A new phase

Small has entered a new phase of learning – I’ve spent the whole day answering “why” questions. I’m hoping this won’t take desperately long to pass, he’s very inventive in his curiousity. Why are they called windows, anyway?

Yesterday we finally got around to putting the big tent out to air. Today we took it down and flattened out the groundsheet, which absolutely stank to high heaven. I mopped it a couple of times, and let it air out in the sun, and then we folded it up and put up the new slightly smaller tent. Quite surprised at how spacious it is, and how quickly we put it up, even with it being the first time.

Kids spent loads of time scootering and skateboarding again, really impressed at how well they are doing. Small hasn’t got the hang of turning his board, but I’m not sure he really weighs enough to turn it well.

Big painted a pottery pig that she got last Christmas I think, and Tim went out to do the shopping. Oh, and she’s been reading, one of the pile of books that Jan lent us the other day. This one is Tottie: The story of a doll’s house, by one of my favourite authors, Rumer Godden. She really seems to like it, which is good to see, she doesn’t usually read much during the day so this is rather a departure from the norm.

Since we’d got the tent up, the kids obviously wanted to sleep in it. They’d pretty much bedded down when the next door neighbour’s party turned into acoustic guitar music. Not quite sure what set Big off, but she suddenly had an absolute panic attack, wailing to come inside. Wailing, but not moving, and not using the intercom phone we’d given her. Given that they are six feet outside the (open) back door, we heard them immediately, but she then decided she was going to stay outside. (Small slept through all of this.) Anyway, I’m going out to join them in a minute, can’t face the idea of her having another go like that at 3 in the morning, and not remembering how to contact us or where to find us. Actually, it might be slightly more than a minute, given that Tim’s just started another Survivors (we’ve already watched one, and one Numb3rs as well) and poured me another beer.

Really wish we’d made it to Kelmarsh, but given that I’ve not got over the side effects of the abx that I got for the infection after the miscarriage (it’s been a really excellent few weeks) don’t think I’d have enjoyed it nearly as much as those who are there. Next year maybe.