Thursday 26 February 2009

Hairdresser

I like going to the hairdressers. I enjoy the hour or so, on my own, having a coffee, chatting about holidays or whatever it is we end up talking about. I like having my hair straightened and shiny (even if it usually rains or only lasts five minutes).

The one thing I don't like about going to the hairdressers is the head massage I get when having my hair washed. I find it very strange, a little creepy. No one ever asks if I want it done. They just assume I do. Of course, I never say anything, because it would sound a bit impolite, a little ungrateful.

Maybe, one of these days, I'll muster the courage to ask them not to. Especially if I get the same girl who recently washed my hair. She hurt.

Still, it took my mind off the weirdness of it all.

Wednesday 4 February 2009

I wish I could remember how to edit html

but I can't and now my head hurts.

banana bread

I have a moderately obsessive nature. Mostly, this is limited to the food I eat. If I like something, I tend to cook and eat it often.

I used to have a lovely recipe for banana bread (found on the internet), which I cooked lots. I later lost it.

Searching for another ever since, I've found some are good, others not so.

Really a banana and walnut loaf, I added glace cherries, too.

It’s still warm.

Tuesday 3 February 2009

Caption from Sloth: The Mammal House: Castle Museum, Norwich

'This specimen still has an infant attached at one hairy breast'.

Monday 2 February 2009

Baldness

My three and a half year old daughter has a bald spot. Discounting vitamin deficiency (she eats well, a balanced diet, give or take the odd bag of chocolate buttons), I can only assume that it’s a result of her younger sister’s hair pulling antics.

The younger sister (almost two) has pretty much stopped this peskiness, but the hair is not there. We are wondering if it will return.

Today, after washing her hair, I surreptitiously parted her hair on the other side, hoping she wouldn’t notice. She didn’t.

We’re also hoping that her teachers haven’t noticed either.

When your child goes to school, it seems that not only everything your child does is noted, but everything you do comes under scrutiny, too.

Baby number three was born in September. This seemed to correspond with a change in mood at school for our eldest daughter. We, and the teachers, have been communicating via the contact book about this, trying to think of possible causes for this change. At Christmas, I spoke to one of the teachers in person, who suggested that she thought it was due to the arrival of baby number three.

Now, whilst I realise that any change in routine is unsettling to any child, our children being no exception (see above – hair pulling), I find it hard to believe that a small baby, who is clearly doted on by his biggest sister (second child is still having issues, but improving), can be causing all this disruption to her school day. The teacher said that sometimes at school she just seems ‘lost’ and 'doesn’t seem to know what to do with herself'.

I’m inclined to think it has more to do with the fact that she started school after the Easter holidays last year. She’d made some friends – all older (she wasn’t too interested in the children the same age). So when she returned in September, some of these children had moved on. Even though I had explained to her that some children were going on to other schools, she obviously didn’t make the connection. But then why should she? She’s a child. I don’t know if much was made of their leaving at school, but I’m pretty sure she didn’t say goodbye. She couldn’t have. When I asked her where they were, she told me she thought they weren’t at school because they were poorly.

So, really I’m not sure what’s caused all this. Maybe it is her brother’s arrival, maybe it’s the fact that she has experienced loss of some kind for the first time or maybe it’s down to her personality.

It worries me.

I want to find a reason, and I suppose, like any parent, I don’t want the reason to be anything we’ve done, though I have to accept the fact that it could be.

Sunday 1 February 2009

beginnings

A friend suggested it was time blog again.

I agreed.

As I begin, I am wondering if I will be able to fill my page, or will I, instead, fill my days with blogging rather than domestic duties?