It’s fairly unusual for me to post at the weekends these days, I know, but the girls are both in bed, the Lovely Melanie is sat downstairs watching Grease and then Cocktail, so…here I am.
We’ve had a great weekend thus far (it being a bank holiday weekend we still have tomorrow to go – yay!). Saturday saw us pottering about the garden for the most part. We got my old tent out and put that up out the back, mowed the lawn, repotted some flowers and sowed some more seeds in the vegetable patch – there being a space following an unexpectedly early radish harvest (all ten of them).
eBub has not been terrifically well: her cough – the one she’s had for the past couple of months, the cough that sounds really alarming when you hear it, but which only kicks in at night – had gotten worse so the Lovely Melanie took her to the doctor’s on Friday. The doctor wasn’t absolutely 100% sure what’s causing it, but has given the eBub a salbutamol inhaler to take for a while to see if that clears it up. There’s a special tube with a little mask at one end to help us administer it, and eBub has an odd relationship with the thing already: when she sees it come out of its paper bag home she’ll reach for it by herself and put the special tube+mask to her face, smile and open her mouth, just as she’s supposed to.
But when you give her a shot of the inhaler she really doesn’t like it very much.
She’s been a bit up and down since the doctor’s anyhow; Grandma and Granddad came to visit us today and at times your eBub has seemed a bit sorry for herself; however, at other times she’s been fine. We went out to see Millie’s new school this afternoon, then onto the local shops where we stopped for ice cream and beers, and eBub just could not settle down. She was wriggling and grizzling and being a right pain – until we put her behind Millie’s dolls’ pushchair and let her push that around. When it was time to go she pushed it halfway up the hill back to ours!
And Millie – you may or may not recall the problems we’ve been having trying to teach her how to pedal properly on the bike she got for Christmas. Basically, Millie is as stubborn as a mule and refuses – to the point of outright hysteria – to pedal the way normal human beings do. The Millie Method is to push with one foot halfway round then reverse the pedals so the same foot is back at the top and push down again.
It’s painful to watch.
Anyway, on the way home from the shops she decided to sit on the little tricycle Amber had ridden there…and she pedalled it perfectly! No tears, no Special Millie Way of doing it (for Special Millie Way read Stupid Ass-Backwards Method). We’re going to have to get her back on the bike ASAP and try that again…
Weren’t we talking about the eBub though?
Back at ours, you’d never have known Amber had the slightest thing wrong with her, what with all the yelling, laughing, walking and generally rolling about having a whale of a time.
Her favourite thing in the whole world at the moment is rolling about on our bed being covered with pillows: having them piled on top of her so she can fling them all off, roll on her back and cackle like an insane comicbook supervillain.
One of Millie’s favourite things today was the swing we managed to put up for her in the woods behind our house. We didn’t buy quite enough rope so it’s a bit too high off the ground, something which I thought would’ve straightaway worried her…
Always ready to surprise you is Millie though: she loved it!
Tomorrow, the weather’s supposed to be even hotter than it was today and we’ve got some ill-thought out plans to go into town and see some stuff in the British Museum. Not because I think either Millie or Amber will be particularly enthralled by it, but rather because I like museums, museums are free, museums are indoors out of the sun and museums are a change from our house in Bexley. Plus, if you go anywhere in town on a Bank Holiday weekend there’s inevitably tons of stuff to see and do – just in case our oh-so-worthy museum idea is a washout.
If I’m being completely honest, there’s also a kind of feeling that I want the girls to know that they do live in the nation’s capital, even if right on the edge of it; so visiting the centre on a regular basis is my feeble two-fingered salute to the idea that we live in a dull, middle-class part of suburbia.