Dec 8, 2006

Party Time

Today we were up quite early and ate our meusli, Skype at the ready, waiting for Nicole to log in. We must have got our timing wring somehow as our paths didn't cross; they were in Norfolk yesterday meeting with Funeral Directors and seeing Nan lying in state as it were, which must have been very difficult and exhausting.

We took the dogs down to the Brook and witnessed grass mowing on an industrial scale, with several sit-on mowers sweeping up and down the sides of the brook followed by a large tractor with foot soldiers following on with strimmers.

We staged a strategic withdrawal and retired "upstairs" to the playground. Eloise gets on the swing, and when you've pushed her what she considers to be hard enough, she points to the adjacent swing, squawks her equivalent of "Get Swinging Buster" and grins inanely if you manage to get swinging in time with her. Some sliding was done also.

Playtime We got back around midday and we were all quite tired so it was off to bed for her, and I read my book for a bit as well as doing some sweeping and general tidying.

When she woke up we made a salad with me chopping up apples and grapes and stuff and her munging it all together with yoghourt (passionfruit flavour) and mayonnaise and spinach (high iron content don't you know).

Strop one occurred after teeth brushing when she decided that she didn't wish to relinquish the toothpaste, and squirted it all over the table when my back was turned.

We prepared for the Christmas party by going up to the new shopping complex at Chermside, which is a monster. At several points we were lost, but by hook or crook we wound up at a kiddies' shoe shop and got some nice pink sandals. Apparently she has thin feet.

Eventually we found our way out of shoptopia and got to the Christmas party, which was hoaching with kids and parents as you might imagine. Eloise set her heart and mind to getting onto the Bouncy Castle which had an enormous giraffe sticking its head into the sky.

Cruelly, I made her eat some food first, and with commendable compliance she sat down on my lap and ate a slice of pizza then assorted junk food which went down very well.

Her bouncy castle methodology was quite discreet. She climbed on, then crouched on all fours near the edge while the bigger kids jumped around like maniacs, apparently just enjoying the way that the whole ground wobbled underneath her. Then she got off again.

Santa Eloisa
Then there was some kind of performance thing where they put little shiny halos on the heads of the kiddies, attached bells to their wrists and played jingle bells. A lady even knelt in front of them and attempted to conduct to this group of ten or so two year olds as they looked at her in great confusion, not singing, and not jingling. They claimed afterwards that they'd been rehearsing all week. At least Eloise has an excuse.

Various other performances of I'm sure marvelous quality if your child was in there ensued, then Santa was wheeled out. I'm pleased to say that Eloise didn't really dig the Santa thing. Not interested remotely. Stands her in good stead, I'd say.

By the time we got all that lot done it was nearly seven o'clock, and time to get home and off to bed.

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