Wednesday, May 31, 2006
And so I have just spent 3 hours ironing - I knew learning 4 languages and spending 5 years studying for an MA degree would make my life more fulfilled :-( Anyway, I have one question to all the housewives, househusbands or general dogsbodies of the world. Where do all the socks go? With a family of 5, my washing machine does maybe 8, maybe 9 loads in a week (shocking, no? No wonder I spend my every waking hour at the ironing table) but somewhere socks go missing, some great sock-eating creature from outerspace stalks its way around my house and eats single socks. Today's basket contained a record 15 individual unmatched socks. Is that possible? I checked under the beds, the couches, in the washing baskets, behind furniture but they have vanished. They have simply vaporized! Could it be that the children accidentally came home from school, or swimming or whatever wearing just 1 sock - surely I would have noticed - surely they would have noticed? Even the baby has joined in! Please, I beg you, somebody tell me where the hell do all the socks go????!!!
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Scanning old photos to upload on to flickr, I came across drawings I had scanned in that the kids had done before they started school at 5. I remember one rainy day in the October of 2001, when Marcel had just turned 4, I gave him a book of fine art, told him to find a painting he liked and draw it for me to see if I could guess which one it was he had chosen. I was surprised how simple it was to work out given his age! Compare it here to the original and see just how much attention he'd paid to detail. I think the portraits on the bedroom walls are particularly sweet!
I'm scanning the Internet for articles on child development. I know as a mother of 3 I shouldn't need to but Léon is definitely not following the normal expected pattern: both Marcel and Charlotte learned to sit first, at 7 and 6 months respectively, then to crawl at 10 and 9 months, they said their first intelligible word at 11 months, then to stand around 12 months and finally to walk at 14 months.
Yesterday Léon was 8 months old. He's been standing since he was 4 months old, and is crawling backwards now, and has been since 7 months but he won't bend in the middle and refuses point blank to even attempt to sit. Watch this space to see if he is the first kid to walk before he can sit! Do I have another potentially stubborn little Charlotte on my hands, I wonder?
Monday, May 29, 2006
Decided to take my kids on a day trip to the Safari Park yesterday. Maybe not the best idea given Charlotte's inexplicable dislike of almost all animals...anyway we'd seen the rhinos, the elephants and the lions and I didn't think things were going too badly. How are you enjoying this I asked her. I'm a bit disappointed she replied - haven't seen a single Ferrari!
Guess she thought a trip to the Ferrari Park would be similar to being a spectator at the Monaco Grand Prix :-) The setting is pretty though.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Marcel and Charlotte decided this morning they need to buy some Yu-gi-oh cards off the internet. (Is there a single adult on the planet who understands Yu-gi-oh? The mere mention of the name has me cowering in a corner hoping I won't be asked to participate in a 'duel'!) They cost 50p. 'Where's the money slot on the computer', Charlotte asked when we came to paying for the cards, 'and where do the come out?... from the scanner???' She was appalled to learn they'd be delivered in a week's time by snailmail :-)
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Tonight while making dinner I decided to listen to some music. Now I was in a funny mood and didn't fancy any of the usual cds scattered around the kitchen so I went through a pile of really old things and happened upon an old Simon and Garfunkel tape I hadn't listened to since I was an English assistant in France in 1987. Feeling nostalgic, I stuck it on and sang along word for word...why is it that your brain remembers song lyrics for 19 years word perfect but when you try to remember what you are meant to be working on in, say, the office, it is impossible even after a break of just a weekend? ;-)
Monday, May 22, 2006
Found an interesting one of my Granny, Jean Stirling (26-02-16->06-09-84)- she obviously wouldn't have minded being a zodiac monkey!
We lost her when I was 16 to a brain tumour - my first real experience of death - I guess I grew up that year :-(
And here's the first Phyllis Buchanan (29-07-17->30-01-68), the woman who gave me her name when she died the week I was born (pictured here with my dad). I know nothing about her unfortunately, but hope I'll learn it all one day when dad finally lets me read his book.
I couldn't have a photo of Granda and not have one of Gramps, Matthew Stirling (23-03-21->27-02-97)(aka Beermat because of his fondness of all things alcoholic!) He and Gran looked after me every Friday night till I turned 16, or rather Gran did while Gramps staked out the local pub then rolled home at closing time with a bar of Fry's Chocolate cream for me and Derek. I never found it in my heart to tell him I hated that chocolate!
I also have very fond memories of being driven about (he was a terrible driver) in the back of his plumber's van, sliding from side to side sitting on the spare wheel surrounded by smelly bits of old toilets! (Seatbelts weren't compulsory in the 70s, in fact neither were back seats - patently!)
I'm looking at my Blog Profile and I learn I'm a monkey: Zodiac Year: Monkey. Do I have to be a monkey? Can't I apply to be something else? A tiger, a dragon, even a rat? I profoundly dislike monkeys (long story probably too disgusting for this page ;-) - tho I might key it in if anyone shows an interest. I'm NOT happy!
Thomas - you are turning me into a nerd! I only got a blog id so I could comment on your blog (it was compulsory) and now here I am sitting typing nonsense for the world to ignore, filling up cyberspace till it overflows! (How do you get the flickr photos down the right hand side?)
A photo of me with my granda William Buchanan(29-02-16->22-04-90) taken in 1968 (Don't I look like Léon here?) He died as the result of a housefire during my university finals - which wasn't much fun as I was his next of kin at the time with my parents on holiday abroad :-(