A totally haphazard post this morning while I polish off the reheated (in the oven) left overs of last night’s pizza – I’m always having one last Last Hurrah meal before I buckle down on the diet, and this time I really do need to as Amelia turns 2 next month.
Where has the time gotten to? This seems to be a question on everyone’s lips, especially those of us with young children whose immobility is a fresh and happy memory.
This week has been rather hectic with the bathroom being mostly out of commission all week while it was completely repainted. It looks fantastic now but the shower is in bits while the tiles are regrouted and won’t be back in service until Monday afternoon. This led to me having my first bath in just over two years; my last one was while I was very pregnant and I got stuck. No, honestly I was stuck, just floundered about like a weeble-wobble whale until my husband (who wears a hearing aid) finally heard me and helped prise me out.
In addition to this, Amelia has had a ‘magnificent’ ear infection which had her brought home from the childminders, which I think she was as upset about as I was since she absolutely loves it there, and at least on of the other 2 girls who is there on the same days greets her with an enthusiastic MEELIA! So it seems that she’s already well on her way to making friends. This little girl actually lives further up our road so will be attending the same lower school, although since she is a few months older may be in the class above.
With the ear infection came a few days of high temps and a nice biddable cuddly child. However the Amoxicillin has now kicked in and the Fusspottery has resumed �and the ‘Terrible Twos” phase seems to be now very much in place. Although they are more “Trying” than “Terrible”; so far there has been no wanton behaviour.
Much of this I’m putting down to frustration while her speech improves, and with any luck will be over before too long, at the moment I’m just sitting it out as much as possible – letting the short sharp whinegy tantrums wash over me, and engaging in swift intervention when things �are thrown or people are given a whack or too vigourous poke. One good sign is that she has come to learn to not poke or pull at Lucy, who is becoming far more at ease with Amelia, opting instead to kiss her on the nose (Amelia will put herself carefully nose to nose with Lucy and Lucy will snuffle at her), pat her tentatively or lay her head on the arm of the sofa where Lucy is curled up.
Must sign off – can hear the call of �’Out! Out!’ coming from the attic bedroom.
It’s like a re-run of the summer of ’81!
If you feel like some navel-gazing, followed by some iPod riffling, followed by some blogging, I’ve just tagged you for a meme.