Pages

Subscribe: Subscribe to me on YouTube

Thursday, August 09, 2012

Not another Mars ice cream...


It's enough to drive a small boy to despair. Mummy's never going to reach size zero at this rate.

Of course, in our house we don't have such luxuries as ice cream desserts. Our freezer's stocked with gruel and roadkill. But fortunately there's an oasis of sweet treats just along the coast in St Leonards. It's like a soup kitchen for the homeless obese. And it's run by my parents.

So we decided to head on over there yesterday evening for some chocolate-based TLC. To be honest, it was just one of a number of excursions I've embarked upon in the past couple of days. It's important to give children a variety of experiences in life, so having taken Amelie to Lidl quite a lot recently, I changed tack on Tuesday and drove her to Asda instead. She did her best to persuade me to bring Toby too, but as I explained to her at the time, Daddy's a well known figure in the community, and it's important for him not to have a nervous breakdown in a supermarket, otherwise his patients won't respect him.

So I left the baby at home, and did the big weekly shop with the small difficult child. She managed to melt my heart on the way though, when she turned to me in the car (I probably should have strapped her in better) and said "I've got the best baby in the world". I didn't really want to hear those words for another thirty years, but when she followed them up with "Nobody's got a better baby than Toby", I couldn't help but go aaahhh...

Following the success of that little outing, I decided to double the stakes yesterday morning by taking both children into work to show them how Daddy plans to support his family for the next twenty years. Unfortunately, the lady who does the lottery wasn't there, so I had to show them my job instead.

It was worth going though. Toby was held by a total of seven different people, which was nice (although they all insisted on giving him back), and I received this card from my colleagues...


It contained a generous gift voucher which is valid in thousands of shops nationwide, and should ensure that I don't have to spend any money on Lisa's birthday present this year. Assuming there's enough credit left after I've bought myself something nice. I'm considering two nights alone in a Travelodge.

With the office party over, I dropped Amelie off at nursery for her annual sports day, which was promptly cancelled due to the weather, before returning home and deciding that what we really needed was a change of scenery. Preferably with ice cream. So at 5pm, we picked up Amelie, and the three of us drove over to my parents' house.

We were able to leave my Mum holding the baby...


... while we inspected the new garden swing they've installed out the back. It has a weight limit of 40kg, so Amelie should be ok for another year. With such advanced childcare facilities, it seemed rude not to let her stay for a couple of nights, so we dumped Amelie with her grandparents (she's never been so pleased), and returned home late last night for a bit of peace and quiet.

At which point Toby decided he didn't want to sleep any more, and kept Lisa up all night. I think we dumped the wrong child.

4 comments:

Zed said...

You're loving every minute, aren't you dear heart.

Phil's Mum said...

I was under the impression there were FOUR of you in that car when you arrived.  You haven't already started accidentally leaving Toby behind when you go places, have you?  You have to learn to keep counting heads once you get beyond one child.

Phil's Dad said...

...especially as you have already managed to lose Amelie in our local Asda!!

Phil said...

I think I'm going to ignore all these comments.