rmc28: Rachel smiling against background of trees, with newly-cut short hair (Default)
Last weekend we made a family visit to the inlaws in High Wycombe, for some low-key hanging-out time together for the cousins to play together and the adults to gossip.  It was Too Hot, but at least every train on the way home had aircon, as did the taxi.  We experimentally departed from Cambridge North, as we are roughly equidistant from the two railway stations.  Advantage: not going through the centre of Cambridge. Disadvantages: only one direct train per hour to London on the weekend, no cafe or shops (yet), slightly more expensive by taxi.  But it was worth conducting the experiment to be sure.

We all struggled with the heat this week.  This house does a good cross-breeze when such a thing is worth doing - this week that was usually from approx 9pm to 7am, so a lot of opening and closing windows and doors according to temperature and people being awake.  We acquired a standing fan to help. I did a lot of waking up about 5am to open things and then droop back on my bed waiting for the breeze to help. I think I'd be a lot less resentful of the lost sleep if I'd been able to be productive with the time, but no.

I went out to a PARTY yesterday and enjoyed catching up with people, and being introduced to Subjective Guess Who?  This is played using the standard board game set, but you can only ask questions which have no objective answer - some memorable ones from last night included "Have they ever played World of Warcraft?" and "Are they a morning person?".  The kibbitzing from the audience is the best part.

Going to the party was utterly self-indulgent given the state of my studying since the election. Today will probably not include much studying either, as plans already include: taking C to see Transformers: The Last Knight, attempting to get some sandals beforehand, getting in my weekly call to my mother before she gets on a bus to San Francisco, and making the cheating version of Tudor costume for C's class trip to Kentwell this week.
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Twenty years ago, I arrived in Cambridge with a carload of belongings to begin my (first) university degree.  I remember that partway down the M4 Mum & I realised that although we'd carefully put the bike rack on the car, we'd failed to also add my bike, which languished in Wiltshire for at least another year.[1]   I also managed to leave behind the welcome leaflet from the College with helpful driving directions, so we navigated through Cambridge on my optimism and hazy memory of walking around the place on two previous visits.  In retrospect I'm quite impressed Mum didn't drown me in the Cam.

Ten years ago I gave birth to Charles in the Rosie Maternity Hospital at Addenbrookes', by unplanned c-section after a day and a night in labour.

Today, shortly after 6am, Charles informed me he was ready for school and could he start opening his presents now?


[1] I ended up spending £65 with Chris the bike man on a 3-speed sit-up-and-beg bike with a good basket which I used for at least a year.  I can't remember what I did with it when I finally retrieved my own bike from home - my guess is I sold it back to Chris the bike man?


rmc28: (BRAINS)
As well as all the caring-for-sick-child, I woke up this morning with a migraine.  (I am only managing to type this with the brightness turned way down on my laptop.)  Not entirely surprising after multiple disturbed nights and higher-than-usual amounts of exercise, but entirely frustrating as well as painful.

I suppose ... at least I'm well enough to overdo things enough to get migraines?  The last one I had was in Bristol the week before I went into hospital last summer. 

*scales back immediate plans even further*


Right now I don't even know if I will be able to work tomorrow; plus I need to check with nursery about when Nico can return (I expect not until the antibiotics are finished, but not sure, and not going to cycle there to find out.)

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Argh

2016-03-16 09:59
rmc28: Rachel smiling against background of trees, with newly-cut short hair (Default)
I was over the cough enough by Thursday to work from home the rest of the week, and to take Charles around some Science Week things on Saturday, and to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] beckyc for Bolshoi Ballet at the cinema on Sunday (all of which kind of deserve their own post) and I was gently cracking on going to work in the actual office this week and then ...
  • I managed to take the only set of bike keys with me to a thing at the hospital yesterday afternoon, and Tony needed them to collect Nico from nursery
  • so I tried catching a bus back to work after the thing, which in theory takes about 20 minutes, and in practice after an hour in horrible rush hour Cambridge traffic I disembarked and hoofed at speed to the nursery instead, and got there 10 minutes before closing, go me
  • and then I managed to coax a 3yo to walk nearly 2km home, go both of us
  • I have an essay crisis this week and really needed to work on it yesterday evening, and the whole bike-bus-nursery palaver didn't help.
  • and then Nico would not go to sleep 
  • and then started crying like in pain and saying his ear hurt, and we checked him over for signs of illness and injury but found none
  • so we gave him paracetamol anyway, because he was in pain
  • and he did go to sleep almost immediately after that, and though he woke up an hour later pain-crying some more, he went back to sleep fairly quickly
  • and this morning he was his usual full-of-beans happy self
  • so this morning I took him to nursery and mentioned the ear thing
  • and got sent home with him because the rule is no nursery for 24 hours after a dose of paracetamol
And argh, I appreciate the reasoning, and I want the nursery to be as minimal an infection source as is possible with large numbers of small people with no sense of personal space, and I would hate it if Nico got suddenly iller and made the other children ill, but it was a sudden and unexpected inconvenience.  Mostly I wish I'd known/remembered the rule before I cycled to nursery and back.

Working from home while in charge of a healthy and active Nico is pretty difficult at the best of times (looking after an ill Nico is actually easier because he tends to be quieter and less mobile) so I am not even trying.  I have asked for an emergency day's leave instead.

(and it might mean I get something done on my essay? who can say)

rmc28: Rachel smiling against background of trees, with newly-cut short hair (Default)
In a stroke of genius, my inlaws Lucy & Simon bought matching jumpers for the four children. It took quite some effort to pose a baby, two toddlers and an 8-year-old together, and parents had to be in there too to settle them down, but here, see the cuteness that is my children and their cousins:

Four cousins and their mothers


We kept the jumpers on our two for the journey home. It's my experience that dressing them alike gets an "aww cute" reaction which gives us rather more slack for them being children in public. Anyway, the two of them in matching jumpers holding hands through the non-accessible bits of the underground was a sight to behold. If I hadn't been carrying a buggy up and down flights of stairs, I would have photographed it for you.

(In fact any way of playing up the "aww cute" is helpful, which I first realised during Eastercon when C was a toddler. We got a lot more approval and a lot less annoyed huffing when he was running around dressed up as dragon or spider than we did when he was "just" a toddler running around.)
rmc28: Face of toddler smiling (Nico2014-11)
On Saturday we went over to Beaconsfield and back to meet up with two of Tony's sisters plus spouses and offspring.  The travel was tiring and crowded (we managed to avoid the horrors of Finsbury Park, and were just stuck on a standing-room only train to Liverpool St, and just-about-enough-seats for all the other legs).  We were all rather zogged yesterday as a result, and I was very deliberately letting Tony sleep in as long as possible, and trying to keep the children occupied elsewhere.

Nico and Tony have developed a bit of a tradition on weekend mornings for Nico to "help" Tony with his morning cafetiere.  By about lunchtime, Nico had clearly decided Tony was slacking, barged into the bedroom and marched up to the bed saying "Come on Daddy, do coffee!"    I am afraid I was laughing too much to intervene as Nico ruthlessly pulled the covers off his father and repeated "Coffee, Daddy" until Tony emerged and got the kettle on.
rmc28: Face of toddler smiling (Nico2014-11)
I realised that although I have told several people this anecdote in person, I never got around to blogging it.

In the summer, the four of us went to Sheffield for a few days to meet up with my nephew the mustardseed and his parents.  On our last evening, we were having supper at their home, and Nico was bimbling around their garden and fiddling with a couple of pieces of smooth gravel.  All of a sudden I spotted him shoving one of these little stones right up his nose, just too late to stop him.

Luckily the children's hospital with an A&E was on the bus route back to our hotel, and we were shortly to depart in that direction anyway, so we just hurried up our departure, and I took Nico in while Tony and Charles continued on without us.  Monday evening in A&E is quite civilised and we didn't have to wait long before a nurse saw us and attempted to teach me how to blow the blockage right back out again.  It took me about a dozen tries and the supervision of a more senior nurse, but eventually I succeeded.  We were on our way again less than 30 minutes after arriving and I felt quite the hero.

The next day, at lunchtime, something reminded Nico of this, and he chattered excitedly to me and Tony about his visit to the hospital. 

I said "Nicholas, do we put stones in our noses?"

"Yes!" he said, grinning and nodding.  I sighed.

"Nicholas, should we put stones in our noses?"

He shook his head very solemnly. "No."
rmc28: Rachel smiling against background of trees, with newly-cut short hair (Default)
Scene: 8am today, nagging C to get dressed because we are already behind schedule for getting out to school. "Remember Mummy, I have to dress up as someone out of history!"

Argh. Flail. "Robin Hood isn't historical Mummy" (which cheered me). So we went for "wedding suit and top hat, you can be Brunel" except he decided he wanted to be a Victorian magician. So I made a top hat and a wand out of thick black paper and sellotape in about 10 minutes, and he got breakfast and cleaned his teeth and got to school on time. I was only a little late to work.

Charles, in outfit and brandishing his wand, on the stairs
rmc28: Rachel smiling against background of trees, with newly-cut short hair (Default)
 I sent myself to my room for losing my temper with the children and shouting too much.

I think it amused Charles, which is better than scaring him.

Tony promises curry shortly. If I don't have to talk to anyone for a bit I may even be fit company by the time it's ready.

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Charles wasn't thrilled to see me when I picked him up today, but we got home, and we avoided the temptation of shopping while cross with each other, and then he helped me put the bins out.

Then we got food-for-children on the go, and I had some consolatory chocolate ovaltine, and Jonny helped me wrangle children while Tony made delicious filling beans+bacon with truly luxurious amounts of butter and garlic. Charles talked to me some more about Christmas cards, but this time when he wasn't hungry, and we came to mutual understanding and agreement, and there were lots of hugs.

Tony and I had beans and bacon, and a mutual-support-and-venting conversation, and Charles has been reading upstairs, and Nicholas is being affectionate and chatty, and in general the world is a much better place than it was 12 hours ago.
rmc28: (OMG)
By 8am this morning I had already:tales of success and woe )

Why is there never any chocolate left?
rmc28: (charles2011)
This morning's conversation, sometime before 8am:

C: "A big boy at school told me his friend asked a doctor to cut off his penis so he could be a girl."
R: "Yes, that happens sometimes, when someone is very unhappy with their boy-body."
C: "I don't want anyone to cut off my penis."
R: "That's ok, doctors don't do that unless you are really really sure that's what you want."
C: [moves on to different subject]

I'm well aware of the enormous gaps I'm skating over there, but Charles is not quite five, and seemed satisfied with the answers. The oldest the "big boy" can be is eleven.

This is why age-appropriate sex-education in schools is a good thing, and it can't ignore homosexuality or transition. Children will talk about such topics anyway, and I'd rather they did so armed with facts rather than prejudice.

He's only been at school 2 weeks.
rmc28: Rachel smiling against background of trees, with newly-cut short hair (Default)
I decided to do something about the overflowing glasses cupboard while waiting for eggs to boil, and Charles helped me sort them into keep and get-rid. Later, after he'd finished his egg, he ran off into the living room, found the decluttering bags, and insisted we cull his toys too.

It's not the first time we've gone through his toys with intent to declutter, but the first time he's initiated it. I was impressed at his enthusiasm and also his decisiveness: barely any dithering, he knew exactly what he wanted to keep and what he'd had enough of. He probably culled about 10-20% by volume, which means the boxes in the toy corner are nearly full rather than completely overflowing, and a bit of floor space has been reclaimed.

After a few months without even trying to declutter, in the last week or so I've found some enthusiasm for it again. I'm pleased/amused at Charles's enthusiasm for joining in.
rmc28: (charles2011)
Charles fell off his new shiny bike with pedals and no stabilisers[1]. He's fine. We wasted precious NHS resources on a trivial accident endured the terrible delays and rationing of socialised healthcare spent a few hours in ER A&E making sure he was fine.
Read more... )
rmc28: Charles on a climbing frame (charles2010)
Things Charles threw out of our bedroom window into the weed patch below in the last 48 hours:

Plush Buzz Lightyear
Plastic puzzle toy
8 paperback books
2 laminated swatch books to identify flowers & leaves
My mooncup

Guess which of these had me doing torchlit weeding 10 minutes ago.

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