The writing’s on the wall

Foam bath letters on the tiled wall.

I like Isaac’s categorisation by colour.

This afternoon after Isaac had been to the loo, like the good boy he is, he dutifully washed his hands.

About 20 minutes later I stood at the top of the stairs and noticed he was still standing at the sink in the downstairs loo. But now he had the plug in and had filled it with warm water and fetched a few of his Octonauts toys.

“Would you like a bath?” I asked.

“Yeah!” he said, quite enthusiastically and moved operations from the downstairs loo to the upstairs family bathroom. Isn’t it just as well we’re an upstairs family.

The bath was run and in jumped a very happy Isaac, two Captain Barnacles, one Lieutenant Kwazii, a GUP-B and a GUP-D, and they were off for a proper adventure. None of this paddling around in a sink nonsense!

About ten minutes later I noticed that the play had stopped and it was quiet in the bathroom, apart from the gentle lapping of water and the sound of Isaac doing… well something. So I went to investigate.

Isaac is taking a real interest in numbers and letters just now. At nursery he now has to literally sign in by writing his own name. So when I poked my head around the bathroom door I was delighted to see that he had tipped out both tubs of foam letters and was arranging them, by colour, on the tiled wall. That’s my boy! We’ll make an information architect out of him!

I can’t quite decide, though, if the two ducks (one has a knight’s helmet on, by the way) are watching what’s going on or being punished and told to look at the wall.

In which Isaac tells a story about the sun and renames the days of the week

A very serious looking Isaac, aged 3 wearing a striped rugby shirt.

A very serious, but grown-up, looking Isaac (3).

The sun

Last night while putting Isaac (3) to bed he told me a bedtime story. It was about the sun. The sun, he told me, one day fell out of the sky into our garden.

“Please help me get back into the sky,” said the sun.

So Isaac got his small orange trampoline and the sun bounced and bounced on it until he was high enough to reach the sky again. And then he went to sleep. The end.

I think there’s a message there for all of us.

Days of the week

At bedtime this evening Isaac decided that he should rename all the days of the week. This began when he was lying in bed and said “The day after Thursday,” he said, “should be called Milksday!” I asked why and he told me that it was because he likes to have milk after he is thirsty. So Milksday should come after Thursday!

I had already told him that Thursday is named after Thor, the Norse god of thunder. So he decided that all the days of the week should have super hero names. Apart from Milksday, obviously.

Here’s his full list of days, starting with not-Sunday:

  • Batmansday
  • Hulksday
  • Ironmansday
  • Hawkeyesday
  • Thorsday
  • Milksday
  • Spidermanday (which he said could just be shortened to Spidey!)

I shall be submitting my suggestions to diary manufacturer Letts in the morning.

Walking Isaac to playgroup

Isaac in an orange jacket, carrying his monkey

“Can I get a photo of you, please, Isaac?” “Okay!”

One of my favourite things today was walking Isaac to playgroup.

We played “I spy” on the way; the colour edition.

Isaac: I spy with my little eye something the colour… red!

Me: Is it that red car in front of us?

Isaac: YES!

If you ever get to play “I spy (colour edition)” with Isaac, it’s usually a car. Or a lorry. Or a van. Or… you get the idea.

Our three year old kept waking up too hot during the night. What we did will blow your mind!

Open window. (Photo credit: Mattox on Free Images)

Open window. (Photo credit: Mattox on Free Images)

Those Upworthy style headlines that have been popping up everywhere are annoying, aren’t they.

I’m not the only one to found this. Dean Burnett from The Guardian has. Duncan Stephen from the University of St Andrews digital communications team has. They got CNN into trouble a couple of months ago, when used rather irresponsibly.

Anyway, young Isaac (3) has been repeatedly waking up during the night pouring with sweat: far too hot. We’ve had to change his pyjamas sometimes twice during the night.

What did we do to sort it out? Erm… we opened his bedroom window a little bit and got some air circulating in his room.

Mind blown?

Cycling and sleeping

Sign beside road saying: deer for 2 miles

The B940 somewhere north-east of Anstruther

After a week off from cycling (to get over a tummy bug and to attend the IWMW 2012 conference in Edinburgh) I went back out on my bike again this morning just before 06:00.

I’ve done something to my right shoulder. Probably a combination of sleeping badly on it, and being jumped on by Reuben; I’ve started calling Reuben ‘Cato‘ because he attacks me at the most inconvenient moments!

It was good to get out again. Here’s to a slowly developing discipline of early morning cycles and to getting fit again.

Afternoon

When Jane and the boys returned from church at lunchtime (I’d been to All Saints, St Andrews for the 08:00, then retired to bed) Joshua was still asleep in the car, Reuben was asleep in the living room, and Isaac asleep in his pram in the front garden.

Joshua woke first so I brought him through into the study… where he promptly fell asleep again using his cuddly dog (Copper from Disney’s The Fox and the Hound) as a pillow.

He looked so lovely and peaceful.

Joshua asleep on a chair, his head resting on a cuddly dog

Everyone needs a Copper for a pillow.

A day of highs and lows

Isaac

Isaac

Today has been quite remarkable, emotional, upsetting, beautiful and mysterious.

Isaac

Jane and I walked into the living room this morning to witness Isaac taking, what we now suspect may have been a petit mal, an absence seizure. Isaac was lying on the floor, staring into space, quite floppy, quite unresponsive but still breathing. We cuddled him until he came round after about 20-30 seconds.

He’s been fine for the rest of the day, kindly and carefully looked after by his grandparents.

At the time we’d simply assumed that was zoned out and heading off to sleep because he’d been up really early and it was around the time he would be going off to sleep anyway. Not to mention that his two older brothers were notorious for falling asleep on the living room carpet.

It was only in conversation with my Mum (retired nursing sister and midwife) on the phone this evening that she wondered whether it might be a petit mal. We’ll keep an eye on him and get him checked out at the GP on Monday morning.

Edinburgh

I then drove Jane down to the Royal Infirmary of Edinburgh to allow her to visit her maternal Grandma, who is really very unwell. It turned out to be a most upsetting visit. Lots of prayers and lovely, caring thoughts for Jane, her family, and wee grandma please.

Meanwhile Reuben, Joshua and I had a lovely visit to Homebase at Straiton to buy an indoor broom, which Reuben chose (it was the red one). We were there for AGES while R+J asked “What’s that?… What’s that?… We’ve got one of those, haven’t we!… Can we go upstairs now… I need the toilet!”

Thank goodness for Sainsbury’s next door. After team wees we bought a few essentials (sausage rolls, pasta, strawberries, raspberries and two LEGO Ninjago warriors for two lovely boys who were just an absolute delight to be with all day. I love them all so much.

And now the boys are in bed, although Reuben has been sick (just as Joshua was last night), and I was feeling ready to sit and weep when I wandered through to the living room to watch Andy Murray beat Marcos Baghdatis at Wimbledon. Wimble-well-done Andy! A good ending to an unusual day.

I pray that tomorrow is less dramatic but equally full of cuddles.

Lazing on a Sunday afternoon

Room 106 at The Bonham, Edinburgh

Room 106 at The Bonham, Edinburgh

On Sunday afternoon Jane and I drove to The Bonham hotel in Edinburgh and enjoyed a blissfully quiet afternoon, evening and morning in the company of one another. It was our first night away together without any children since, I think, May 2010.

The Bonham is a gorgeous hotel on Drumsheugh Gardens, a stone’s throw from St Mary’s Cathedral on Palmerston Place and overlooking the Dean Bridge. It fuses traditional with modern quite effortlessly.

We got a fabulous deal through itison.com: dinner, bed and breakfast, with unlimited movies for a bargain £140 (for one night). To give you an idea of how much we might have been saving, a Scottish cooked breakfast costs £14.00.

After booking in we climbed the stairs to the first floor, unlocked the door to room 106 and were welcomed with a bottle of champagne (or whatever the Italian equivalent is) and the TV was on showing… F1 Grand Prix. Now that’s my kind of hotel room. None of this patronising “Welcome to room 106 Mr and Mrs Saunders” nonsense message on the screen.

Dinner was utterly fabulous in the critically acclaimed Restaurant at The Bonham. I would happily eat there every night!

All in all, a wonderfully relaxing 24 hours in the company of my favourite wife, reading, watching telly and enjoying the silence.

We drove back to Anstruther yesterday afternoon just in time to pick up Reuben and Joshua from nursery, having first bought the boys a present (Star Wars lightsabers for Reuben and Joshua, and an Ikea chair for Isaac) and treated ourselves to a new kingsize mattress. (Hopefully that will help my back mend.)