dress to impress…

or at least to keep the rain off

yes, Arlo really is singing Singing in the Rain.

future essay topics

- how to make food that sticks to spoons so your baby can eat it (now a little passe but worth revisiting)

- teletubbies vs in the night garden: benevolent(?) controlling god influencing innocent creatures vs fly on the wall documentary

-how to make your child ‘say’ the word cat when he thinks by ‘say’ you mean ‘sign’.

amnosure

I’m not sure who this blog is for. Especially since no one knows about it and therefore no one is reading it. If a blog exists and isn’t read does it really exist? If it falls down in a forest does it make a noise?

Good day with Arlo – watched runners, went to park, had patatas bravas in tobacco factory, walked to new house, walked to steam train via South Bank Centre where there was a dancing class he watch and damn near joined in with, saw a fire engine, went on steam train home. All this with the remnants of a cold.

His word count is shooting up and today was a day of doing words. Singing, running, dancing, jumping, marching.

House is exchanged. A weight is lifted. We hope to see it tomorrow and start planning. More lists will ensue and finally finally we will have a house. We’ve been six months between houses, but it will be longer still before we get to move in. And then it will be worth it.

And then we’ll get a camper van as well.

or high water

Disregarding flood warnings down Bugbrooke way my folks made it to the Cotswold Wildlife Park today and great time was had by all. Very nice place – particularly since it’s not over-run by touirists (horah for the rain). Arlo went to town (OK not literally) on the train that runs around the park, he pointed at monkeys, he watched the gibbons and he loved the puddles.

We had to distract him from the train with small fluffy goats and chasing my dad who’d run away with the pushchair. Feel breathless just laughing at him let alone keep up with his dashing around.

Yesterday saw Ian and Helen and Brian at the cafe and Arlo was in seventh heaven cos not only did Ian sit next to him as instructed, Ian produced a small laptop computer on whch he could view the In the Night Gardon website. He shoots he scores!

We also went around the Organic market in Bristol while the heavens opened and the rain shot down. I discovered my hat was indeed entirely waterproof while the SuperDry jacket does NOTHING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about stopping clothes underneath it from getting wet. However, it did redeem itself by drying out and becoming Superdry in a matter of minutes during a break in the weather. 

NOW I understand…

punch the air brilliance

There are days and there are days. Today was a day.

Took Arlo swimming and after worrying a little as Makka Pakka (stuffed toy) had to stay in mummy’s locker rather than coming to the pool, he soon got the gist. Indeed he soon wanted to just go swimming without the help of either of us. Absolutely fantastic – Arlo’s not been near a swimming pool for what must be over a year. We tried to take him while in London but he fell asleep in the car on the way over and we ended up just looking at the torrential rain from our car in the car park. It was like a Scottish holiday – several Scottish holidays come to that.

Arlo is now prepared for his swimming class on Monday. 

We then went to the farm shop for veg – Arlo regarded the young man (lord I sound like I’m forty sometimes, don’t I?) and observed: “Man, Boots, Jeans”.

We then went to Sainsburies – mainly for tins – and Arlo revealed he can say Onion. All very impressive. Plus he didn’t go to sleep before tea AND he still had time to get everyone to dance to Reuben Gonzalez before bed.

Like I say, there are days.