Quite a week
May. 3rd, 2010 10:36 pmWe had houseguests, which was (who were) fabulous. We stayed up late a lot, two nights including masses of hysterical laughter for all the adults, which is so lovely-feeling. Myself and ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
radegund went to Bath Spa and swam in the rooftop pool and had marvellous dairy-free dinners with wine and dessert and did actually sleep before dawn. Then we went to Bath Fashion Museum and filled in a customer feedback form.
The children were delightful and charming and hideous brats, as is the way of children, but mostly delightful and charming and really, really interesting. At least to me. I hope to remember to write more of them later.
We ate fairly well thanks to freezing meals ahead of time, we must remember that trick.
Emer went to the dentist and was again an absolute hero. The dentist looked at her diet sheet and couldn't see anything dreadful, but we are to cut out rice milk. She's not very happy about that but we will try oat milk and goat's milk and see how we go. Oat milk is only fractionally better than rice milk anyway. She has more fillings to have on Thursday this week, too. She's such a hero. I cried again. I expect I will keep crying until it's all over.
Linnea turned six. She wanted a pink princes and princesses party, and she got one - pink tablecloth, pink plates, pink napkins, pink cups, pink straws, pink cakes, pink Happy Birthday banner, pink pinkness. Also, it was a no-younger-siblings-and-no-parents party, though in the event we had three of each, I think, and she neither cared nor took particular notice, in spite of her original vehemence. No-one cried, though that was partially because I backed out of the proposed party games after seeing one child's face, and no-one actually ate themselves sick - a few children actually stopped eating the PINK CAKE in spite of having asked for the icingiest bits, which I think speaks well for their not being hyped up to ninety. The gift pile was magnificent enough for Linnea's liking while not overwhelming or causing immediate insoluble storage issues, which is about perfect.
Every child who wanted to wore a crown; one of the children who arrived uncostumed also wore a cloak from the dressing up box; children who didn't want to dress up didn't, and nobody cared. I like that part too.
None of the children could name a real live princess, though one did know about the Main Queen In London.
And then the guests went home and another one arrived and I spent Sunday and Monday napping while Rob did laundry (tons and tons of it - tons and tons and tons). The weekend guest helped Emer to plant a lot of seeds, some of them quite far apart and others in little heaps, and she learned Dibbling, which she enjoyed very much.
radegund went to Bath Spa and swam in the rooftop pool and had marvellous dairy-free dinners with wine and dessert and did actually sleep before dawn. Then we went to Bath Fashion Museum and filled in a customer feedback form.The children were delightful and charming and hideous brats, as is the way of children, but mostly delightful and charming and really, really interesting. At least to me. I hope to remember to write more of them later.
We ate fairly well thanks to freezing meals ahead of time, we must remember that trick.
Emer went to the dentist and was again an absolute hero. The dentist looked at her diet sheet and couldn't see anything dreadful, but we are to cut out rice milk. She's not very happy about that but we will try oat milk and goat's milk and see how we go. Oat milk is only fractionally better than rice milk anyway. She has more fillings to have on Thursday this week, too. She's such a hero. I cried again. I expect I will keep crying until it's all over.
Linnea turned six. She wanted a pink princes and princesses party, and she got one - pink tablecloth, pink plates, pink napkins, pink cups, pink straws, pink cakes, pink Happy Birthday banner, pink pinkness. Also, it was a no-younger-siblings-and-no-parents party, though in the event we had three of each, I think, and she neither cared nor took particular notice, in spite of her original vehemence. No-one cried, though that was partially because I backed out of the proposed party games after seeing one child's face, and no-one actually ate themselves sick - a few children actually stopped eating the PINK CAKE in spite of having asked for the icingiest bits, which I think speaks well for their not being hyped up to ninety. The gift pile was magnificent enough for Linnea's liking while not overwhelming or causing immediate insoluble storage issues, which is about perfect.
Every child who wanted to wore a crown; one of the children who arrived uncostumed also wore a cloak from the dressing up box; children who didn't want to dress up didn't, and nobody cared. I like that part too.
None of the children could name a real live princess, though one did know about the Main Queen In London.
And then the guests went home and another one arrived and I spent Sunday and Monday napping while Rob did laundry (tons and tons of it - tons and tons and tons). The weekend guest helped Emer to plant a lot of seeds, some of them quite far apart and others in little heaps, and she learned Dibbling, which she enjoyed very much.