Sunday, 25 July 2010

Post the porridge, a game for two players

AG has a game we have to play several times a day.

What you need to play, is two separate food dishes, one should be something nutritious and well balanced, and the other something she actually likes to eat.

The game is, whilst she noshes on the yummy dishes, you try to post in the nutritious.

AG's part of the game is to stop you by closing her mouth in time or spitting it out with bonus points for covering people and surfaces with the unwanted food.

I'd like to say it's fun game, but all I can say is it's a game.

Now, what's the best way to remove dried food from walls without removing the paint?

Saturday, 17 July 2010

girls just wanna have fun

AG like most modern girls has a gym membership, it allows mummy to have some time in the gym to herself whilst AG chills out in the crèche.

The other thing AG uses it for is the soft play area in which accompanied by whatever relative is to hand she climbs, tumbles, eats and throws herself around.

Often she meets up with other children she knows, however we're going to have to keep an eye on her as last time we found her kissing one of boyfriends, with tongue!

I thought you didn't have to worry about this till she was a teenager?

Well, as the song goes ...girls, they just wanna have fun..

Wednesday, 7 July 2010

The price to pay for a nice long sleep

Ck had a long trip out to the countryside yesterday, whilst AG had hours and hours of sleep during the long journey each way.

sounds a blissful way to travel with a child? well, there was payback.

AG didn't settle last night until an hour after normal and this morning was wide awake over an hour and a half earlier than normal.

At this rate of sleep deprivation Auntie G won't have any problem sleeping on the plane on the way home tomorrow!

Monday, 5 July 2010

Should I be cycling now I'm a dad?

Normally I cycle to work, today I didn't.

On my way to work, on part of my cycle-route to work, I heard, then saw, a cyclist seriously injured by a motorists who wasn't looking as he crossed the opposite traffic flow.

Luckily, for him, the ambulance station is close and my fellow commuters immediately rallied around to help, though I can still hear him crying "my neck, my neck".

My question to myself is am I being fair to AG by continuing to cycle and putting the fate of her father in motorists hands?

It reminds me of the poem

Here lies the body of Thomas Grey/ Who died defending his right of way./ He was quite right as he sped along,/ But he’s just as dead as if he’d been wrong