Whilst I’d made a long list of plans for the half term, I have put them to one side for the time being as both J & E began their holidays with a bug. Having spent the weekend resting and recuperating, I’m hoping that we can get things back on track and get out and about whilst we have the time together.
E spent the majority of the weekend either snuggling on the sofa or glued to my side, I hate seeing her unwell and other than cuddles and Calpol, there’s very little else I can do.
Despite being a little under the weather, she was adamant that she wanted to go swimming on Sunday. So after a fifty-minute drive, with at least two stops (one of which I almost drove into the side of someone due to sheer exhaustion – whose cruel idea was it to change the clocks on Mothers Day?!) we got ourselves into our swimming costumes and went through to the pool. We were then informed that a child had unfortunately been sick whilst in the pool, the lesson was therefore cancelled as the pool required a deep clean. It was a total waste of a journey, but I was quite relieved as despite E’s determination to swim, she simply wasn’t well enough bless her.
After a quick detour to deliver presents for Mothers Day, we had Sunday Lunch at the in-laws, we then came home, where E returned to the sofa with her blanket and her bunny. She looks a little better today but has continued to complain that she’s suffering with stomach ache. I’m wondering whether she will be up for a trip out to celebrate Paul’s birthday tomorrow, so to play it safe I’ve kept Wednesday clear as a backup plan.
J on the other hand seems to have battled against his bug and has come out of the side. He’s such a little warrior, a ninja warrior according to the above photograph.
J spent his weekend riding his bike with his Dad, drawing yet more comic strips, playing on the Xbox (360 should you be wondering), creating a city of train tracks in the living room, building dens and doing what boys do best – making a whole heap of mess.
I cannot believe how quickly this little lad is growing up: one moment he’s watching Bob The Builder on CBeebies whilst bouncing on a beanbag and the next, he’s stretched across the entire sofa hooked on American teen shows such as Hey Jessie and Bizaardvark. Suddenly, Adventure Time and Scooby Doo seem all the more appealing. I’m well aware that it won’t be long before my little boy becomes a teenager, he’s already working on the attitude…
How is it that kids grow up so fast these days? J’s nine (almost ten as he keeps reminding us) and E’s only five, yet they both seem years ahead of their time.
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