Should be cleaning up the house and getting ready to host a playdate this afternoon, but I haven’t had my coffee yet and as usual am dragging my feet this morning. So far I have been leaped on with delight by an early rising Beatrice who clambers all over me and shrieks as she happily searches out her morning milky milky and gives me the snuggliest loving cuddles as she has her breakfast. She and Sam are in her bedroom at the moment. I can hear Sam talking to her as he turns pages of a book that he has snagged down from her shelves. She is yelling back at him. Cheerful yells.
It’s really nice. We’re still having a lot of moments where Sam is mean to Bea and shouts “But I don’t love my baby sister. I don’t love Baby Bea!” but more and more he is saying “Baby Bea wants to play with me!” She is beginning to entertain him and if he is in the right mood and the stars are in alignment they are great playmates. Sam also is very caring towards Bea and does like to be a “good big brother” sometimes.
Sam has also clambered all over me this morning and demanded that I read Mr Christmas to him a few times. That’s the one where the Father Christmas asks his nephew to help him deliver the presents to the Mr Men. Mel and Sy gave the book to Sam for his first Christmas and this year he’s been pulling it out excitedly. Father Christmas is coming on Thursday night and this year Sam knows it. I’ve got Sam and Bea a stocking each with their names on them and Sam is very eager for Santa to come down the chimney and fill his with…cabbage.
This weekend I drove to Stallings to hash on Saturday and then ran trails at Kings Mountain with Ashley on Sunday morning. Logged a very nice 8 miles there, 5.5 at the hash. I think I am going to sign up for a 8.2 mile trail race this week. Post hash I also managed to get a spot more Christmas shopping done, though I’m still not totally ready for Friday and Bill’s birthday and our wedding anniversary on Wednesday fast approaching has me in a panic too. Also anxious that the parcel I sent to Australia while arrive in time, oh fingers crossed.
A miserable meal with the kids at The Roasting Company for Sunday lunch was had. Sam and Bea were not amenable to having a nice family meal out and it was a little painful to say the least.
OK, I give up. Trying to continue to write while being clobbered by a small child is not working. It’s no wonder my journal is getting sparse.