Snot!

I was only thinking the other day, how lucky my children are to rarely suffer with illness. Whilst friends around us seem to be succumbing to everything that goes, we seem to somehow manage to escape things in the main. It always happens though doesn't it, those moments of thought inevitably lead to a bout of something yucky. 
Since two weeks before Christmas we have been trying desperately hard to avoid all ills so as not to scupper our holiday plans. The essence of a stomach bug crept in in early December but luckily only one child was affected and that was very brief. Fortunately all were fit and well during our mini break to Shropshire and during our ten day ski trip.
This week however, The Boy has been hit by the Common Cold and it's bad!
I wouldn't say Man Flu bad; he hasn't been complaining or overly reaping the benefits of my caring nature. Poor boy has however been really bunged up and coughing like a trooper. What has been really funny though is that throughout his ordeal, he's been giving us a frequent running commentary of his ails. It's gone a lot like this......

Day 1: 'Mum, I've blown a whole mugful of snot out this morning!'

Day 2: 'I'll tell you what happens at night....this crispy stuff forms a layer across my nostrils (notrils in blocked nose language) and that stops all the snot from pouring out'.

'I had to empty my pile of snotty tissues into the bin at midnight last night as it was sooo big!'

The Boy produced a very large 'bogie-looking' piece of some jelly stuff which he proceeded to tease the girls with for the best part of an hour!

Day 3: Me: Lightly touches boy on the head whilst he sleeps as he hadn't been coughing all night. 'How are you feeling today?'

'It's gone! I didn't have to empty my snot pile into the bin!'

School work was suppose to resume this week and for two out of three it did. In the world of The Boy THIS....is what constituted work!



How angelic....he made a quill out of a goose feather......

and then.......

Boy's will be boy's!

One-on-one time

My young boy is the youngest of three. It seems he feels the need to make a noise in life; he wants to be noticed. So very often I observe that if he isn't getting the attention that he needs, he creates a fuss or does something to make a statement.
Monday, I had the opportunity to give my boy some undivided 'mummy time', I relish such moments and so does he. In a one-on-one situation my boy pulls out all the stops and behaves impeccably, he's a dream child!

He wants to be near me, to experience my love and the cuddles that I enjoy freely giving....

He wants to be helpful....yesterday the first thing that the boy gave his attention to upon rising was 'The troughs....I have to break the ice on the troughs!'

Cutting kindling for the fire without being asked!

The boy wanted to bake...he had a cookie kit that he'd won at a party last year (gosh are those kits dull!), but it gave him the opportunity to do everything himself and claim ownership of the finished goodies which he shares as he sees fit.

I love watching how carefully Fen works. Great attention to detail.

He tried to mend a broken plate that fell from the drainer and crashed on the floor. Initially he stuck the plate together with tape but today he moved on to Super glue - thankfully avoiding sticking his fingers in the process.

My boy experimented with his electronics kit. He loves making circuits and yesterday he was experimenting firstly by dropping his Rara onto the spinning disc to see what would happen and secondly he tried the motor to see what effect it would have on his banana! I had to suggest other means of torturing the banana to avoid burning out the motor!

Today my boy made me literally laugh out loud! We had a family eye test and as we pulled into the parking area my boy announced his plans to trick the optician with his third eye. Hmmmm!!! Upon closer inspection, it was apparent that the child had brought a self adhesive stick on eye with him and positioned it on the bridge of his nose directly between is own eyes. Upon entering the examination room, the boy hopped into the chair to go first and when questioned as to if he had any problems he admitted that he did. He isn't able to see in the dark! I'm not sure what the optician  thought but he didn't seem to share Fen's enthusiasm! We on the other hand, had to bite hard to control our giggles. That's eight year old boys for you!