No one told me that having children would be like become a doctor. Out they pop and BOOM; you become a pharmacist, a doctor, a nurse, and in my case this week I have become a fabric cleaner. The reality is you get repetitively vommed all over and then you have to spend the rest of your life cleaning up stained carpets, curtains, bedding and clothing in your house.
Wilber is sick...again... DULL!!! He is well with it and continues to smile, unless I am trying to put him to bed, so yet again THE DANGEROUS CLUB FOR BOYS was in question this week. BUT 3 little lads made it in the face of most of their friends also being ill....
The activity was going to be the classic, 'Hitting thing with Sticks' but the weather was so glorious and the puddles so entertaining, we actually just walked though the countryside. The boys... as seen in the picture also took great delight in scaling a large gate to look at the deers. 3 of Santa's little helpers, peering in, trying to get their heads around why the little horses had huuuuuuuuge things sticking out of their heads?!!?!?!?! We explained that they were 'deers'.... they were thrilled that in '20 sleeps' these little creatures would fly through the sky with an old bloke called Santa to deliver them some presents.... not an odd concept at all, huh?!!
We had the usual BabyCinos at the end and Wilber decided to unleash his stomach contents and thus abruptly ended another DANGEROUS CLUB FOR BOYS... in a rather gross way. But in truth, I was delighted that we had overcome illness to be there and that Tiger's new fleece trousers had kept him warm enough to not make him go blue.
I write this with 2 tired little boys asleep in their room... thank you sunny fresh day!!!!
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