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15 Oct

On Friday we left the house at 9:30am and didn’t get back until 5:30. Just the two of us. Adventuring. God, but it was exhausting. Fun, but exhausting.

Our first port of  call was the mall, to pick up my contacts. Of course there was a potty emergency and he didn’t quite make it to the loo. Not to worry. I had an emergency set of clothes. “Now would be a good time to get his hair cut”, I thought. There’s a kids’ hair salon in there. And his hair was starting to get into one of those knotty messes that are embarrassing and may or may not signify a “bad mother”. Negotiations were entered into. Fifteen minutes outside the salon. He was insistent that he did not want/need a hair cut. Waaahhh! Despair. Time to carry him in. He became comfortable in his surroundings within seconds. And the entire thing was painless. Bribes, in the form of lollipops are the way to go, if you’re wondering. He did baulk a bit when the clippers yoke came out, but I hugged his head and he was grand. He wouldn’t let the stylist blow the hair off him with the blow dryer, so he was covered, completely covered in hairs.

Emergency pants had already been dispatched. What to do? To the shop. To buy some shorts. Now, I don’t know about your child, but I don’t bring mine to the shop when I need to buy things. We generally hang out in the toy section, making a nuisance of ourselves pressing buttons and whatnot when it’s raining. “We” are incapable of going into a shop, buying xyz and leaving without some kind of madness. This time though? Success! Three pairs of shorts at $2 each. Score! And no one got lost. No fixtures and fittings were damaged. Whoop!


Kitted out with hair-free shorts and we were off. Let the adventuring begin! To the farm! Of course he fell asleep on the way there. But I had a book and sat in the car for a half an hour and let him rest. He woke up delighted. We had some lunch and headed to the maze. It was as hot as hell in there. Thankfully, I have the most outgoing kid on the planet. He found a 7yo boy and said “Will you help us get out of here? Us is lost. Look, my Mom is here to keep me safe.” (I laughed inside at that). So following the two of them at the speed of light, I made it out. Of course, he wanted to go back in. I did not. “My boy will mind me” he said and ran like the wind. I was torn between following him in (and getting lost myself) and staying out, heart in my mouth.   It was over 6 feet tall and very confusing in there. He was in and out in minutes. Three or four times. He started to turn a bit pink. Thankfully, the tractor appeared. Pumpkin time!!

We picked out the one he deemed “perfect” and toted it back to the farmstand where we picked out a lot of random fruit and berries. The phrase “kid in a candy store” comes to mind. I have never met anyone to get as excited over fruit. We lugged our haul to the car and headed back for an apple cider (not the kind with alcohol). Things started to get a bit mad and crowded then, so we headed to the park.

There’s one just down the road, just off the beach. He had great fun for a little while. Some older kids showed up though, and started picking on him a bit. He was trying to play “Superheroes” with them, but for some reason they started throwing sand at him. And the poor fella, he has a very strong sense of right and wrong, so he was indignant more than anything. I thought it best for us to go. He had taken “agin” those boys, so anything they did was “bold” as far as he was concerned.

Homeward bound, it’s just past 4 and traffic is mental. A mere five or so miles down the road and I hear “I need to wee”. Off the highway I go. Looking for somewhere to stop. We had passed a park about a mile back, so I head in that direction and wee make it to the loo in time!! (It’s the small things). And we can’t stop at the park without actually playing, so play we did.

Then it was really time to head home. And we missed the traffic! Bonus!

Luckily, dinner had been cooking away in the crockpot all day and was practically ready for us, as soon as we got home. Because everyone knows you can’t haul home a pumpkin from a farm without decorating it within the hour.  Which is what we did.

Halloweened out

28 Oct

Mummy Mad is hosting an Autumn craft and activity ideas carnival-type thing (I’m not up on the old lingo, so excuse me if I have gotten this wrong). Anyway, it’s a great list of things to do with bored kids. And while I was there I discovered this great idea. Shadow art. Brilliant! And timely, because the Turtle has become extremely interested in shadows recently, or “shade-ows” as he calls them (he has an interesting little accent going on, part Irish, part South Carolinian, part Californian and honestly, it’s downright odd). Either way, making a “shade-ow” picture was a great way to spend a morning while the Hubby was catching up on his sleep. The Turtle even got to try out his new scissors. So a success for him, no matter what way you look at it. Sadly, a two year old mad to show off his scissoring skills does not an intricate and beautiful shadow picture make (nor does using thick crayons to draw around cookie cutters, but ho-hum). We’re proud of ourselves nonetheless and gave it pride of place on the sliding door (unfortunately I didn’t think this through and almost squished it when I tried to open the door, but it has been rescued and put up on the only window wide enough to hold it and it is still admired, sporadically, by the Turtle as he whirlwinds through the house).A fabulous end to our Halloween crafting. Yes, there is time to do more, but I’m Halloweened out.


2 Nov

I was reading on the t’interweb the other day about how Hallowe’en was evil. As a result, by dressing my child up and handing out sweets I was helping to perpetuate evil or something like that. Now, I always thought that Hallowe’en was when all of the spirits – good and evil – visited the earth for one night of fun and debauchery. Evil spirits were warded off by people dressing up as “evil” things and good spirits were welcomed with fruit and nuts and brack and the like. So the “evil” element of the whole thing was more prominent as it was more visible. Dressing up as witches, ghouls and goblins served a function. It warded off the spirits of axe-murderers and the like who might harm your family. Thus, there is a preponderance of people roaming around the streets in witch and ghost costumes on Hallowe’en night. Sweetness and light has a job when it comes to scaring away evil.

Then, November comes along. The month where Catholics, at least, pray for the souls of those in Purgatory (or the recently deceased). I won’t be convinced that there is no relationship between the proximity of these two on the calendar. We celebrate Hallowe’en and the next day we pray for the souls of the departed. Hallowe’en is NOT, in and of itself, evil. I do, however, find myself wondering what it has become in the last twenty years, since I last “celebrated” it. It was all store-bought costumes and mute kids with bags held open, expecting the moon and the stars to drop out of my candy dish. There was no joy in it. No excitement when their costumes were admired. Nothing. Just over-anxious parents crowing “Did you say ‘Trick or Treat’?”; “Say ‘Thank you'”; “Come back here and say ‘Thank you’!” ad infinitum. We gave out about 10lbs of candy and I resented almost every single piece, just because of the lack of joy, the lack of fun and the “Is that all?” attitude. I was glad the hubby talked me out of making hand-made treats – “Parents won’t let their kids eat handmade sweets, they could be poisoned or something.” (I researched this a bit, and it would seem the only kids poisoned by Hallowe’en candy were actually poisoned by their own parents!)

Maybe next year we’ll batten down the hatches, turn off the lights and have our own fun with the traditional games like ducking, bobbing for apples and the like. And next year I’ll be more prepared and I WILL track down the ingredients for a barmbrack. What’s more, I WILL have it  ready in time for Hallowe’en. Who knew you had to soak the fruit overnight and leave the brack for a couple of days before eating it? And one more thing, I WILL help the little turtle make a costume for himself, before he starts to think of such things as embarrassing or something. Me? The things I make? Never!

Before I let my snobbery run away with itself though, he did look good this year. October 285

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