School expects so much more from the students and the parents these days. Is it too much, or was it not enough in previous years?
I dragged the kids to the high street after school yesterday. In Lidl, my 17-month old boy was waving at an elderly gentleman. The man waved back and beamed, ‘what a gorgeous baby girl.’ I smiled kindly. This has become a regular occurrence. My little boy has beautiful curls, which I am loathe to cut (though I have trimmed his fringe). People keep telling me what a pretty boy he is. Is that not a compliment? I’ve promised my husband that we can take Dubz for his first haircut next week. I know it will make him look like a big boy. Boohoo. I will miss those baby curls.
I was doing my usual in bed/needing to get up but don’t feel like it perusal of Facebook, and most of my American friends have posted pictures of their weekend trips to the pumpkin patch. For those of you not from America, we don’t buy our pumpkins from the supermarket or the fruiterer. We go to a pumpkin patch, which is basically a big field where they grow pumpkins. Sometimes they have little rides for the kids. But pumpkin patches aren’t just for families. Single people, couples, friends, most people get their pumpkins from them. I can’t explain it, but it’s fun.
We moved last year, and though we are still in Southwest London, we are bordering on Surrey. I think this may be the year we can find a sort of pumpkin patch. I’m sure there are a few places in Surrey that have masses of pumpkins to choose from. I’d really like to go look at a bunch of pumpkins, pick one or two out then come home and carve it. It is what I did with my parents, and I would like to do this with my children.
Is anyone else planning to get pumpkins to carve for Halloween? Does anybody know where I can find a pumpkin patch-type place in Surrey, not too far from London? If there is face-painting, my five-year old will be really sold on the idea.
Check out these American celebs at the pumpkin patch. Looks pretty fun, no?
I feel like my first post should be filled with great insight or stories so hilarious that make you fall off your sofa. I suppose that many of us have this need to interest or amuse. If you didn’t, you probably wouldn’t write a blog. I’m also writing because I had my second child last year, and after a one-year maternity leave I resigned. I haven’t worked since April 2012, but technically I have been unemployed since April 2013. Or rather I am a Stay-at-home Mum, not unemployed. But I am starting to worry that my brain is rapidly deteriorating as all my thoughts seem to focus on my children.
This post is starting to remind me of the first episode of any new show. It has to lay down loads of background, so it’s not that interesting. Forget it, no more background. You’ll catch up in your own time.
Am I the only person who has difficulty remembering words or find that completing a sentence can take minutes? Is it old age? I am 38, surely that is middle-age. Or maybe it is a result of those two children who take up my thoughts and worries (yes, the dreaded baby-brain). Or maybe my mind is so focused on school projects, the PTA and balancing a budget for a family of four on one income that I don’t have time to worry about complete sentences. Yes, that must be it. Maybe I’ll take up Sudoku.