Chick's Place - Running, Writing and kids

What a day!

This morning we had the poo. Adeline decided the floor was better than the potty for it. She went right by the side of Ellie and Ellie got there before Mummy. Luckily only her hand! No carpet shampoo and not enough wipes to clean things up. Phonecall to parents - "Help! Need stuff from shops".*1 I wouldn't have minded if that had been an accident, but it wasn't. So Adeline received her first ever punishment. I didn't shout or raise my voice at all. Just told her it was really yucky, she shouldn't do it and said it wasn't nice for Ellie. Then sat her on her chair at her table and told her not to move. No tantrum or anything and she stayed there until Nana and Grandad turned up. I cleaned it up as good as I could, bathed them both before my parents arrived. To be honest, I'm quite proud of her, despite what she had done and telling fibs about who had done it*2, there were no tears or tantrums, she just sat quietly and did as she was told until the grandparents turned up with supplies and I was able to clean things up properly. After that she was amazingly cheerful and we played alot.

Then, 12.30, hubby got back from work early. I'd left the front door unlocked and saw a shadow through the crack in the living room door. I was certain for a moment someone had walked in. Not expecting hubby I was a little scared. God he gave me a fright. He got back early as he's got the dreaded tummy bug. i've managed to avoid it so far, finger's crossed I don't get it.

Then, at 3, I took Adeline for a walk to the shop to get some cola for hubby. Wellies on and ready to splish-splash in the puddles. We got about half way to the shop and *whack*, Adeline fell over on her face. Blood everywhere! Many tears! Picked her up, rushed home, straight to kitchen. Hubby not good when the girl's get hurt, he frets. "Is it a hospital job?" He asked before I'd even managed to get to kitchen to clean things up. Cold water on a cloth showed it to just be her lip, and no deep cuts. Got her a drink and a straw and sang to her, bleeding eventually slowed and we could see it was a graze. Tears came to a stop so new coat, cleaned it up, strapped her in pushchair (she's not been in the pushchair for quite a while now, but I wasn't risking her tripping again and she wasn't going to let me go to the shop without her) and off to the shop. Came back with a toy car and a Fimble's magazine.

4pm. Realised how late it was and that we had to pick up some essentials from supermarket before work. Rushed round, got ready for work and off we went.

Hubby is now off work until Saturday. Here's hoping his stomach bug doesn't last the whole week.

*1It's not often I do phone my parents up for stuff. Don't want to seem like spoilt daughter who always gets her parents to run around after her. I think in the past 2 and a half years my parents have babysat only a few times (6 I think) and ran around after me two or three times. In fact, it's often them saying we should go out more and stuff so they can help out more than we ever ask.

*2 Dadda had done it, apparently. I'm sure I mentioned in another entry that she'd pooed and took her nappy off in the cot one morning. I got there, "Mummy pooed". She can be quite contrary sometimes as well. Red isn't red it's pink, purple isn't purple it's pink. She knows full well it's red or purple. "Do you want spaghetti?" "No s'getti". Spaghetti is her favourite. LOL.

posted by Vicky @ 10:17 PM