Thursday, July 30, 2009
Danny got me up four times overnight and barfed this morning. I didn't think it was too bad as he did it while I was contact lense-less. Then I put them in and said "wooohhh". He ate his breakfast though and seemed okay, so I took him to daycare. He has his 6 month visit this afty at the Docs so it's just a half day. Selfish of me probably but I can't cope with 2 sick kids today.
Jack hacked his way through the night with a dreadful cough and seemed to struggle to breath at some points. So even less sleep for me because I kept listening for him taking ragged breaths. It was frightening. He's currenty at work with me but not sure how long I can keep a 3-year old satisfied in my workplace before he goes nuts. Sometimes I nearly go nuts.
To top it all, I have had an upset stomach for two days and Craig said this morning he feels a cold coming on.
SO, anyone wish to socialise with us this weekend? No? Didn't think so.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
He was wearing his red plastic raincoat with monsters on. The hood is peaked and makes him look like a pixie. His bare skinny legs were protruding from the bottom and he was wearing his blue dinosaur crocs on his feet.
He was waving his inflatable space sword at the sky and singing "rain rain go away, come again another day!"
I thought "yep, he's better"
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Craig's mates came over Friday night for a BBQ and beer but other than that we've been a bit anti-social. I like that sometimes, want to hole-up and not see anyone. It's weekends like this that I wear clothes I'd never wear in public like sweat shorts and scruffy t-shirts. I did venture to the park several times and once got caught in a fierce storm but it was fun to get really soaking wet with Jack and we treated it like an adventure.
Talking of adventures - did you ever read "Lord of the Flies"? Well, the children from the book were at our park tonight, along with their 12 siblings and parents from hell. They took Jack's toy and would have grabbed his bike had their mum not half-heartedly intervened. It was twenty kids and three adults not watching the little savages play. Craig asked Jack if he wanted to go and get his toy back and he said "no, they're too scary". When I heard that I thought "too scary? If you want to see scary watch your mum turn into a Liverpudlian again and sort these muppets out". Fortunately, the toy got returned voluntarily before it got ugly. I was a bit miffed too as I said a cheery "hello" to one of the mums and she snubbed me. Totally looked right at me and blanked me out. The good thing is that I've never seen them before so hopefully they won't be back. Our little park is a haven for the kids and for us to meet parents from the community so I hope these idiots don't keep coming and spoil it for us. Okay, rant over. It does make me feel better to write about it.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
My favourite time with him is in the morning. He never cries but will lie in his crib and babble till I go in to get him. When he sees me he kicks his little legs like mad and grins at me and as I pick him up he shoves his face right in mine and grabs my neck hard, like a hug. Makes me go all funny just thinking about it. My favourite thing about him at the moment is his hair, which has grown like crazy this week. He has light blonde hair now, in a little mohican right down the middle of his head. Just the right length for burying your face in.
I really love these boys of mine (yes yes yes you're saying, after three years of you gushing we get the bloody picture). I just wish all kids on the planet could be loved like this but I know that's not reality. Just this week a 5-week old girl in Ohio was rescued from a home where rats were eating her alive and had already taken two toes. It's unfathomable to me, totally vile and horrific. I wish I could stop it all but I suppose the best we can do as parents is to make our own kids decent human beings and try and put the other horrible stuff to the back of our minds.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
It doesn't help that people keep sending us English chocolate. Good people of Britain - stop it, please. I know you send it for the kids but me and Craig eat it. And yes I know that's stealing from my children but they don't know any different and besides, I'm saving their teeth. And let me tell you, Jack does not need a sugar buzz - he's already nuts.
So far I have lost a measly 30 lbs, put 4 back on and now trying to lose another 40. WW is going okay but I'm not as gung-ho as I was last year about it. Last year I had the willpower of a saint. This year I have the willpower of Roseanne Barr. I even snook a piece of pizza off Jack's plate today while he wasn't watching. Bad bad mummy.
Friday, July 17, 2009
After we left the terminal yesterday I took Jack to the roof of the parking lot and we waved at the first plane that took off, shouting "Goodbye Grandma and Grandad!" Little did I know that they were actually close by at their gate, watching us from behind tinted glass windows as we waved frantically at "their" plane leaving.
Today they are home safe and sound, drinking tea and digging out their warm cardies (it's cold and rainy in NW England). Now we have to work out how to Skype each other.
Our next visitors, Craig's mum and dad, arrive in eight weeks time. Time for me to get rid of this knot in my stomach before it jumps right back in.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
- Crossing the mighty Mississippi River
- Singing as loud as our lungs would allow to "I am the music man" and seeing Jack's beaming face in my rear-view mirror
- Talking about family history with my dad & Sheila
- Watching Jack talk to his dad on the phone and say "I love you" before he hangs up
- Getting 500 miles done even though I was on my chin strap
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Wild Bill Hickok and Calamity Jane's graves are side-by-side in the Moriah Cemetery, along with a few other local characters (prospectors, brothel owners and the sort). Wild Bill was shot in the head in Saloon Number 10 while he was playing poker. About 4 x day they reenact it around town so there's gunfire going off all the time. Jane was my kind of woman - she rode, shot, swore and drank like a man, worked as a truck driver, scout, entertainer in Buffalo Bills Show and finally as the housemaid at the local brothel. I think I'd have liked her.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Miles: 300 (1,450 total)
State: South Dakota
First highlight of the day: Jack fed Prairie dogs & they fascinated him. I was more fascinated by the rattlers and fire ants – both lurking close by. That’s one very good reason to live in England. You are definitely at the top of the food chain. No chance of being killed by alligators, bears, scorpions, tarantulas, snakes, or spiders.
The gorgeous “Badlands” are nestled at the top of the Sioux Reservation & they deserve their name. Pioneers must have come over the brow, seen them and thought “Bugger it, how on earth will I get my wagon over this?” We wound our way through them and stopped by a little reservation town called Interior to buy some food.
The Sioux reservations in South Dakota are desolate, there’s no other word for it. People live in trailers and cars and poverty smacks you in the face everywhere you look. In Interior, we thought this jail was a joke, but it wasn’t. The water plant and local school were no better. Field boundaries aren’t made from heavy-duty wire like they are in the USA, but of old sticks and bits of lumber. Road signs are peppered with bullet holes. It makes you feel ashamed that Native Americans are living like this, but it is a complicated situation. The Fort Laramie treaty of 1868 gives ownership of all these lands to the Lakota, but a lot of it is American now and there are official national parks (Badlands, Mount Rushmore etc.) and other established American communities. The Supreme Court has offered $500 million in compensation but they have said no – they want their lands back. What is the answer? I have no idea. All I know is that I walked around the Wounded Knee Museum in Wall, read the stories of the massacre and the trail of tears and I felt depressed for a long time after.
Sitting Bull’s assassination is particularly sad. After they killed him they hid out in his house where they found his 14-year-old son hiding behind the curtains. They dragged him out and he begged for his life but they killed him anyway. Not surprisingly, there are boxes of tissues at each stop in the museum.
Tonight we are in Deadwood, an old wild-west town that was booming in the 1880’s with gold prospectors. Saloon Number 10 is where Wild Bill Hickok got shot while playing poker, and he’s buried in the local cemetery next to Calamity Jane. Our hotel was built in 1903, and is just oozing with nostalgia. As I’m typing this I’m looking at large pictures on the wall of local tribesmen riding their horses over the Badlands. This is the real deal and a definite holiday destination if you love the history of the Wild West.
Monday, July 06, 2009
Sunday, July 05, 2009
I'll try and post as I go along, depending on how exhausted I am as I'll be doing all the driving (Craig and Danny are staying home). I'm taking toys, books, treats and the grandparents - hopefully this will amuse my 3-year old between car naps.
Wish me luck!!!
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Deciding where to seat his friends
Batman, Captain Hook & Spiderwoman
Our English garden party, complete with triangular egg & cress sandwiches (success!), sausage rolls, cheese & pineapple sticks, and cakes