The 6yo has a wide gap where his two front teeth used to be. The tooth fairy was prompt last night, (thank goodness she had change.) She left yet another, shiny 50p.
Usually the boy asks me to pull out his wobbly teeth. I rather like the role. Hubby would faint if he was asked, but luckily he's good at other things. The boy made me sit in his bedroom and watch, (like a dental nurse, I was there but generally I was surplus to need.) He wrenched out the wibbly, wobbly white peg all on his own.
It suits me to be redundant really, but I watch these moments and realise that time is passing. Indeed it is only with these little moments, that you notice time passing, them growing up, you growing down. .... unless, of course, you're rather anal and count the weekly food deliveries. Since we moved here I've probably had 72 deliveries.... hmmmm..... That's probably £7000 worth of food! No wonder I'm concavely-challenged..........
Although, boy isn't all growed-up just yet. We attempted Jurassic Park last weekend.......
'What's it about?' the sproglets asked.
'Dinosaurs being re-invented by a scientist in a sort-of Euro-Disney Theme Park.'
The opening of the film, if you recall, is a dark scene where the dinosaur security guards are having trouble with a female T-Rex... By the close of the scene, we assume she eats a guard's legs off. Nice.
Hubby and the 8yo were glued to the TV. I was more intent on watching boy. He had a look of horror on his face. We paused the film.
'I'm not sure you're going to like this film,' I said.
'Hmmmmm,' he said. 'I think I will like it, but I just don't want to see any of the bits about the dinosaurs.'
We watched something else.
It was very cold this weekend. No wind, plenty of sun, but cold. I'm getting fed up with the chill actually but Saturday proved an excellent opportunity for a family outing. We drove down our fields in Dizzy, on the look out for previously fallen boughs and dead trees, all good seasoned wood.
To be honest the sproglets weren't that impressed with the trip initially, but as soon as they discovered a previously unexplored strip of copse running alongside two of our fields, they were off. Upon discovering a hidden pig shelter nestling under holly trees, there was even more delight. They marauded while hubby and I filled the truck with wood.
We probably have enough firewood to last us for another 4-6 weeks now, hopefully till the weather warms up a bit. I do hope so, as it's unlikely that we'll be able to drive on the fields for much longer. They're beginning to thaw and with the thaw comes the deep mud.
I had a planting day on Sunday; vegetables, flowers and even a big trough of button mushrooms are all neatly stacked in the greenhouse. All tucked into their various pots and gutters. The only thing that worries me is the deep frosty cold of last night: My greenhouse heater hasn't arrived yet, (should arrive later this week,) and I'm concerned that the seeds might have frozen to death....or do you think they'll just remain dormant till I up the heat? If you know please add a comment below or you could send me a new-fangled tweet....