It’s been a while so I figured, hey it’s Blogtober so why not start posting again?
I don’t really remember too much of what I talked about over the last few posts so I’m just going to do a massive update.
So, I finally managed to finish my 40 hours of teacher training for becoming a driving instructor. I’m now at the point of looking for a car and insurance and then I can start teaching which in excited and nervous about.
My son turned 1 and has developed one hell of a cheeky attitude. He loves to steal our seats if we get up, rushing over, laughing and climbing up until he’s sitting where we sat. He also has a thing for butting my wife/his mum? He very rarely bites anyone else, just her.
My daughter is back at school through all this current madness but, she is being safe and careful. Every day I get home she shows me a book slowly filling up with stickers she has earned at school. It’s adorable.
My wife’s fibromyalgia has gotten worse but, the stress at the moment is high for us all. Usually, as soon as I get home, I take the kids so she can rest and work on her crafting business.
It’s been about a week since I last posted, maybe more? Actually yes more. So what’s happened?
Wednesday was my daughters birthday! She is officially 4! She was so excited about going to school with goodie bags for all the other kids. Even on the way into the school, she was telling everyone it was her birthday with a massive grin on her face.
As typical with children she was more interested in the box some of her presents came in than her actual gifts. But now, a few days later, she spends a lot of time playing with all of her toys. Some of them even recently had a wedding.
Saturday was the birthday party, where a lot of my wife’s family travelled down from London and my daughter was in the limelight once again. Not that that’s bad at a party for her but… She can get rather loud and “shows off her dance moves” whenever she can.
I really love my kids and seeing the awesome, funny person my daughter has turned into make me feel proud. Now it’s time to see how my son turns out!
First off before I start my story, turns out since I made Chapter 10, I’ve had my chapter numbers wrong. I posted 2 chapter 10s, so in correcting that as it bugs me.
Today was Halloween! In case anyone out there missed it. I got home from picking up sweets/candy only to find out my daughter had fallen asleep. After trying to wake her she just wasn’t having any of it, so like a good parent, we left her there.
Skip an hour (about 6 pm now) and she finally wakes up and we rush around to get her dressed in a Cinderella costume with unicorn flashing shoes, she didn’t want to be anything scary. And then we set off into the night.
Parents and children walking around were incredibly friendly and kept commenting on how cute my daughter was in her costume and how they loved her shoes, which really made her happy and even more excited. To the point where she was opening letterboxes to peer into homes to look for people/candy.
She thoroughly enjoyed herself and felt so proud at gaining a bucket full of sweets, I wish I’d aken a photo of her in her costume for this blog.
My daughter, my funny, cute adorable daughter… Is a huge pain in the backside when it comes to getting her to go to sleep. I wish there was a reliable parent manual out in the world somewhere.
I just got her into bed and it’s already a bargaining game with her. First, she wants to watch her tablet for bedtime, it’s a school night so no. Then she wants a bedtime story, which is what she gets every night. Her favourite is Aladdin, but 3 sentences in and she interrupts me.
“Daddy, is Aladdin going to be at my birthday party?”
“No, sorry beautiful he lives too far away”
“Oh, can I go see Aladdin? I like him”
“Of course, when you’re older”.
It’s so sweet but it’s all ploys to keep herself awake. She would interrupt me every few paragraphs asking me questions or telling me things. In the end, I just closed the book and told her we could cuddle until she falls asleep.
And we’ll, now I’m sitting on the sofa as she decided to keep playing instead of trying to sleep. And I’ve still got stuff to do so yeah, I’m not playing when it’s bedtime. Kids are tough cookies.