Archive for January, 2006

Making stuff

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Dan
at January 31, 2006 in General. 1 Comment

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.

The day after the return

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Dan
at January 27, 2006 in General. 3 Comments

We came back from Center Parcs early. Only a day early but for some reason it felt like a bit of a failure. Amy was ill, some sort of virus that gave her a temperature and a rash that, judging by her occasional proclamations of “I’m scratching!”, was a bit itchy.

I’m sure given different circumstances it would have been an ok holiday, certainly worth the £200 we paid for four nights. However I wouldn’t want to pay the full price summer rates, it’s just not that nice. The cabins were the main let down - all grey breezeblocks and you could tell the interiors were ten years old. The toilets interested me though (ass oddly they always do) they were a strange shelf design so you could see your turd laid out for you before flushing it away. I should have taken a photo (minus turd obviously). Even for one as predisposed to turd examination as myself it was a bit disconcerting.

Anyhow, we came back yesterday. Amy had the biggest tantrum I’d ever seen when we made her come away from the play gym into the car. Mainly due to a combination of her extreme tiredness and her really enjoying herself and not wanting to go. She made a friend that was very sweet to see, but a little poignant at the same time. One of the blogs I regularly read (in fact the main inspiration that made me start this blog) once said something about the sadness that goes along with the knowledge that walking along with her Daddy wont be the most important thing in a little girls life forever. That’s why I’m doing this I suppose, to try and record the time when it was.