Saturday Morning Pancakes
We're having pancakes for breakfast this morning, I promised Beth I'd make some so we did. She's eaten most of hers, but there's still some left on her plate. Theo in the meantime has eaten all of his banana and then pretty much a whole pancake too. He's a machine ol' Theo Deo.
We watched Hunt for the Wilderpeople last night. It's got 98% on Rotten Tomatoes so we expected it to be excellent. We were both quite disappointed, I mean it wasn't a terrible movie or anything but it certainly wasn't that great either.
Ok well since I wrote that I've been outside and moved all the wood that was left over from when they came and trimmed the walnut tree. It was getting huge and all over the place, now it's cut back. A LOT. Apparently that's good for them, it's just a shame that they also cut the branch where Theo's swing was. Doesn't matter, we've hung the Egg Chair on there and the kids can get in that now and swing. Though it's just a bit too high for them to get in and out of, but still once they're in I can push them and they seem to enjoy it.
I went to New Plymouth all day on Wednesday. It's not the most exciting place, ol' New Plymouth. Had to leave home at 6am and got back home at 8:30pm, after 2 flights to get there and two flights to get back. Joy. Anyway it was a useful day which is the main thing.
I've been teaching myself ViM again. Yes, the crazy old school text editor from 100 years ago. It's got all sorts of bizzare key bindings, but once you've learnt it it's very useful for other systems. I'm editing this story using it right now, in between trying to get Theo to go to sleep so we can go to this birthday party at 11am. Of course he's being a right pain in the arse and playing and giggling and everything other than sleeping in there. I even had him out in the garden helping me while I stacked wood (ok, not really helping, he was playing in the sandpit) in the hope that he would get all nice and tired out. Doesn't seem to have worked, typical.
I bought a new Leaf Blower and Vacuum last weekend at my favourite place, The Stihl Shop. It's also Beth's favourite place at the moment too because they have a little dog there called Bandit. He's the store dog and he's very friendly and lovely. Beth was playing with him while I collected my shiny new blower vac. The man playing with her didn't realise her age, because he was giving her a hard toy dog bone to throw around the place, which Bandit would fetch. But she had to throw it down quite a narrow gap, otherwise it would have smashed into their nice expensive machines. Anyway Beth was actually very good at throwing it straight each time! Once I realised what was happening though I mentioned to him that he was very trusting letting a 3yo throw hard things around in their store. Once he realised he moved her somewhere else to throw the toy for Bandit.
FFS Theo will STILL not sleep. Why do they never sleep when you need them to? So frustrating.
Last weekend was fun, we moved Beth's playhouse. Sounds easy, right? It's not. It's very heavy, so we had to move it on rollers. Took quite a while and a lot of hiffing and heffing but we got there in the end. Oh I also moved the two massive pavers that were where the old (crappy) BBQ used to sit and dug them into the ground where the new house lives. I managed to cock that up while I was doing it and scrap up my arm and gash my hand. I mean nothing major. We also had to take Theo to the Dr because his eye was really puffed up quite badly, Sarah had taken him to the Dr's on the Friday but the Dr seemed to think it was quite normal and was very disinterested. Not the reaction you want when you have a 1yo with an eye he can hardly see out of. Anyway the second Dr gave him some antibiotics for the infection and within 24 hours he was looking much, much better and was able to see again. Poor little Theo he was quite a sad panda when he couldn't see.
I cooked chicken on Sunday night. First in the pressure cooker then I browned it off in the oven. Got it out, served up a leg for Sarah on a plate and tasted quite a few little bits myself, then I think Beth needed me for something so I went to talk to her. When I got back I noticed that the juices running from the leg I'd cut off where quite pink. Oh dear. Back in the oven for another ~30 minutes and all was well, it was pretty well cooked.
Except on Monday morning when I had to go poop. And poop. And poop. And poop. I felt pretty terrible, I guess I gave myself a mildish dose of food poisoning. Bugger. I wasn't too flash on Tuesday either but at least I was able to go to work. Stupid daddy, check the chicken properly next time before tucking in and taste testing lots of uncooked chicken. Doh.
Having an ongoing argument with Sony about our TV. It shouldn't really be this hard, but it is.
THEO IS STILL NOT SLEEP. 1 HOUR LATER. GO TO SLEEP. Giant Poo. Of course, this time I check him he hasn't gone to sleep because of the GIANT poo. UGH. Children.
It's now 5:30pm. In the end I gave up trying to get Theo to sleep, instead Sarah and Beth went to Jack's birthday party without Theo and I. I finally got to him to get to sleep 15 minutes after they left, which was a total failure of the plan to get him to sleep 1 hour before the party. Nevermind, I got a lot more work done around the house. I got out the whippersnipper and cleaned up around the front of the house, then I got out the blower vac and sucked up all the mess I'd made and chucked in the compost. Tada, super simple stuff that.
Once Sarah and Beth got back from Jack's party, Grandma came over and looked after the two of them (Theo was still asleep and Beth went to bed) while Sarah and I went to Cheese's birthday party which was good fun. We went out to the Puketapau and had a burger and chatted to everyone for Cheese's birthday.
We got back home and then I took Beth and Theo into town to see Steve at Donut Robot, he had bought into town his newly restored toy car for the kiddies to ride in. Theo wanted a go, but Beth didn't. Until after we'd gone to the park, then on the walk home she decided she did want a ride in it. When we walked past again Steve was packing everything up, but we still had a quick sit in it for Beth.
Got home, cooked dinner, put everyone including myself to bed. The end.