die in a fire 2016

So this shitty year is just getting shittier.... Atticus broke his arm at the park yesterday morning. Ugh.

He is in a collar and cuff arrangment, and it will need to stay that way for up to 6 weeks. Awesome. So there goes swimming every day, ice skating, adventure world, the slip and slide and pretty much everything we planned for the month til school starts. Also, I probably can't start him at his new daycare mid January, as I think the excellent play area will be too much for him, and I can't imagine the staff want to spend all day every day trying to stop him riding a bike, playing in the mud pit, getting on the circus swings or climbing and jumping on and off the climbing frames.

And to boot, it's his right arm. So even my initial thoughts of 'well we can work on writing and colouring and stencils and art and music stuff' is a bit limited too.

So this should be an interesting month or month-and-a-half

The things they say

So we have had a few statements that made me laugh lately.

This morning Atti was talking about something that could go "up, down, sideways or the other sideways".

I walked out of a shopping centre the other day with Atti, and at the entrance there is a travel agency. With the usual array of pictures in the window. I heard this little voice say "Look Mummy, it's the Coliseum". I turned around with an absolutely gobsmacked look on my face, because, seriously, HOW on earth would he know that? And yes, it was a picture of the Coliseum. Beneath it was the Eiffel Tower, so I pointed at it and said 'What's this?". He came straight back with "the Eiffel Tower".

As we wandered back to the car, it finally hit me. He has also been calling all triangles "pyramids of giza" - it's from Go Jetters. Excellent work whomever makes that show!

Also, thanks to Minions and Despicable Me - "oh poop" is THE funniest thing ever to have been uttered.

It hurts when they hurt

This morning we went to a birthday party of a little boy who we've known since the two boys were a couple of months old. His parents live a bit further away, and our schedules are a bit different so we don't see them a lot, but Atti, if asked who his 'best friend' is will usually say this little boy. So he was so excited about the party and so pleased with the gift he had picked out.

And it went a bit wrong. The other little boy spends a lot more time in daycare and, obviously, has friends from there. He had these two little friends from his daycare there, and Atti couldn't get a look in with his mate, and, being the persistent little thing he is, he kept trying to.

The first thing that the birthday boy said that was (mean? rude? what is it when they are 4 and you have to assume not so much intent) unkind, I actually thought was funny. Atti and this other little boy had given him their gifts and Atti was trying to get him to open up the box of his to play with it - and he looked at the two boys with their gifts and said to the other boy 'I like your present much more than Atti's'.

Then there was some kind of issue on the other side of the playground. I didn't think much of it and let another mum mediate, but Atti later said that the two boys spat on him.

And after lunch and cake, when Atti was trying to convince the birthday boy to do something with him he basically shouted at Atti to stop talking and go away. Thankfully I was there for that one and could immediately pull him on my lap and talk to him about it.

It's so hard when someone is unkind to your kid. I have been trying to fight off the feeling that theis kid is a mean girl and we won't see them again at all. I can't stand someone making my kid feel any kind of pain or rejection.

But. but but but. He is pretty persistent and not to good at taking no for an answer. And with school and a new daycare starting up next year, I guess he needs to start thinking about other people too. So we need to work on this a bit.

And as for this kid, well to be honest we won't be seeing much of him. He is lives driving distance way and I don't have a car much right now. He will be going to a different school and his parents aren't to interested in the kinds of playdates we have these days. After today, I admit, I'm not too keen on making that much effort - and they make almost none with our whole group, so that should pretty much kill it off I suspect.

oh f&*^!

So the other day, while I was juggling a bunch of stuff at the shops, racing the a playdate, the Wook rang and I must have said the f-bomb under my breath. And in perfect 4 year old form, Atti repeated it all the way to the park. I explained that he is NOT allowed to say that word, that it was very rude, and in fact, Mummy isn't either and if he hears me say it he should tell me off.

The next day I was driving to a friends place and I missed the turn and said 'oh bum'. Atti was horrified and told me off at length, with me sitting there going 'well I'm running out of words to use when frustrated' - in my head when after a pause, Atti says...

"Mum, maybe you should say F*ck instead, hey?"

Winner, winner *facepalm*