on nosing at books others have chosen and stealing off with them. Today it was the turn of a rather harassed looking Mum with at least 3 kids. (3 kids...imagine). I was a bit late to find Mol sifting their collection and come toddling across to me, via a detour of most of the libary, joyously brandishing the clearly erotic novel Harassed Mum had chosen and secreted in the pile. We left at speed.
A Merry Little Christmas
And so the extended family travelled the country and by and by arrived at the Anonimum cottage where only a slightly fraut group were gathered madly wrapping, baking and generally making ready for the day ahead.
T'was the night before Christmas and not a creature was stirring...some chance. Laurie and Mol (Laurie in particular but Mol joining in as it looked fun), were still dashing about the house over excited spreading the garden in 'reindeer food', preparing the gifts for the main man's chimney arrival and generally reeking totddlergeddon about the house. I shall have to take advice form the more experienced parents for calming tots next year as my secret bell jangling attempts wern't madly successful!
Chirstmas was a blast with happy kids and happy parents. I had to spend a good half hour madly wrapping anything I could find as once Mol had opened a gift she was onto the next and was working her way thru family presents at an impressive rate. She seemed happy to open half a slipper and some playmobile men from the toy box tho...mayhaps we shouldn't have bothered with gifts for her at all? Laurie seemed chuffed with his oxfam remote control car and both loved the hand made kitchen (that had seemed such a good idea but was beggining to become a drain on time resorces as well as a worry they'd not rate it up to much. I wonder how many more years we can survive on charity shops and home made tat before they want an ipad or similar. Hopefully another year or so...at least??
T'was the night before Christmas and not a creature was stirring...some chance. Laurie and Mol (Laurie in particular but Mol joining in as it looked fun), were still dashing about the house over excited spreading the garden in 'reindeer food', preparing the gifts for the main man's chimney arrival and generally reeking totddlergeddon about the house. I shall have to take advice form the more experienced parents for calming tots next year as my secret bell jangling attempts wern't madly successful!
Chirstmas was a blast with happy kids and happy parents. I had to spend a good half hour madly wrapping anything I could find as once Mol had opened a gift she was onto the next and was working her way thru family presents at an impressive rate. She seemed happy to open half a slipper and some playmobile men from the toy box tho...mayhaps we shouldn't have bothered with gifts for her at all? Laurie seemed chuffed with his oxfam remote control car and both loved the hand made kitchen (that had seemed such a good idea but was beggining to become a drain on time resorces as well as a worry they'd not rate it up to much. I wonder how many more years we can survive on charity shops and home made tat before they want an ipad or similar. Hopefully another year or so...at least??
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