Not forgotten!
I’m still trawling through the hundreds of photos we took whilst we were away last week and will post up a holiday/birthday report soon!
I also have a whole pile of photos on Flickr
I’m still trawling through the hundreds of photos we took whilst we were away last week and will post up a holiday/birthday report soon!
Tonight we’ve put a one-year old to bed and tomorrow we’ll be woken up by a two-year old. Where does the time go? Sarah had a few tears as she put him on his cot. Tomorrow may include a cable car ride and lots of running around. Whatever it brings, there will be cake.
We’re off for a week’s holiday in the Peak District. If only to help Mathew get over his stir-craziness. To him, eating wooden cheese and bacon is normal. I blame his mother.
Still no joy on the car front. Sarah’s got a crappy car from the garage. More a desperation than a courtesy.
Mathew was fast asleep when I arrived at nursery this evening. He was still asleep when we got home and stayed that way until his tea was ready! I reckon it’ll be a late night tonight. Oh joy.
Cars & ToastWe set about trying to eat the contents of the fridge and freezer before it either went off or defrosted to such a degree that it couldn’t be used. To our shame we chucked a lot of food rather than risk food poisoning. A whole bag of mini babybel cheeses grated onto a tin and a half of beans was the final straw. However, we were assured that our new fridge freezer would be delivered on the 12th.
On the 11th, the radiator on Sarah’s car blew. Plus we discovered that her insurance company had cancelled her policy because her previous employers had not given them enough info on her no claims bonus. They say things happen in threes. Still, at least we would have our new fridge on Saturday. Curry’s even rang to confirm the day and address for delivery.
Saturday came and went. Nothing was delivered. With a little help, we even got our broken unit out onto the pavement to make collection even easier. But they didn’t turn up.
I rang Curry’s on Sunday to find out what happened. After their usual spiel and empty apologies I cancelled the order. Sarah had found another, identical fridge from someone else, cheaper and guaranteed for next day delivery.
After a quick phone call to Appliances Online, and a 24hr wait, we finally got our fridge freezer. Mathew didn’t seem to notice the drop off in the quality of what he was being given to eat, only the lack of yoghurt. Milk and wine were kept outside in the cold so we didn’t end up chucking loads of milk away.
Last night we left the fridge to settle and drove over to Manchester to collect a load of train stuff for Mathew that we’d bought off ebay. This morning, after a good night’s sleep he was happy to be back to normal, tucking into toast and playing with his cars before getting dressed for nursery.
It’s only 9.45 and since 8 we’ve managed to put about £5 in his money box. OK we’ve only got about 10p in coppers but it’s been through that money box that many times…
Woke up on Saturday to an exploded fridege/freezer. Oh well we were going to get a new one when we got the extension built. Just have to be a year early. Spent most of Sat driving round shortening our shortlist. Finally decided on the make and model today.
Sarah moved the fridge out and swapped it for the dryer (I still dont see how the drier will freeze stuff) unearthing a whole load of dust and muck. Mathew helped mopping the floor before tea, bath and bedtime.
Sarah was working late last night so, after dinner (stuffed pasta with a cheese, ham and onion sauce) I put Mathew in the bath. He brushed his teeth and I washed his hair before I got him out and dried him off. I’ve put Mathew in the bath before and I’ve got him out but never at the same bathtime!
After he was dried off, powdered, and pyjama-ed, I put his slippers on and we went downstairs to read a book until Sarah got home. It wasn’t lang until she was home and, whilst we were chatting in the kitchen I became aware of a coffee-smell. I looked down and mathew had manged to unscrew a bottle of coffee-flavoured Baileys and attempt to drink it straight from the bottle.
Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you look at it, he hasn’t got his mother’s bottle to mouth co-ordination yet so most ended up down his front, on the floor, in his hair, basically everywhere. I don’t think he actually drank much. He certainly didn’t act more intoxicated than usual anyway.
All my bathtime good work was undone in an instant. We stripped him off and flanneled him down and put fresh PJs on him. The floor was cleaned and Mathew put to bed. Just before he was put in the cot, we had a power cut. By we I mean the whole village, and the village across the valley. At least we had candles! The power came on again around midnight so at least the freezer contents were spared! That’s the reason bathtime photos weren’t uploaded last night. I’ll do them tonight.