This is my second post for my Project 365. Capturing a photo and a memory (or two) for every day of this year.
Adam took Finley out to the dreaded soft play in the afternoon (he doesn’t seem to hate it as much as I do). They were gone for a few hours and I just stayed home with the baby. She’s mastered grabbing and rolling now so is pretty chuffed with herself. I think she’s going to be moving around as quickly as she is able because she is such a nosey baby. Always wants to be upright, looking at what’s happening and whose talking.
First day back of school, I thought Finley might have a little wobble about going back to school after two and a half weeks off but he was fine. His biggest concern was many how house points he was going to get for his homework and the three books he had read. Apparently they had hot dogs for lunch which was far better than the ‘gusting’ sandwich I made him for tea. Thanks kid, you are welcome.
Tuesday night I managed to get some blog work done. My post about renting where we live had been picked up by Mumsnet the day before – which was nice to see. I’ve been featured by them a few times in the past – they love a hint of controversy don’t they? I remember my post about a three year old Finley not yet being potty trained was picked up last year as well. They love a good rant but then so do I…
About ten minutes after I took this photo I realised that Finley is possibly ambidextrous. He was using the laptop mouse in his right hand as that is how I had left it set up for myself in the day but he seemed to be struggling with some actions. So I moved it over to the left side and it was easier for him. However, he will colour with his right hand but eat (fork/spoon hand) with either. I’m going to watch him more closely over the next few weeks and ask his teacher what she thinks. It’s no big problem but might explain why he’s been getting so frustrated with learning to write. He’s been really into his phonics and learning the letters – sounding them out and doing all the songs and actions since he started school but the actual writing down of letters and words seems to get him all flustered and pissed off. Perhaps we are all trying to get him using the wrong hand or perhaps he doesn’t even have a preference yet. Or perhaps he is four, gives no shits and would rather be playing with dinosaurs..
Smiling even though she has a cold. She always drinks less when she is under the weather and we’re going through about ten bibs a day with all the snot, dribbling and her reflux issues. I reckon we own about forty bibs, I kid you not.
Injection day for Niamh, here she is sleeping in the waiting room blissfully unaware beforehand. It was her last batch until she’s one, thank god because I really hate taking her. I know its for the greater good but she just cries and cries and it makes me feel so mean. She still has her cold but was generally fine all day but a bit grumpy in the night and this morning (now Saturday) she has been very sensitive particularly to loud noises or being moved about. No fever though, touch wood.
Finley had a sleepover at his Nanny’s last night, so Adam and Niamh have gone out this morning to collect him. I’ve stayed home to tidy the upstairs. The state of our bedroom has been driving me nuts for weeks, it’s all the baby paraphernalia everywhere. We are picking up her ‘big’ cot tomorrow (got myself an eBay bargain) so I’ve just spent two hours moving our bedroom around to make space for it. She will sleep in our room until she is at least six months because she will be sharing a room with Finley and she’s got to be less disruptive before that can happen. I’ve also got the bathroom cleaned and organised #smallwins.