The dirty bakery
Being Tuesday, today was Isabelle's drop off day at Playcentre. Much to Aidan's chagrin, he doesn't stay and play, but has to leave with Orla and me.
Last week, he did really well and came first time I called. As a reward to us both, we had morning tea at the Crofton Downs cafe before doing our errands.
Today, he ignored my calls at first. I reminded him of last week's morning tea, and of the chocolate biscuits at home. Once again, bribery and corruption won the day, and he came.
Aidan likes to ride in Isabelle's car seat when she is not in the car. This is no problem - it just requires a bit of adjustment of the harness. The harness was on maximum size this morning due to the number of layers Isabelle likes to wear. On Monday, the bulk of her nine layers of clothing was such that I had to get her to remove her jacket so I could do up her belt.
Once home, Orla went to sleep. Aidan got his chocolate biscuit. We heard the rubbish truck come and raced to the letterbox to wave at the rubbish collectors. Aidan was very pleased when they tooted. Back at the washing line, Aidan played "the dirty bakery" with me. This involves him scooping up dirt into a tin and pretending that it contains a number of treats. I partook of a sausage roll and a cake.
Next, we raced back to the street to see the recycling crew do their thing. Again, we got a toot and a wave, and one satisfied little boy.
After asking for a story, Aidan got a particularly cheeky look on this face and left the room carrying a stool. My suspicions of a raid of Isabelle's "special book pile" (hidden in her room) were soon confirmed. As the chosen volume was a library book, I thought that this was fine - so long as the book was carefully returned.
Later in the morning I realised that Aidan had been quiet a bit too long. Sure enough, there he was in Isabelle's room, applying her lipstick and wearing a multitude of beads and bracelets. As we needed to go to Playcentre, I managed to convince him to leave the bracelets (at least) behind.
Isabelle noticed the lipstick on his face immediately, but took it well. The beads had been left in the car.
Next Tuesday, the three of us are going to Orla's Plunket check.
Last week, he did really well and came first time I called. As a reward to us both, we had morning tea at the Crofton Downs cafe before doing our errands.
Today, he ignored my calls at first. I reminded him of last week's morning tea, and of the chocolate biscuits at home. Once again, bribery and corruption won the day, and he came.
Aidan likes to ride in Isabelle's car seat when she is not in the car. This is no problem - it just requires a bit of adjustment of the harness. The harness was on maximum size this morning due to the number of layers Isabelle likes to wear. On Monday, the bulk of her nine layers of clothing was such that I had to get her to remove her jacket so I could do up her belt.
Once home, Orla went to sleep. Aidan got his chocolate biscuit. We heard the rubbish truck come and raced to the letterbox to wave at the rubbish collectors. Aidan was very pleased when they tooted. Back at the washing line, Aidan played "the dirty bakery" with me. This involves him scooping up dirt into a tin and pretending that it contains a number of treats. I partook of a sausage roll and a cake.
Next, we raced back to the street to see the recycling crew do their thing. Again, we got a toot and a wave, and one satisfied little boy.
After asking for a story, Aidan got a particularly cheeky look on this face and left the room carrying a stool. My suspicions of a raid of Isabelle's "special book pile" (hidden in her room) were soon confirmed. As the chosen volume was a library book, I thought that this was fine - so long as the book was carefully returned.
Later in the morning I realised that Aidan had been quiet a bit too long. Sure enough, there he was in Isabelle's room, applying her lipstick and wearing a multitude of beads and bracelets. As we needed to go to Playcentre, I managed to convince him to leave the bracelets (at least) behind.
Isabelle noticed the lipstick on his face immediately, but took it well. The beads had been left in the car.
Next Tuesday, the three of us are going to Orla's Plunket check.
posted by Mary at 8:33 pm
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