Jean loves autum as soon as the leaves started falling she was collecting them up carefully - one of each type and giving them to me to sto in the pushchairs basket! Then there was the fun of kicking the leaves, picking up handfuls of them and watching them twerl about in the wind and then to her emmense joy there were conkers!
'Corcon! Corcon!' she cries as she collects one for each person physically there with her. She loves putting them in pockets and gets destressed when she drops them into irretivablity!
She also likes kuggles! Which she calls for mostly when she wants to be carried somewhere. But the little outstretched arms and pleas of 'Cuggle! Mummy Cuggle!' are very endering - she will also kiss 'ouchies' on other people and stroke your arm in an endering manor (reguardless of how bruised the area of ouchy is!).
Other cute things that she's doing at the moment are singing along to the childrens rhymes and songs - so for The Wheels on the Bus we get disjointed doot doot for the horn beeping with the hand action of the whipers going followed by 'all day...' somehow she misses the long off the end!
Woaw woaw = row row your boat which she will play with 'My Bear' on her own 🙂
Rouw Rouw = Round and round the garden - this rhyme actully goes:
Round and Round the garden like a teddy bear (you run your index finger around the palm of her hand)
One step, two step (your fingers walk up the arm)
And tickly under there! (you tickle either under the arm or on the kneck)
Jean will do this rhyme to you though it goes (with actions bar the tickling which she doesnt yet get how to do - thank goodness!):
Rouw, rouw
Bear
Stair!
giggle
This is really endering as is the fact she puts everything to bed carefully tucking in her beaker with an enverlope etc... 🙂
Wednesday - the Rainbow man came and drilled wholes in our floor and concluded that we are still quiet wet.
Thursday - stomache v.v.v. bad wondering if boiling the spring water is actually killing the e-coli that resides within.
Friday - Barbara tripped over the leads of one of the fans that are drying her house out and hits her head and shoulder queit badly.
The weekend was fine as Alaric was about and so dispersed mine and my dads bad luck fields. Except for Sunday when we discovered that there may have been a double booking of the hall cuasing an issue with Cubs and Scouts.
Monday - broke Moo Cow glass that my friend Helen got me for my birthday yonks ago. Chipped one of the mugs that belongs to the nice set we got as a wedding pressant whilst unloading it at the Big Yellow.
Tuesday - Discovered that the Doctors have lost my blood tests so I have to have it all done again including starving. Discover that Jean has head lice and whilst out getting nit stuff the van breaks down and I discover that my RAC card is not where I thought it was. I trip over the rolled up carpet in the mill and jar my pelvis so that it is once again going clickity click. Confirmed issue with the Hall for cubs and Scouts - start trying to contact everybody.
Wednesday - Jean wakes me up with cries of 'Mummy, oh dear poo! Mummy oh dear water wet, Mummy oh dear cot floor icky yuck.' She had had a server containment breach of the nappy kindwhich resulted in bath, and all bedding washed including, 'MY TEDDY! Bear, bear no!' Teddy and bear and hopsital bear and kitten and Mrs Seal all had to go into the washing machine somehting that Jean was most indignant about with tears an' all.
This weekend me, Jean and my mum and dad went back to Gloucestershire to do some cat sitting whilst Alaric remained in London slaving away. We arrived on the Saturaday and Jean was off having lots of fun in the garden with Barabara, I had just been in the Bakery trying to sort out the more than chaos that lies within when Barbara informed me that Jean had just been eating elderberries.
'Not raw?' I ask the first trickle of panic starting. The answer yes. I was sure that raw elderberries were poisonous but Barbara mantained they where not as she used to eat them and was always fine - this coming from the woman who is immuned to the ecoli that appeared in the spring water, I didnt think that was enough of a safe guard.
To my horror the computer stuff wasn't working in the Bakery and I couldn't find my books in the mess and mum and dad where assuring me that it was fine, but Jean had eaten something I was possitive was poisonous and I had no resorces to tell me how toxic it was - would she just have a jippy tummy? Did I need to get her to causulty asap? I didn't think that the second one was that lickily but I couldnt be sure so I phoned Al and got him to look it up on the internet - yes they were posionous so I got him to look up NHS directs number and phoned them (normally we have all those sorts of numbers by the phone downstairs but obviously that stuffs all been shifted along with my doctors contact details and all the rest of it 🙁
I got through to NHS direct where after I had to be passed on to nurse or someone becuase elderberries weren't on the low toxicity list, the next person found them on another list and every part of the plant is poisonous apart from the flowers - the berries are ok cooked. We didn't knwo how many she had actually eaten as Barbar said she'd picked a handful. Though it is tocix no one has ever been really ill from it I was told but if she started to go faint or complain of chest pain it was go to A&E and if we found out she'd eaten any leaves or stalks then do the same (the leaves contain alot more cyanide!).
I was told to expect some vomitting and mild diarrehea and to obsever her for the next 6 or so hours and then at intervals through the night.
You'll be pleased to know that I am a paranoid mother and Jean was fine apart from being grumpy and informing me, 'toes hurt' whilst pointing to her stomache! She didnt actually have any diarreha until the next day which she slept most of. She still seems a bit under the weather and it may well have nothing to do with the elderberries of which I am informed she probably only eat a few.
Sigh.
ps - elderberries cooked is fine hence I use them in jams and stuff so no one panic if you've got my hegdrow jam!
So Jean is now two - at the time of writing this post whcih will probably be vastly different to the time of posting it on the actually blog, she has been two for under 24 hours and her behavour today has been attrocias.
I will not reiterate every single thing but just the main one - there she was looking all angelic on a park bench when an elderly lady came over to coo as they have a habit of doing - the result?
Jean through her bekker at the woman then hit me when I intially told her off, the old woman retreated rapidly looking scandalised and Jean dived off the bench and tried to run away from me. I caught her, which she wriggled and protested about, forced her back into the puchchair and straps with an explanation of what she had done wronge. She was still going, 'Nononono.' and scouling at me so I crouched down and told her off in a more structured way where upon she grabed the finger I was waggling at her and made chopping actions at me, I told her she better not bit me and she hesitated, I told her I'd trust her - at this point she bit me.
She got a light tap on the back of her hand and told that she had hurt mummy at which point she said, 'No!' I showed her the teeth marks which she then proceeded to look upset about and kissed the finger repeatedly.
I have never seen her behave so badly before 🙁 Once she realised she'd actually upset and hurt me she was much better but still! Of course it probably didnt help that I had lost track of time and it was about an hour after she normally goes down for her nap 🙁 Also if she has the cold I have then she is probably feeling really really grumpy but I cant let her get away with it. :'( Terrible Twos here we come 🙁
We picked Jean up on Saturday, and she's staying with us again now. Since we have the van, we can manage her and her stuff, even though we're still staying with friends in London...
Apparently when she saw the van appear outside Sarah's parents' house, she was all excited and was asking if we were there, since she associates the van with us, then was sad that we weren't. But we turned up a bit later!
However, we were puzzled that, when she disapproved of something (an inedible stone or stalk inside a bit of fruit, for example) she's scowl and shout "Moff! Moff!"...
But then Sarah's parents explained that Jean had been upset by a big moth that had landed on her foot and scared her, and ever since then, anything nasty has been referred to as "Moff" 🙂
Jean | sarah | 
Tue 9th Oct 2007 9:20 pm | 
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