2. Singing In The Sycamore Tree
3. Sweet Dreams
A blast from Son 2 aged 17m last night as I went to bed. I find that hard. If I’ve worked and finished after 10pm it can be way after 11pm before I go up. The last thing I need when I just want to go to bed is the Loudest Baby On The Planet cracking the plaster with the force of his yell. However. I got him back to sleep in the cot… I left him awake (YEEEELLLLL) and he didn’t disturb me for the rest of the night.
I woke just before 6am and tiptoed downstairs. Unloaded dishwasher silently. No chinking cups at all allowed. It wakes Son 2. Coffee. I made the boys their snacks and drinks, and headed upstairs at first light. I stopped off in the lounge and sat in the window. Metallic skies with paintbrush dabs of dark grey in wide swathes… the shining, flat river, with a long, single ship at anchor half way across, the reflected light from its windows forming straight lines down on the surface of the water. Still, peaceful, tons of birdsong. I rang The Man. And then heard a child’s voice upstairs. I went up. The light was on in Son 2’s room, the fan was switched on. Son 2 was lying face down, drowsy in the cot. Son 1 aged 4y 5m was sitting in a “W” on the double bed and looking very pleased with himself.
Home again late, well past Wonder Nanny’s leaving time. She’d done the baths, the teeth and put them in pyjamas. “No worries!” she always says brightly. If it were me I would SEETHE. She had mended the broken Gormiti. The Man had arranged for a new Magmion to be delivered to the house, and it was being dropped off, together with a new Series 2 Gormiti as I got back. Son 1 went for the Series 2. A Forest Person. Can’t remember the name, but it’s vulnerable and anxious and attacks by suddenly being sick on you. Not unlike Son 2. Son 1 and I had a mature and mutually-respectful little Learning Discussion about why he wanted the new Magmion when he had already helped himself to the new Gormiti. Oh all right then, we didn’t. I called him a Greedy Pig and said he’s not having any more new toys if he can’t be nice when he gets a treat. He said he won’t ever buy me anything for my birthday and then I will have nothing. I said I wanted him to come upstairs for bed. He pulled the mended tail off the old Magmion. “Best Friend can have this and I will have the new one.” He lay quietly in bed while I put Son 2 down to sleep so that he can have another star on his chart tomorrow.
