So happy! Not only is Bethan now fully potty trained, she can also wipe the seat down of her Fisher Price 'toilet' with the Dettol wipes and put some toilet duck under its rim :-)
Only joking - April Fools!!! There's 6 minutes left until midday and I couldn't resist. Besides I'm bored. Stuck in the car on the M6 Southbound on the chevrons that are supposed to keep 2 cars apart (yes, like that's going to happen) and thought I would have a go at writing my blog.
Had a top Easter weekend with family and friends. Highlights include: a trip on Tommy the tram; shopping in the city; Bethan's first wide-eyed visit to the Disney Store; eating tapas and drinking good wine; James getting more confident in his intrepid crawling adventures; laughing and spending time with the Kirwins and the Sheldons; celebrating Easter services in the church I grew up in.
Lowlights include: 1. A near death experience; this happened when my mum convinced us all that a road which we were crossing to get to Deansgate was 'No Entry'. That was until a taxi came hurtling around the corner and nearly took us all out. Thank God Rob is nippy with the pram and buggy board. 2. James the Ripper's Pooey Bum: James' perchance for ripping up the weekend supplements and envelopes and then eating them meant that the two Easter Sunday poos were challenging to say the least. Sat in the snug in the Club changing his bum was a rite of passage for our son as all Kirwin descendants have been privy to that experience (Rob said it was more like a rite of a back passage). Anyway, the various bits of coloured paper that we found in the nappy told their own story. Rob said that all James needed to do was swallow some sticky back plastic and it would have come out gift wrapped. 3. Saying TTFN to our loved ones.
Had to laugh before we left my mum's this morning though. As my dad saw us packing our car with way more stuff than we actually needed he said, "Good Lord! No wonder you got a bigger car!".
This made me think about a beautiful Indian Summer during October half-term 1984 when my parents, three older siblings, myself and a week's worth of food climbed into our white Austin Allegro (equipped with a roof rack) and travelled from Manchester for a holiday on the Norfolk Broads. One of my earliest memories is when we all had to get out of the car so my dad could drive over the bridge at Wroxham because the car couldn't take the weight. No one batted an eye-lid as it seemed like the most normal thing to do.
Like I said, I couldn't help but look in our car this morning and giggle when I saw all of the crap stuffed into the back. If I took out Bethan's portable DVD player and asked her to play with a pack of cards she would look at me as if I was daft. On the other hand, James would probably be in his element because he could rip them up and eat them.
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Friday 8th March 2013
It's so good to be going home to Droylsden to celebrate Mother's Day with m'mam. It is a shame, however, that my little town which is 3 miles from Manchester City Centre is now synonymous with a spate of hideous gun crimes.
However, the spirit of the place and the people is still very strong and I can't wait to catch up with everyone during this brief visit.
The journey so far has been relatively calm but definitely entertaining. I'm not sure if it is a blessing or a curse to have one of those small rear view mirrors in front of the main rear view mirror which gives you a blow by blow account of what your children are getting up to in the back seat.
So far I have seen Bethan picking her nose whilst watching Toy Story 2 again (yes, yes we gave in and bought one of those portable DVD players. I know we are terrible parents depriving our children of eye spy games but seriously, we can't see anything through this bloody fog. I just want Rob to concentrate on the road and not what may or may not be behind the pea soup 'beginning with 'T' in front of us).
I can also see Sherman (after the tank and my new nickname for James) planning his escape. Every now and then he tells us what for as if to say in babble speak, "Are we nearly there yet? I'M BORED!!"
However, when he goes quiet, I look into the small mirror and see him rubbing his hands, crossing his chubby feet, looking carefully around the car and letting out an evil genius laugh. All he needs is a white fluffy cat and a grey Mao suit and bang! we've got our very own Blofeld on the back seat.
I had second thoughts about giving him his little toy hammer that rattles but he can't use that to escape surely? It's a Ford Grand C Max not Shawshank prison.
As well as the back seat shenanigans we have the erudite and annoyingly condescending sat nav lady telling us that "there are traffic disruptions on route" Rob is screaming, "No crap Sherlock! That's why my car hasn't moved in 10 minutes!!". Talk about rubbing salt in a very raw rush hour traffic wound.
Now the car is moving but very slowly and James is getting more wound up and vocal. Rob has told him that we are nearly there but for some reason our 10 month baby doesn't seem to understand this and is getting more and more fractious.
No! No! The smell of poo is emanating slowly from the back seat to the front seat. Which one of them is it and will we make it to Droylsden in time before mini Blofeld takes us all out as we hover around Meddow Hall????
To be continued...
However, the spirit of the place and the people is still very strong and I can't wait to catch up with everyone during this brief visit.
The journey so far has been relatively calm but definitely entertaining. I'm not sure if it is a blessing or a curse to have one of those small rear view mirrors in front of the main rear view mirror which gives you a blow by blow account of what your children are getting up to in the back seat.
So far I have seen Bethan picking her nose whilst watching Toy Story 2 again (yes, yes we gave in and bought one of those portable DVD players. I know we are terrible parents depriving our children of eye spy games but seriously, we can't see anything through this bloody fog. I just want Rob to concentrate on the road and not what may or may not be behind the pea soup 'beginning with 'T' in front of us).
I can also see Sherman (after the tank and my new nickname for James) planning his escape. Every now and then he tells us what for as if to say in babble speak, "Are we nearly there yet? I'M BORED!!"
However, when he goes quiet, I look into the small mirror and see him rubbing his hands, crossing his chubby feet, looking carefully around the car and letting out an evil genius laugh. All he needs is a white fluffy cat and a grey Mao suit and bang! we've got our very own Blofeld on the back seat.
I had second thoughts about giving him his little toy hammer that rattles but he can't use that to escape surely? It's a Ford Grand C Max not Shawshank prison.
As well as the back seat shenanigans we have the erudite and annoyingly condescending sat nav lady telling us that "there are traffic disruptions on route" Rob is screaming, "No crap Sherlock! That's why my car hasn't moved in 10 minutes!!". Talk about rubbing salt in a very raw rush hour traffic wound.
Now the car is moving but very slowly and James is getting more wound up and vocal. Rob has told him that we are nearly there but for some reason our 10 month baby doesn't seem to understand this and is getting more and more fractious.
No! No! The smell of poo is emanating slowly from the back seat to the front seat. Which one of them is it and will we make it to Droylsden in time before mini Blofeld takes us all out as we hover around Meddow Hall????
To be continued...
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