After my first day back at work after the half term, I was feeling it a little. It had been a tough day and I was feeling a tired and achy. As I lowered myself down towards the sofa to sit down and relax after cooking the children their dinner I said
“I’m all achy. Maybe I am coming down with something!”
My eldest son replied
“Yes, It’s called old age!”
The cheeky not so little thing.
On the last day of term, the boys came home from school and started emptying their bookbags. taking out pictures that they had done, letters and homework that needed to be done. My little one, who is 4, emptied the whole contents over the living room floor. Looking very distressed, rummaging through the contents, he was obviously looking for something. I asked what he was looking for and he replied that he had painted a card and couldn’t find it. I comforted him and told him that maybe it was still wet which is why the teachers never handed it to him at the end of the day and that it would still be there when he gets back after the half term holidays. My heart ached a little as I remebered that it was Valentines day at the weekend and he had probably made a card for me. Well… On the first day back to school, his childminder brought him to me and he came running over to me, holding a pink card in his hand. Smiling from ear to ear.
“Mum. Here’s the card that i forgot in school!” I took it from him and looked at the front. There was a big red heart that had been painted with red paint and inside was a little valentine message.
“Aw! Oliver that’s lovely, Thank you!” Remembering that last day of term and how distressed he was over not having the card. I bent down to give him a cuddle
“It’s not for you Mummy, It’s for Nanny!”
I opened the card and sure enough there was a message to Nanny and NOT Mummy. And there was me thinking that I was the only lady in his life 🙂
Do you ever have any of those moments with your little ones when all you can do is laugh at the words they say?
My youngest has me in fits of laughter sometimes and I laugh that much that I have no idea how to answer him.
One morning we was walking to the childminders house, when Oliver started to complain that he was tired. considering we had only left the house 5 minutes earlier I told him to carry on walking for a little bit longer and If he was still tired then I would carry him for a little of the way to give him a little rest. As we got around the corner about to cross the main road, he stood in front of my, raised his arms up towards me and said ‘Pick up’ I looked down at him and could see that maybe he was a little tired so I picked him up. Bearing in mind that I don’t just have him to carry I have his rucksack with spare clothes in it, his pack lunch bag, his school book bag and my own handbag, after about 5 minutes i was beginning to tire myself out. I took a big breath and puffed out…
Oliver: “Mum, what are doing?”
Me: “I’m tired Oliver”
Me: “You and your bags are heavy and I’m getting out of breath”
He then began to start blowing out his breath all over my face
Me: “What are you doing?”
Oliver: ” I’m giving you some of my breath, because you said you had run out!”
I could only answer with a little kiss to the cheek and a giggle.
Oliver is a little grafter and is always happy to help you, he is the first at the front door whne the grocery shopping arrives, he is the first to run off and do jobs for you and he is the first up at the table to do some work. He doesn’t get much homework as he is in Nursery at school but he likes to be jusy like his brothers and when they are doing their school homework he likes to join in. I print out some work for him from the internet and he sits down and does it before i even have to ask him.
He likes to call his work ‘Important school work’. I just hope this attitude and commitment to work grows with him.
Have your children said or done anything funny? Please share below in the comments 🙂