Shopping, children, and bedclothes...
Dec. 30th, 2014 09:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylAnother shopping trip, this time to allow mater to check out warm tops — she'd taken a shine to one of mine and wanted something similar. After a certain amount of fussing about we managed to get what she wanted and got home in time to meet my sister, who was dropping off one of her offspring while she went for a manicure.
After lunch, I went off to read while C settled down to play with his toys: Shredder and Leonard from the new Turtles movie, a pig-man, and a bear called Alfie. He also played a pretty creditable game of Snakes and Ladders, doing far better than he had on Christmas Day when he'd been too over-excited to really get into it.
With my sister's return from the nail bar, we indulged in a bit of impromptu farce involving the baby. Unimpressed by his size, my mum tried to convince my sister to take the boy to the clinic. My sister rejected this out of hand on the grounds that after four children, she already completely familiar with weight curves and thought the whole business of seeing a professional was a waste of time.
Instead she decided to get out a roasting tin, pop it on the kitchen scales, and then put the extremely unimpressed baby in the tin in order to weigh him. The result, both funny and cute in equal parts, showed that he'd gained over a pound in the last few weeks and was getting on nicely.
With the departure of my sister and the on-going cold weather, I finally managed to persuade mater to see if she could locate a replacement for the 30+ year-old duvet on my bed. Annoyingly we found a replacement with ease, making me wonder why I've been stuck with the horrible combo of a thin duvet and a old bedspread for the last decade when there was something better just waiting to be used.
After lunch, I went off to read while C settled down to play with his toys: Shredder and Leonard from the new Turtles movie, a pig-man, and a bear called Alfie. He also played a pretty creditable game of Snakes and Ladders, doing far better than he had on Christmas Day when he'd been too over-excited to really get into it.
With my sister's return from the nail bar, we indulged in a bit of impromptu farce involving the baby. Unimpressed by his size, my mum tried to convince my sister to take the boy to the clinic. My sister rejected this out of hand on the grounds that after four children, she already completely familiar with weight curves and thought the whole business of seeing a professional was a waste of time.
Instead she decided to get out a roasting tin, pop it on the kitchen scales, and then put the extremely unimpressed baby in the tin in order to weigh him. The result, both funny and cute in equal parts, showed that he'd gained over a pound in the last few weeks and was getting on nicely.
With the departure of my sister and the on-going cold weather, I finally managed to persuade mater to see if she could locate a replacement for the 30+ year-old duvet on my bed. Annoyingly we found a replacement with ease, making me wonder why I've been stuck with the horrible combo of a thin duvet and a old bedspread for the last decade when there was something better just waiting to be used.
