so funny i nearly wet myself ;)

The Girl @ Afternoon Tea yesterday
The Girl @ Afternoon Tea yesterday

So, yesterday I took The Girl out for some girlie time, and that started with one of our favourite things – afternoon tea (which I will blog about later).

So, there we were in a rather nice dining room, and she excused herself to go to the ladies room.  When she came back, she was all excited.

TG: Mum, you just HAVE to go to the loo in here!

Me: Maybe

TG: No, you HAVE to. They’re REALLY swanky!

Me: OK, I probably will soon

TG: No. Honestly. Listen. Listen to your bladder. Your bladder is telling you “Go to the toilet”. Listen to your bladder Mum!

Me (standing up, defeated): OK. Where is it then?

TG: *reaches out and rubs my belly area* I’m not sure, just about here I think. *collapses into giggles*

Oh yes. She’s very funny my daughter. Quick too.

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cheeky request – picture competition

Mentos are holding a competition to find the ‘freshest’ summer photo.

I have entered a picture that I took of The Girl on the Southbank a couple of months ago.  I think it meets the brief!

The photo winning at the moment only has 89 votes, which I thought was very low. I have managed to get 19 so far and have promised The Girl that she can have the tablet or phone if we win it.  So now, I am trying not to have a disappointed child on my hands!

If you have a Facebook account, please do vote for my pic – I knwo you have to ‘Like’ the page, but you CAN ‘Unlike’ it afterwards and the vote still counts (we checked).

Click here or on the photo below to vote.  And…thanks…you have the opportunity to make a teenager happy – and THAT doesn’t happen very often 😉

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The Girl at Southbank, London

 

when pride outweighs disgust

A typical young teen?

My daughter seems to be going through a completely skanky stage at the moment.  Her room is the grossest thing I have ever seen.  She seems to be allergic to washing and brushing her teeth and tried to ‘con’ me into believing that she has done these things.

I have been completely worried about it, although I do vaguely remember a similar period in my childhood, but after speaking to friends whose girls are more than a couple of years older than her, and it seems that there definitely seems to be this kind of period that girls go through, at the time when they most shouldn’t!

Anyway, that was a little background to my exchange with her this morning, where my pride kind of broke through my general disgust of her lately.

Me: “You’re wearing that jumper again! Three days I’ve pointed out to you that it’s got dirt down it, and you’ve put it on yet again! You’ve got clean jumpers in your room!”
Girl: “Nobody notices Mum.”
Me:  “*I* notice. YOU should notice!  How do you know NOBODY notices?”
Girl: “Nobody’s said anything about it.”
Me: “Not to your face maybe!”
Girl: “And why should I care what they say behind my back?”
Me: *dumbstruck* *slight awe* *love*
Girl: “See ya!”

a menace to society?

I will admit there are some similarities in the hair. I also had a black dog!

On Tuesday, I walked with The Girl from the station to my nan’s house for her funeral.  It was the first time we had gone there together by public transport, and the walk from the station round ‘the back way’ is rather convoluted down alleys and odd streets.

The Girl was wondering how I remembered the way, and I became rather poignant when I told her that I’d been making that journey on and off since I was tiny and I suddenly realised that it was a journey I probably would never make again.

I then told her some other childhood stories of the area, including that the post box outside my nan’s also held familial memories. Me and my two cousins always got told off for climbing on it with the local kids, as it was a position of authority to be able to sit, and (even better) stand on top of it.  And what’s more, my mum and her brother and sister had done exactly the same thing!

TG: How did you get up there?
Me: Duh! We climbed onto it – it was a knack
TG: And you got told off if you got caught
Me:  Yeah, and that always happened as it was outside nan’s living room window. it stupid of us all really now I think about it – we must’ve liked to live dangerously
TG: And did you get punished?
Me: Well, we were shouted at and sometimes called in
TG:  And did they tweak your ear?
Me: What?! Who?!
TG:  The grown-ups, when they caught you. Did they tweak your ear and drag you back inside?
Me: *look of disdain* I did NOT grow up in a Beano comic!!!!

*The Girl collapses into laughter*

right down to the toes

I was sitting down with The Girl, catching up on the week’s Got To Dance.  The Man goes to the pub every Saturday afternoon, and we often spend that time watching stuff he’d shout about if he was here because we ALL know that it’s really awful and that we shouldn’t be watching it.  But hey, I can’t watch gritty Scandiwegian dramas all the time, can I?

Anyway, she suddenlt said “how do they do that? I can’t even touch my toes!”  this, from my 13 year old, skinny-minnie, gangly-limbed daughter.

“You can’t touch your toes?!” I asked, “What do you mean you can’t touch your toes? you’re 13! you’re meant to be at your most flexible!  Even *I* can touch my toes no problem”

“Go on then!” she told me. so I immediately stood up, bent down, leg’s straight and touched my toes straight away. Easy-peasy!

“Oh My GOD!” she screamed “How did you DO that? At YOUR age? What kind of sorcery IS that?”

OK, so she was impressed – I don’t blame her, I AM over 40, but “At YOUR age?” Pah!

mrs potato head

Mrs Potato Head

I have a lot of old diary / blog entries on a site that is going to be discontinued, and I am looking through trying to save some of my more poignant thoughts etc from then.

I have to admit, I remember this particular moment with The Girl extremely vividly.  This was in April 2003, when she wasn’t even four years old.

I wanted to post it here as I’d like to keep it with myother  ‘Conversations With My Daughter’.

I love my munchkin – she’s great. I’ve been having a hard time with her recently due to the ‘Dummy Fairies’ coming and taking all her dummies away (and leaving her a Barbie scooter I hasten to add), and also she can’t seem to get her head around going to bed when it’s not dark.

Anyway – that’s all boring really, the long and short of it is that she’s been getting out of bed a lot lately, when she shouldn’t be! this has been causing me a lot of stress.

Last night she was sick, poor lamb, and that wore her out so much that she went straight to bed, straight to sleep and didn’t get up again until about 6.45am

She climbed into bed with me, gave me a great big cuddle and kiss. It was lovely. She wrapped her arms around me, put her head on my shoulder and looked into my eyes. She looked so perfect, and after the last few nights of me ripping my hair out, it was a wondeful moment in the sunlight thru the curtains. I wanted to just capture it.

Munchkin: I was a good girl last night mummy
Me: I know you were darling, you were very good
Munchkin: I stayed in bed all night
Me: I know babe, you were very good
Munchkin: And I didn’t get up and you didn’t have to shout at me
Me: I know darling, you made me very very happy last night

We hugged a bit more and I looked at her and she was glowing and smiley.

Me: You are SO beautiful
Munchkin: And you’re beautiful too mummy

Then she pointed with her finger right on my chin

Munchkin: That looks like a potato!!!!!!

Classic!

cheeky bint

So, The Girl was messing around in the pool while I was reading next to her.

TG:  Mum – I just did an awesome front-flip!
Me:  Front flip?
TG:  You know, where you roll over in the water
Me:  What? Like a tumble-turn?
TG:  Front-flip, tumble-turn, whatever you used to call it in the old days.

She’ll be bloody well front-flipping down a hill if she keeps that up!!

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the middle child

I am disgustingly behind on a load of posts and reviews, and intend to spend some time over the next few days getting back on top of things 🙂

However, tonight I had one of those fantastic exchanges with my daughter that made me think she’s more clued-up than she soemtimes lets on!

This week she is going to a Performing Arts course run by the brilliant Chickenshed Theatre and she was telling me about some of the people that she had made friends with.

TG: So, then there’s Bailey and she is there with her younger and older brother
Me:  Brother*S*
TG:  yes, brothers
Me:  because she can’t have one brother that’s both older and younger, can she?
TG (laughing): No.
*Pause*
TG: Unless he was born on 29th February, of course!

What a smartarse!  but a smart smartarse.  that’s my girl!

we’re gonna need a bigger larder!

We may need to turn her bedroom into a pantry similar to this!

I was talking to The Girl yesterday on the phone.  Her school is closed today, but it was at rather short notice and neither myself or The Man could get the time off of work.

She still has to go in for half an hour at about midday (this is for some kind of ‘student appraisal’ with their form teachers – it’s rather bizarre, never happened in my day, and means the school is closed on the Friday before Bank Holiday? handy, aye?)

TG:  I’m doing my homework, mum – I’m being extra good!
Me: OK, that’s good.  Don’t forget you haven’t got school tomorrow
TG:  So, what’s going to happen tomorrow?
Me:  I’m afraid you’re going to have to be home alone baby
TG:  Yay! I’m finally trusted to look after myself for a day!!
Me:  Well, I wouldn’t really use the word ‘trust’ – more like ‘not much choice’.
TG:  I will be absolutely fine – I’m happy to live by myself!
Me:  LIVE by yourself?  Cool!! When are you moving out then?
TG:  Don’t be a silly mummy, you know what I meant. I will be fine by myself.  In fact I would be absolutely fine until…well, probably until the food ran out.

That’s my girl.  although knowing how much she eats, the food running out today COULD be a reality!

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