Making stuff
on Jan 31 in General by Dan
We made crowns this morning. My phone camera can’t truly capture the glittery glory of our masterpieces. I underestimated the size of my head slightly so the back is held together with strips of paper which detracts slightly from the majestic feel but what can you do. We’ve also made a pizza for lunch although I put feta cheese on it instead of mozzarella so it was a bit runny. Amy seemed to enjoy putting all the toppings on it though so we’re going to make it again for Kerry when she comes home tonight.
Amy had another tantrum yesterday evening. For some reason she didn’t want to come back from nursery. She made such a fuss that I’m convinced that the staff were on the phone to child services as soon as we left. It reminded me of when I used to work with a woman with downs syndrome. I went with her to her job at a florist once and as soon as we walked through the door she said “You’re not going to hit me again are you Dan?”. Obviously I’d never laid a finger on her – in fact I think it was my first week there. The professional way of describing her behaviour would be that she was testing the boundaries of our relationship, but I prefer to think of it as her being a cowbag.
Anyway, this is only the second major tantrum Amy’s had. It took her about an hour to calm down. Both times it’s been when I’ve taken her away from a situation where she was enjoying the company of others her age. Maybe this is the start of the terrible twos, I hope not. She’s been lovely today though.
I’m back to work again on Thursday, and I’m doing five days in a row which is going to be a bit draining. At least I’m not going to be triage for a few more months. I still don’t understand why they won’t let me retire on full pension – after all I’m 30 tomorrow.
Related posts:
- Making a leap
- What would you do if I sang out of tune?
- The day after the return
- Change of plan.
- My three reasons for being
« « How to make the most of your savings| It’s only TV but she likes it » »
Happy birthday, Dude!
Nice crowns. Happy Birthday for tomorrow.
Time flies…
Happy Birthday.
Happy birthday! Crowns are great. Tantrums are horrid. But they pass.
Again and again…
Happy birthday for tomorrow. Those are splendid crowns.
The terrible twos give way to the truly terrible threes, which give way to the fearsome fours, which give way to the fearsome fives which give way to the (p)sycopathic sixes, which give way to the sadistic sevens, which give way to the egotisitical eights, which give way to the naughty nines which give way to the, etc, etc. You get the picture from the father of a sixteen year old….