Ah, vomitous explosions and illegal sheds. We may not be too busy on this thread right now, but I'm finding the humour and the pathos quite riveting. (Honestly--I'm not being sarcastic!)
SK--you go, girl! You remind me of me when I get on a mission to right some egregious wrong, usually with telephone/internet and delivery companies. I'm like a dog with a bone, but always politely tell the person I'm talking to first that I'm not angry at
them and could they please put me through to someone I
can be angry at (and who will then give me the service for free, or at an outrageous discount). But never have I taken pictures. You take dedication against injustice to a whole new level! I think my neighbour is also building an illegal shed, but I like them, so I put up with the noise. Plus, we infected their lawn with dandelions last summer (not our fault!), so I think we owe them.
Storm--could your story get any worse? So first L was
really sick all over everything, and your washer is broken. Then you get it too, and L adds the runs to her repertoire, and your washer is
still broken. And poor L is still sick! How are
you feeling? And what is the status of the washer?
Angel--who called S a girl???
Well, not with that new haircut, that's for sure.
J will get his cut next Sunday by my SIL at the Sunday Dinner. It
looks rat's-nesty at the back, but it's just actually a LOT of hair, and a lot of split ends. You can get still get a brush through it. Well, he can, kinda. J has made it clear that only one person will brush his hair these days, and that is HIM. He's really bad at it, too. Hence the almost rat's nest. I'm surprised that Dominic's doesn't mat, seeing as it is so curly and thick.
Charlie--how are the thyroid meds going? Does your OH have to go back to work now, or is he staying home longer? I really hope that you're feeling better!
Borboleta--I decided against the Chinese Pocoyo. It would have taken too long to arrive. Yesterday I would also have written that he isn't attached to any stuffed toys yet, until he refused to go to sleep without his teddy last night.
Angel, did the boys take to the monsters?
It's finally hot here--almost 30 C today, so we have the fans on and the windows open. But this should be the hottest we get. It's nice, though, when fans will do instead of A/C. Back home in Ontario, the humidity is so bad that you can't live without A/C. Here, keep the blinds down all day, the fans on, and you're probably okay. Or, go sleep in the basement, where it is freezing all year long, and then you're
definitely okay.
Claire--I'm surprised that test results take so long in the UK. I know that the NHS is very, very strained financially, but our universal health care will get you the results in days, if not the next day. Just out of curiosity, is it very expensive to go private? We don't have a two-tiered system here on principal, but I bet I'd be tempted to go private unless it is completely prohibitive, financially. Which I suspect it is...
Jules--if you see this, give your gorgeous LO a big hug from a complete internet stranger (me).
As for me, I'm fuming still from last night. We had Sunday Dinner at our place, and Pake (J's paternal grandfather) took him outside to play on the sidewalk, in bare feet. Now, I don't have a problem with bare feet, per se, but there are a lot of pebbles and even bits of glass out there, and I knew it wouldn't be long before J would want to cross the street as well, which he is simply not doing in bare feet! So, I went outside with his Robeez. And Pake does what he always does: "Bah!!! The kid doesn't need shoes!!! He's fiiine." I said it would just take a second to slip them on, and Pake says that he was going in anyways so just forget it. (Chiild!!!)
Later on, everyone was out on the back porch eating dessert, and while I wasn't there, my BIL gave J a bit of pie. OH was there, and if he thought that was fine, then it was fine with me. But then I came out, and J is running to Pake, saying "more! more! more!" Pake was about to hand him some more pie and I said no, he doesn't need more. Pake does his typical "Bah!" routine, my mother (she's still here) joined him, and maybe even Oma too. I swept him up, gave him some cheese, which made him very happy, and actually said, "Why won't people respect my decisions about my child?" But by then, no one was paying any attention to me, which was probably a good thing.
I need to add that I have nothing against giving a child sweets. If J's over at Oma and Pake's and I'm not there, I've given them free range, food-wise, and I know that's how J learned the word "cookie." But he doesn't really eat sweets, and why start now if he doesn't know what he's missing yet? Eventually, yes, he'll get sweets--I'm not going to go all Earth Mother on him--but right now, I don't see the point.
Anyway, whenever I say "no" to Jonah and Pake's around, he undermines me. Every.Single.Time. "Bah! It's not hurting him!" "Bah! He's fiiiine." Bah Bah frickin' Baaaaah!!! I told OH that this has to stop because the older J gets, the more he'll come to understand that even though
Mummy wants him to do something,
Pake, if around, will "Bah!" me and give J what he wants. OH says he'll talk to Oma, the only one who can talk some sense into Pake.
My mother is interfering with how J eats, as well. With BLW, the cardinal rule is: never put anything in his mouth. Let him figure things out on his own, even spoons and forks. And the next thing I know, my mum tells me that she's been
gripping J's arm during meals to keep the spoon upright until it was in his mouth. WTF????? In other words, she was literally making my kid force-feed himself. (I wasn't around during these meals.) These grandparents are driving me mad!
Okay, so ends my post of grumpiness.