Lovely Day

It has been, overall, a really quite lovely day. It's had its moments though, trust me.

I took a letter with me to nursery when I went to pick Ben up, letting them know that he would be leaving..... I've enrolled him in the preschool opposite my house, for just the one morning a week as we do now. Cheaper... and it looks good in there. I liked it when I had a look round last week. We'll see what Ben makes of it. He's getting better at language so I'm sure he'll be able to tell me what he thinks soon enough.

I've a choice of blips too - all of them pretty rubbish shots, apart from the chocolate (which I bought from a shop which I went into for the first time today - a sweet shoppe, with an almost reverential hushed atmosphere, the walls lined with chocolates and sweets, pure diabetic heaven hehe!) which was a good picture, just a bit boring.

There was the wood pile which I chopped with an axe and mallet this morning and am quite proud of myself for doing so. It's now burning nicely on the fire, having sat in front of it for 3 days drying out.

Then there's the Special Rabbit picture: Ben has formed quite an attachment to my Special Doggy. Special Doggy is the most cuddleable soft toy, and he's mine, and he's special because Steve bought him for me last Christmas. But maybe he smells of me, and apart from being utterly cuddleable, maybe that's why Ben loves him so much. Anyway there is a need to find a similarly cuddleable toy for Ben. We bought Special Rabbit today and although she is not as cuddly as Special Doggy, Ben clung on to her and within 5 minutes was fast asleep in the wrap. He's stopped doing that so much these days, he tends to wait until he can literally no longer keep his eyes open before giving in in the wrap - which will be 2 minutes before we reach the front door usually - rather than closing his eyes and snuggling in and just going to sleep. But Special Rabbit was a perfect pillow and off he went. A good memory of the day. Ben wouldn't let me take her picture though, he wanted to go to bed and wanted to cuddle her. I just about managed.

And there's the happy picture, of Ben pouring water over his head in the bath. Somehow I convinced him to do it, and he decided that it was so much fun he had to do it again and again and again! He normally just tolerates the water being poured on his head so for him to do it by himself is a big thing. Rubbish picture though, despite its happiness.

And then, there's this one. Of the little twirling angels I bought today. Probably for a pound, I forget now. Hugely cheap, pure Christmas tat, but they are twinkling and twirling away and making me smile. They are the only piece of Christmas decoration we have up. And there won't be any more going up until Ben and I get back from Manchester on the 19th, either. No point, Steve's going to be making mess doing house fixer-uppering. But then, I will be cleaning and tidying and sorting and making space and possibly even going up into the loft myself to bring the decorations down, I might have to ask for help getting the tree down though. And then it will feel like Christmas at last.

Steve has gone out for curry and beer with the dads from our little NCT group, so I suppose I ought to be wrapping presents while I have the chance. I wonder if I have any little bottles of wine anywhere....