I haven’t posted for a while now, and there is no excuse. On the home front, Mstr L is really enjoying his school and has made lots of new friends. I was a little worried about him starting to be honest, but he seems to have embraced it and looks forward to it every day (long may this last).
The children in his class are lovely, and the mums even more so. He also seems to be well acquainted with the school nurse, whom I receive weekly calls from due to various playground falls and, of late, a rice pudding incident involving him vomming everywhere. Rice pudding would make me vom too, quite frankly. It’s a texture thing that has very much been passed down from me.
I was lucky enough to go on a girls’ trip to New York last week and had such a fun time. New York blows me away and I can’t get over how buzzy it is. I have fallen in love with the Village part and frequently found myself sitting in Starbucks (on a side note, they hadn’t heard of flat whites, which I thought was a term The Americans had come up with…) daydreaming about what it would be like to live there with my family.
I just don’t think I could do it as it all felt a little claustrophobic and, I won’t lie, the mothers majorly freaked me out. Turning up at the school gates in Lycra seems to be fairly common where we live (though I frequently have my doubts about whether or not they are actually heading to the gym). In New York, however, the typical Village mommy is, without fail, Lycra clad – and can be overheard comparing notes of their latest work out while sipping a skinny de-caf latte (with sugar-free vanilla syrup). Riveting stuff.
They all seemed to be competing with each other, so you can imagine what they would be like with their children? The idea of this brings me out in hives, as does the idea of me Lycra clad at the school gates. This is a huge generalisation (obviously), as I was sitting in the loveliest and most expensive area (and with wealth, comes a wealth of insecurities).
Well, good old Christmas is around the corner and I’m going to try and post a few present ideas over the next few weeks. Elf on The Shelf is very much present in our house (has been for a few weeks. Desperate times.) Mstr L sneaks down to the kitchen every morning to see where he has moved to. Elf On The Shelf, aka Bingo Bob (extraordinary name, I agree) sits and observes both boys all day long, then reports back to the Big Man himself in Lapland. It’s an excellent way of making him be super lovely to his little brother, share his toys and eat his greens. If things don’t go according to plan (frequently), I can be seen having a little one on one chat with Bingo Bob, which puts the fear of God into Mstr L.
I wanted to tell you about this brilliant site that I have just discovered called Busy and The Boy, and I love their stuff. This site has an amazing selection of kids’ clothes and fun accessories. See below for some of my favourites, and there is even a wonderful 20% discount using the code ‘WELCOME’.
Yes. I’ve seen the advert, and I may have even shed a tear.