For much of this week I still had gastro - so not fun. Constant, unremitting nausea, and two very energetic kids. It's over now, thank goodness, but I wouldn't wish it on anyone! Despite my sickness, we had a busy week, with trips to the neighbourhood park as well as Mollymook park, a trip to the library followed by a bakery treat, as well as a visit to the Ulladulla markets where I managed to get into a verbal scuffle with a rough towny woman. The kids were happily enjoying the jumping castle, and Carmie was on the very top of the slide area when I heard her saying, "Don't push me, don't push me!" and then some horrible boy pushed her in the back and sent her flying off the top of the slide. She was terrified, and she could have seriously hurt herself. I stepped in and reprimanded the boy, and then some woman came and told me I couldn't talk to someone else's child like that (and he wasn't even hers!). I was so angry. Luckily the jumping castle staff took over the reprimanding and got the nasty boy off, but I think the incident has permanently scared Carmie of any more jumping castle fun.
This week at school they managed to lose Arley's wubbies (dummies/pacifiers), which are his lifeline. I was pretty mad at them. We were dreading him going to bed that night, but he was OK. The next day, the wubbies were returned to him, but we have convinced Arley that he is too old for them, and promised him a train in return for cutting the sucker off the end of the wubby. So, he chose Dennis (of the Thomas the Tank posse), and when the train arrives, that will be it for the precious wubbies. I am sure that we will have a few sleepless nights, but it will be worth it in the long run as they are messing with his front teeth a bit.
Arley has gone backwards in his potty training. He didn't have a single accident over the week-end. But the past few days have been a mess, and I am so sick of wee and poo. We are going to revert to a rewards system again, because right now it goes like this: "Arley, do you need to do a poo?" as he runs into his room for privacy. "No, I'm just going to play with Scruff". Two minutes later, and Arley is covered in wee from shoulders to socks, and is walking around with a giant crap in his underpants. It makes me want to scream!!!
Carmie, for the most part, is an angel. She has gained all of her weight back and more, and seems remarkably healthy (knock on wood!). She is reading to us every day, still loves to paint, and doesn't mind a bit that her little brother repeats literally every thing she says, a beat behind her.
These three photos are from last week:
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