On Tuesday as I was walking back from nursery with Nora and chatting with her about her day, Nora told me that Sam said that he’s going to marry her. I thought ‘Awwwww… that is so cute’

Yesterday, as we were getting ready for bed I told Jules about Sam’s plan and Jules told Nora that she is too young to get married, to which Nora argued that she is not. Jules reminded her that she is three years old and that is too young to which Nora disagreed.

He then asked her how old does she need to be able to get married.

SIXTEEN she said… in a ‘duh… everybody knows that’ tone of voice.

I asked her who told her about the legal marriage age… and again with her ‘duh… everybody knows that’ tone of voice she answered ‘nobody’ and proceeded to look at her story book to indicate the matter is now closed!

And that was that.

The conversation we had on our fourth wedding anniversary

So after our trip to Legoland…

It is now my turn to be covered in spots.

On Friday, I received a text from Liz telling me that Nate has chicken pox! I replied saying that Nora just has a bit of spots but maybe they are just spots and carried on the day as normal until about 12 noon when Lina text me to say that she does not think that Maya has chicken pox.

Oh dear. This was after we met up with Mei and her baby brother in the library. So I cancelled her playdate with Maya as a precaution and went off to get calamine lotion.

Come Saturday, the spots on her back was scabby and there were more spots… even under her hair.

So, here I am on Monday trying to find things to entertain her with as she keeps saying that it is ‘soooooooooooo booooooooooooooring’. Her eyes lit up, on Saturday when I said we’ll go to the Chinese shop, only to see the light fade from her face when she reminded me that she can’t go out.

The poor thing. She’s been very good, and trying really hard not to scratch… and she doesn’t… but I know she is so uncomfortable and just want the spots to go away.

Anyway, it has been cold here. I’m not whinging as it is winter. And it snowed today. Again, I’m not whinging as it is winter.

Nora was so excited about the snow but all kids do. I was more worried. We were planning to go to Nate’s house for a playdate and I know that it would be a longer walk in the snow and cold.

She slipped twice and just as she got the hang of walking on a bit of ice, I heard a voice behind me. The woman was mumbling, or having a conversation with her guide dog about going to St Boniface church. We were going up a residential street and I know for a fact that there are no churches up the street and I stopped her and told her so. I told her that if she went back to the main road and turn left, there are two churches down on the main road.

Then I thought, why am I giving a blind woman directions. Nora was getting a bit jumpy about the woman’s guide dog plus she was starting to say she was cold but I can’t just leave a blind woman going the wrong way.

I took her to the first church, which was of course the wrong one as it’s St Nicholas. So, I took her to the second church and was confused about the entrance. But I delivered her to the right place in the end.

That was our good deed for the day.

It it ours as poor Nora was freezing and confused about the whole thing but she was patient as it took quite a while. On the way up hill towards Nate’s place, I explained to her that the woman was blind, which means that she cannot see. She had a dog, which was her guide dog, but helpful as the dog is, it cannot know where the woman wanted to go. So, if we know that a vulnerable person is in trouble, we have to help them.

I think she understood what I was trying to tell her… even in the frozen state she was with the wind and snow blowing into her face and that a half an hour walk (usually without the snow) became an hour.

Poor Nora… in the end she said that she doesn’t like snow. But it didn’t stop her from throwing snow balls at me when we left Nate’s… though she was miserable when we first got there, she was OK again when she warmed up.

No, I’m not fond of snow either. I like being indoors looking out. It is mesmerizing, but it means it is cold out there, and the next day it will be slippery, and then it will turn into slush. Yes, it is only nice when it first settles.

So, I’m not looking forward when we have to go out tomorrow as Nora has ballet and I need to go and do some grocery shopping.

Last Friday, we met up with Liz and Nathaniel at the library as there was no Friday Frogs. When Nora and I got to the library we saw Andrea with Ella and Baby Lucas. Nora and Ella started playing and choosing books while Andrea and I chatted. Our little Toots get together completed when Liz arrived with Nathaniel.

As the moms chatted, Nora started jumping about. Not the quietly jumping but seriously loud stomping kind of jumping. Ella and Nathaniel must have decided that it was fun and funny and joined in. So, we had three toddlers jumping up and down and the moms trying to shush them to no avail…

Until…

The librarian came over and told us to keep it down as the floor is not really sound proof and people down stairs can actually hear the stomping.

Oh dear… the last time I was told off by a librarian was in University and trust me that was a long time ago.

That did the trick and they stopped but didn’t stop them from redecorating the library with books everywhere.

Sigh…

Well… I’ve signed Nora up to do ballet and maybe… just maybe she’ll stop stomping around!

Yeah… I can hear you say ‘Wishful thinking…’

Anyway, a few weeks ago, we got a leaflet through the door about ballet classes. I showed the leaflet to Nora and ever since that day, there’s been a constant request to go to ballet class. I didn’t really do anything about it because I thought that she just likes the idea of wearing a girlie dress and was not sure if she would actually like it.

But a couple of weeks ago, she mentioned it again and I noticed that the class just down the main street does a free trial and I booked her in.

We went today.

And she loved it. The joy on her face when she was ‘dancing’ was enough to convince me to sign her up.

Next week, she has a party to go to but the week after, she will be starting on her class… and then I will be that pushy mom standing outside the door telling her to stand up straight and point her toes!

“To fight baddies!”

Errrm… OK. So I got some kitchen roll card bit that we kept and made her… errm… I guess… a baddie fighting weapon and a telescope.

They kept her out of my hair for a few minutes to do the dishes

Today, as any other day, she says ‘Me too.’

Today, unlike any day, she added ‘I love myself.’

Oh well… at least I know that she has not self loathing problem.

Yesterday, I got really crossed with Nora. I sewed two felt flowers for her and they went missing. She was playing with them by the sofa but when I was trying to tidy the front room, we could not find it.

Nora kept insisting that she didn’t lose the flowers and I told her that if we can’t find the flowers, she cannot play with any of her toys. We were going to go out and get boxes and tidy everything up. She also has to choose the toys that she is not playing with anymore to give away as I am fed up with all the mess and she just has too many things.

As I said, I was very cross.

We got boxes. We tidied up. We didn’t find the flowers.

In the evening, as I was putting a book on the shelf, I saw the flowers!

She was right, she didn’t lose the flowers. I did take them away from her when she was playing near the sofa as I was worried that she would lose them… and I totally forgot about it.

This morning, I told her what happened and I apologised as I made a mistake… but she still need to keep her toys tidy.