I’ve long been teased by G for my apparent belief that all domestic failures can be fixed with sellotape and string. It now appears that this might be genetic – as we keep finding the Microbe elbow-deep in the coffee table drawers, rummaging for sellotape or glue to mend things with.
The other day G found him halfway down the stairs “repairing” a small wallaper tear with pritt stick. Alas the pritt stick that he chose was not the regular kind but the extra-strong ‘hulk’ version which comes in a gruesome shade of green. (It now looks as though someone has smeared a big green bogey halfway up our stairs.)
In other colourful news, it is “yellow day” at nursery on Thursday and parents have been issued with a dictat to dress our microbes in yellow. Unfortunately the only yellow item in the Microbe’s wardrobe is his raincoat. Lets hope it rains.
On Friday it is the big 3! (Well, alright, the not-very-big-3.)
Birthday boy is going to be packed off to nursery as usual because his mother is evil. Cue the annual quest-of-impossibility to find a shop-bought cake that dares to declare itself “nut free” on the packet.
Last weekend we had a toy & book cull in readiness for the avalanche of Amazon boxes. It’s not an easy feat, convincing the boylet to get rid of stuff, but we did eventually freecycle two large bagfulls – one of toys (goodbye Gymbo the clown) and one of lesser-loved books. Really we could have done with a double-sized purge.
I shall be spending this Friday preparing the catering and other last minute faffage for his children’s party. Kindly wish me luck. We appear to have acceptances from 16 microbes and, if there’s one thing I’ve learned of late, it’s that nothing unleashes a child’s inner brat like a “special treat”. The more fun you throw at them, the more likely they are to cry. It’s 100% true and scientific, look…
So… in a week that involves presents, cakes, parties and a special trip to the zoo, I fully anticipate the arrival of “little Joffrey” by Sunday afternoon.