When A Mum Won’t Do.

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When you are a little girl, there are certain things that only a Daddy can do. It’s not that a Mummy can’t do them, it’s just that to a little girl, Daddy can do them better.

As AJ and Bart get older I find it fascinating that two thing I loved my Dad to do for me are the same thing my girls want Jay to do for them.

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Dad, my sisters and I around 1976 (I am on the left with the pale blue dress and red shoes)

One is polishing shoes. I remember my Dad showing me how to apply the polish, then brushing and buffing the leather until it shone. Jay has given the girls the same lesson, but there is nothing like a newly polished pair of school shoes that Daddy has taken the time and effort to do. I would walk with my shoulders a  little straighter and a little more pride in my step on those mornings I had beautifully polished shoes on my feet that Dad had done.

Bart is taking such care of her school shoes this year. They are normally badly scuffed within the first couple of days, but one week in and they still look fabulous. Although it was a little worrying the other day when she came home and told us she had gotten a scratch on them. Upon inspection neither Jay or I could see any evidence of the afore-mentioned scratch.

“Oh,” Bart casually said “It disappeared after I licked it. My teacher showed my how.”

WHAT?!

Upon explanation, we found out Bart’s new teacher had shown her how to slightly dampen her finger with spit and then rub her shoe over the scratch. Still gross, but a least the image of Bart holding her shoe like and ice cream and giving it a huge lick was suppressed… kind of.Jay and Girls.jpg

Monday morning when Jay had the polish out for his work boots, (yes, he does polish his scruffy, steel toe capped work boots) Bart sidled up to him with her new school footwear in her hands, batting her eyelashes. I couldn’t help the nostalgia flowing through me. Of course Jay did hers as well. Who can resist a little girl looking at you as though you are a boot brush wielding hero?

The other evening Jay had been called upstairs by Bart. When he got there she wanted him to shake out her duvet and tuck it around her. AJ too, likes Jay to take the time to tuck her in and make sure her toes are fully covered by the duvet. Again I completely understood.

I loved it when my Dad tucked me in. Sometimes I would deliberately wreck my bed until the blankets were on the floor, then call Dad until he came upstairs and remade it. He would tuck me in so tight I could hardly move. It was the best feeling.

Daddies and their little girls. It is such a special bond.

 

It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere

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One thing IMe and Artie 2hate to see is an overweight dog, so Jay and I have always been really conscious of what and how much we feed Artie. Yes he does get a few “human” food treats like slices ham and a taste of cheese, but never cake or chocolate (although there was that one time when he stole some chocolate biscuits and I ended up with an emergency dash to the vet). wp-1471692222492.jpg

Artie’s biggest weakness is Peanut Butter Bones. He loves them.

He would get one after his breakfast and one after his supper. He would get one as a treat for being a good boy when we left him alone in the house. He would get one when Jay got home from work and he would get one just for giving a particularly cute and pitiful look.

Now Artie wasnt overweight by any stretch of the imagination but, being a slim lean whippet, we were becoming aware that maybe he wasnt as slim and lean as he ideally should be.

So, we started to ration his SmartBones.

And boy, he was not happy about that.

He would whine.

He would moan.Me and Artie

He would bark.

And he would stare at his biscuit jar, willing it to topple over and dispense the yummy treats so he could gobble them up.Artie

Now he only gets one peanut butter bone a day when Jay gets home from work.

Although he can’t tell the time, as five o’clock rolls around Artie hangs about the kitchen knowing that it will soon be “bone time” and if we tell him he’s a little early for his snack, the look he gives almost seems to say “Well, its five o’clock somewhere.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How Soon They Forget.

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Last year my girls had a horrendous habit of leaving stuff at school. Hardly a week went by when jumpers, cardigans, socks, tights, coats and even shoes left the house in the morning and didnt return at the end of the school day.

Yesterday morning I told the girls over and over, if they take off their cardigans, put them straight in their school bag. Put their coats on their peg. And please, please bring everything home.

As it was a Tuesday, the school bus drops them off at their Grandparents house to wait for either Jay and I to finish work and come collect them. Jay usually gets there first so I was home and starting supper before a very sheepish Bart came in the house.

“I forgot my coat. I left it at school” she admitted. Then AJ came racing in behind her.

“And her cardigan Mum, she forgot that too. remembered everything.”

Day one and two items of clothing are left behind.

And so it begins again.

Some Bunnies Missing

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It was rabbit clean out day on Sunday. We have four rabbits split into two large hutches. Dandy and Basil live together and then we have Freckles and Honey.

Basil and Dandy are a pair of homebodies and although they like to run over to the doorway and say hello, they dont make any effort to get out.

Freckles and Honey, on the other hand, would love to come out and explore a bit, so I am extra careful about keeping only one side of their hutch open at a time when cleaning, and patting little furry butts back in if they do venture outside their home.

After scraping out and removing all the old straw and bunny poop from both hutches, I then put in loads of fresh bedding for them. I added the hay and some veggies before closing them up and heading to the shed to put the left over straw away.

As I neared the shed I saw a little brown wild bunny hopping around. Now this isnt that surprising as we do live in the country. What did shock me was the little fella didnt hop away like a frightened… well rabbit, as soon as it saw me.

Then I looked again a bit closer.

It was only bloody Honey, bold as you please sat chewing grass on her slow meander towards where all the pet food was stored.

So as not to frighten her, I quietly put down the remaining straw bale and moved behind her furry little arse to start herding her back towards the garden and her buddy Freckles. She tried to make a dash past the hutch at the last minute, but I scooped her up and popped her back inside.

Adventure over.

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Just Call Me Gloria

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I SURVIVED!

After a six-week summer (Ha!) holiday, the girls headed back to school. Considering the crappy weather which has prevented them from spending as much time outside playing as they, and I, would like, we made it through without anybody getting killed, maimed or rocking in the corner. (Although the rocking was a close call over the last couple of weeks)

Once again we didn’t get to do many of the things we wanted, and the tent stayed packed away for another year, but we got to visit a couple of places on my to do list.

One was a boat ride on the Falkirk Wheel. It’s a great piece of engineering and the ride is so smooth you don’t realise you are rising up in the air until glancing out the window you can see the top of the trees. I was the first time the girls had been on any kind of boat, so they were really excited to do the trip.

The best visit though was to The Kelpies. They are amazing and so damn big. I had seen photos of them plenty of times, but it wasn’t until you are stood below you can see the amazing size and beauty of these sculptures.

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To get a proper perspective, in the photo to the right, AJ and Bart are stood at the bottom of one of the horses.

They really are amazingly beautiful and I am so glad we made the trip.Family at KelpiesKelpie close upThe girls watched a couple of movies at the cinema and we headed to the beach whenever there was a small window of opportunity. Living only forty minutes or so from the coast is great for waking up, finding a clear day and just jumping in the car. Having been spoilt by our easy access to the beaches since moving north, I cant imagine living anymore inland than this.

Last week was spent again, dodging raindrops and racing around getting the last-minute stuff ready for school.

Finally the day arrived. I am really lucky in the fact both girls love school, so getting them orgainised Tuesday morning was not a chore at all. We were all up, dressed and ready to go in plenty of time and I waved the girls off in their school bus, huge smiles on all our faces!

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Look Mum, It Still Fits!

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This morning Bart came downstairs wearing a pretty floral Victorian style dress. Its the one Grandma and Granddad bought for AJ when she was four years old, then when she grew Victorian dress and Granddadout of it, the dress got passed onto Bart.

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The last timeI last saw Bart wearing the dress was a couple of years ago when she went to school dressed as Anne Shirley for World Book Day.

Sadly though, as my girl got bigger the outfit got relegated to the back of the wardrobe.

 

How she managed to squeeze herself into it today I wasn’t sure, until she turned around and I saw the buttons couldn’t quite meet at the back. Determined to wear the dress, Bart put a cardigan over the top to hide that it was too small and wore it anyway.

 

Keeping Grandma Company

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wp-1471024228542.jpgwp-1471024202674.jpgThis weekend we are missing a child. AJ has gone to stay with Grandma while Granddad heads out on a road trip. He is travelling around Scotland on his motorbike and side car, stopping along the way to do some drawing and painting.

Sadly the weather hasn’t been that cooperative so far, but today he decided to go anyway. So with his side car full of supplies, both food and art, he headed out at lunch time.

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So that leaves AJ and Grandma home alone (slaps hands on cheeks) and free to get up to all sorts.

I think sewing is possibly on the schedule and usually some baking takes place. Maybe even a girly shopping trip might happen and of course Rosie, Grandma’s chihuahua will need a walk or two. I have no idea what they will do together, but whatever they get up to, I am sure it will be fun.

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The Biggest Smile

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Between heavy rain showers this afternoon, Jay and I took the girls into the village for an ice-cream.

After perusing the variety of flavours both girls decided to go for “Cookie Monster”, bright blue ice-cream with Oreos and cookie dough mixed through it, in a chocolate waffle cone.  Jay went for his favourite, a double scoop of Scottish Tablet ice-cream in a chocolate waffle cone.

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The young lad who was serving us then looked to me for my choice and I just shook my head and got out the money to pay.

“Are you not having one?” he asked.

“No,” I replied with a smile, “Slimming World.”

At that he gave me a puzzled look.

“You don’t look like you need Slimming World.”

I could have leaned across the counter and kissed him (even though I am old enough to be his mother).

I left the shop without an ice-cream, but I had the biggest smile of all of us.

 

 

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