My kids love to throw leaves. They love to throw leaves at me, each other, Sam, anywhere really. I was fairly sure this big pile of leaves wouldn’t have anything too nasty lurking in it as it was at Marwell when we visited to see Father Christmas! At our local park I am always extra wary that the dogs haven’t been using the piles of leaves as toilets, if you know what I mean! But…
No, not that Lily Allen song but the time Arlo wakes up. Why five am? Who knows? We’ve tried changing various things, putting the heating on lower, higher, earlier, later, going to bed later, earlier, bigger dinner, less drink… nothing changes. He’ll suddenly shout for me, or cry out and when I arrive in his room he’ll say ‘I’m not sleeping anymore’ and that is that. Bringing him into our bed doesn’t work as he…
Though my kids can wind each other up, and seemingly go from love to hate in less than a minute, deep down the do love each other. If Athena cries Arlo will ask me why she’s crying. If Arlo cries Athena will try and cuddle him and make him feel better – unless he’s crying in retaliation to something she’s done to him! But this week, now they’re both back at school and preschool and…
Both children, but Arlo especially, love to ‘help’ me with the washing. It’s got to the point where I have to double and triple check what’s in the machine before I put a wash on as often the odd discarded sock or pair of PJ bottoms will end up in there – either that are already clean or are completely the wrong colour and liable to turn a whole set of Athena’s white polo shirts…
Dirty little urchins would be about the best way to describe Athena & Arlo over the weekend. They spent their time hurtling around the campsite, barefooted and feral. Swinging on tire swings, clambering up dusty banks, chasing each other over wooden bridges and generally having as much fun as possible. Our evenings were spent toasting marshmallows and staying up late… and obviously making a mess. The bathwater when we got home was a sight for…
Athena came home with her first Christmas card at the beginning of last week from a classmate. She was so excited to sit down open it and find out who it was from… I think their teacher hands them all out in bulk at the end of the day so she didn’t know exactly who was from till she opened it. She was so excited to read the name, and of course the next questions…
When Arlo has his hair cut he is so good, and more importantly still. He is never still ordinarily, always moving, talking climbing… but the moment you sit him in a barbers chair he freezes! He’s not afraid I don’t think as he’s never upset or whiny, he just seems to know that he needs to stay still. I think Sam’s trained him well, as he took him for his first couple of cuts, but…
