Mogro reunion

I kept Freya at home today as we were heading to the Monday morning Mogro sessions, for a quarterly catch-up. We went to a different play-centre than the usual Gastropops, and a fairly good time was had by all, although there were a reasonable number of budding thugs and psychos whose principal form of entertainment consisted of hitting things, throwing things, or knocking things over, preferably at the same time. Fortunately I didn't have to take any of them behind the bouncy castle to administer a sound thrashing (and anyway, some of these four-year olds are pretty scary looking these days!). Freya managed to avoid any of these mini-Godzillas, but did get her foot run over at one point. After an initial bit of shyness she was happy to explore all the cubby houses & toys. She climbed the big bouncy slide a couple of times, it's about three times her height! At one point Boog & Chloe seemed to be having a territorial dispute with some other kids from creche, and Freya was in her best "MOVE AWAY!" posture.

While I was comforting Freya over the squashed toe incident, these two little girls had a full-on, hair pulling scrag fight in the ball pit... I suspect they have a future in women's wrestling!  Great role models for Boog.

Home again, via Wasteland to pick up the Harry Potter tix for Friday... hooray!

Had some lunch, and wrestled coaxed Freya into her PJs for bed. There was some mild confusion about which toys she wanted in bed. Freya said "I don't want my baby cow." "OK", said I, taking the calf and heading out the door. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! No! I want it!" And sure enough, not long after she was in bed she had a poo (that timing is not a coincidence!) so we had to get up for a nappy change. The following conversation ensued:
"Where's Mummy?"
"She's at work. Do you remember why she's at work? So we can have beer."
"What's she doing?"
"She's probably having beer right now."
Freya nodded. "She's thirsty."

Freya is now in bed going "Bow! Bow! Beeow!". Not much sleep to be had this afternoon! "Hello blickle-ickle-oo!"

She knows the drill

From a couple of days ago: I heard Freya, while playing in her bedroom, say "Geboff! Geboff my dollhouse spider!" and sure enough, there was a little spider on the roof. Freya didn't try to touch it at all.

She has been telling us stories about the rabbit & her kittens at creche, frequently saying "They can bite!", so I told her that about the spiders too, but I don't know if she took any notice.

All good fun until someone loses an eye!

While the idea of Freya snuggling into bed with us is rather cute in theory, in practice it never works that well. The only time she actually slept well was when she was sick as a dog. Normally she turns into a character from an Irvine Welsh novel, yelling "Ya wee radge, I'll gless ye!" and head-butts everyone. This morning was no exception. After an early nappy change at about 5.30, Freya proceeded to nut me on several occasions, while simultaneously kicking Reb & poking her with cold hands.

Once we got to a fairly civilized time, we read some books & then got up for breakfast. This morning we went down the road again to get bagels, and had another look in the pet shop. Freya was fairly exhausted come bed time, and she had a pretty good snooze while I helped Reb work on her reports (tres exciting I know!). We went for a short walk in the arvo, and found a plastic kid's trike in the inorganic collection - I'll clean it up tomorrow, if Freya doesn't like it I'll give it to creche.

After dinner and skype with Reb's Mum, Freya had her bath and we started reading books. She tends to get a bit crazy in the evenings, and jumps & flops on the bed. We often warn her not to jump around in case she bangs her head on the wall, and unfortunately tonight that's just what she did ... it was a big thump & she was not a happy girl. She calmed down eventually & went to sleep fairly quickly... I hope her head's not to sore.

Just testing really...

Here's a cute critter we saw on the barbecue one day...

More fun at home...

We took a trip down the 'Leigh this morning, and had a look in not one, but two pet shops, to Freya's great pleasure. We went to the park & played for a while, including seeing a couple of cute pugs, but Freya was a bit wary of the wee excited beasties. She had a good sleep this arvo, although she cried a couple of times when she had misplaced her tiny little soft toy piglet...

I tried to help Reb with her reports in the afternoon, and had a go at creating macros to expedite the process. Pleased to report that I have not lost my mojo... it seems to work pretty well. Just a few minor adjustments & hopefully it will save Reb quite a bit of work.

Once she was up, we retreated into the living room (as it's about 10 degrees Kelvin outside today... the birds are swimming through the air as it has liquified...). We had great fun dancing around the room with her ribbons, and playing other games which frequently involved Freya squashing Reb. I had a moment of being chronologically challenged, and filled the bath half an hour early, but Freya didn't mind, and we spent an extra 15 minutes or so reading books, which she really loved. One of Reb's colleagues has lent us a stack of Little Golden Books, some of which are a bit wordy, but Freya is quite happy to sit through some of them.

More wisdom of Freya...

At dinner last night, Freya said "There's a spot in my juice!". Reb looked & said "It's a sesame seed." Freya drank the juice & Reb said "The sesame seed will grow in your tummy!" "No! It won't grow in my tummy!" Smart chickie.

We had fun playing with her toy animals... they were dappelling (galloping) wildly around the place. After a few minutes Freya said "I'm a bit frightened!", but when I offered to stop playing she said no.

Now Freya has some great spider pyjamas... will have to post a photo.

Cold & miserable weather at the moment...

It's spider time again!

It's spider time again!