I gifted myself a day off writing a post so here's a weekend overview and another photo montage (I really am getting very lazy).
The sunshine this weekend really helped everything feel a bit more normal - on lovely weekends we can very often while away a day in the garden and relish not having to see anybody.
In fact at one point on Sunday I completely forgot all about the lockdown and then, when I remembered, I felt like it had slammed into me and ruined the moment. Bloody Covid.
Anyway, the weekend largely comprised eating, makeovers, hotel construction and visits from mythical creatures dragging whacking great £2 coins behind them.
1. One of the challenges set by Henry's class teacher was to make a mini-beast hotel. Both he and Andy love nothing more than messing about with drills and nails so this was the perfect weekend task. But I swear if Henry asks me one more time whether I think there's any bugs in his hotel yet, I'm going to have it closed down by building control.
2. Bella has been shamefully ignored in the last couple of weeks - Henry's school work has taken precedence, while Bella's instruction to 'do some lovely colouring' is getting quite tedious even for her. So on Saturday I promised a bit of Mummy and Bella time when I would paint her nails. Which led to Henry having his nails painted. And then Bella gave Xander a makeover. Everyone is very happy with the results.
3. To my immense relief, the tooth that Henry has been wobbling for the last week came out at bedtime on Saturday. (I am pretty squeamish and he would push it almost horizontal with his tongue, then position his face inches from my eyeballs.) It's his first tooth to go and he has been waiting so patiently for this day! Most of his friends have been at least four or more baby teeth down for a good year, and he would ask once a week when I thought he'd lose his first tooth. There was a brief window of time when he tried to apply the 'if I don't brush them they might fall out sooner' strategy but of course we assured him he'd get no money for bad teeth.
4. We ate. And ate. And ate. In the week Henry asked if we could have 'breakfast like we have at Nonna and Papa's one day soon'. I thought he meant he wanted slightly stale own-brand Bran Flakes but then he clarified it involved 'sausages and orange juice' so I ascertained he meant a Proper Brekker. Whenever the whole clan gathers at my parents' for a special occasion - Christmas/Easter/their birthdays - we'll have one of those lazy brunches with the whole nine yards, including Black Pudding and about three-dozen eggs scrambled over 45 minutes by Andy or my brother-in-law, Q, much to Dad's consternation. The kids will, of course, just eat the sausage, toast and OJ, but Henry was keen to recreate what is obviously a special meal to him. Except I forgot to buy juice so they had a carton of out of date apple juice each from the back of the cupboard.
Then on Saturday night we had a pizza take out from Oscar's in the village....
And on Sunday we had a bbq....
But Xander was more than content with his first taste of watermelon. Happy as a sand-boy.
5. Elsewhere there was arts and crafts (yep, we made Christmas characters on lollipop sticks) and a little nutrition, just to counter all the carbs.
6. And finally, for those who enjoyed Day 15, we saw on his care home's Facebook page that Trevor had, indeed, enjoyed a sumptuous looking cake on his birthday.
So that was the weekend.
And now it's on with the school work. We have decided not to stop home schooling* for what is officially the Easter holidays, as it's the only thing that differentiates the weekend from the week.
(*By home schooling we mean 20 minutes Maths, 20 minutes reading and a handwritten letter to someone he misses. That'll do. )
Wish us luck....
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