251 + 147 Weeks

There wasn't too much drama this week, thank goodness!  The kids had a sleep over at their Lolo and Dida's house, which they were very excited for.  They love to get spoiled :)  Poor Carmie fell out of bed in the early hours of the morning, and banged up her nose and her eye on the bedside table.  And she woke Arley up with her crying, and he refused to go back to sleep.  Arley had kept Carmie up the night before by singing Father Finger (his all-time favourite song), so they didn't get too much sleep.  So, I don't know how keen the grandparents are for another sleepover, but we thought it was a great success (we had a good night out)!

Arley caught a cold this week, but it wasn't too bad.  He was a little grumpy, which is to be expected.   He is finally being nice to his dad, for the most part.  No more screaming for his daddy to go away!  It makes life much more pleasant.  We didn't get up to too much this past weekend - just some playing out in the street, and lots of gardening.  Jeffrey cut down two giant conifer trees, two bottle brushes, and two large bushes, from our driveway area a couple of weeks ago, and since then, my parents and I have been planting a new garden, and I am desperately trying to keep it alive.  I am not known for my green thumb, but so far, so good.  Arley likes to come out and water the plants with me in the early evening.  He has become quite handy with the hose.  Carmie is still as sweet as ever.  She has gained so much weight, she likes being outside again, and she is reading like a champ.  The two of them love to have 'disco dance parties' in her room - it is very cute, and really nice that they are starting to play together.

So, the kids' Nema and Grandpa Clark were supposed to be here from the States today, but they missed their plane, so fingers crossed they arrive tomorrow.  Arley has an appointment with the paediatrician tomorrow, so we won't be around to welcome them.  He told me today that his legs are better, that they are not 'wobbly' any more, so hopefully that is the end of it!

Jeffrey's grandfather Dale passed away last week.  Jeff is quite sad over it, and I am sure his mother (Nema) is too.  Dale was Arley's namesake, although we found out that he didn't spell Arliss the way we do (ahem, Nema, you told us the wrong spelling!).  Apparently Dale spelled his name Arlos.  We were quite upset when we discovered this fact, as we don't love the name Arliss (we love Arley though!); we just called him that because it was Dale's first name!  We are not sure if we should change Arley's name to the correct spelling or not.  Is anyone in favour of a name change from Arliss to Arlos?  We're undecided :(

Proud as punch to be potty trained :)

It's all about the curtsy these days.

Laughing with his dad.

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