Our beloved daughter, Zelda, is now three years old. And very conscious of the fact, too.
She has stopped wearing a nappy at night time, much to our delight. The whole process went quickly and smoothly after we forgot to put one on her one night recently. Since then we have not bothered, and she has only had one accident during the last ten days or so. The only down side to the story is that we had just bought a new packet of nappies (hardly the cheapest consumeable), which are now gathering dust in the bedroom.
Her speech has also developed, and I am of the opinion that she shifts between English and Swedish far more easily and often than Freya did at that age. Though I could be wrong, and I do not trust my memory.
Today we went to a special kind of shop that, despite my belief that it had become extinct many years ago, still exists. If you are willing to look hard and long enough.
In this shop you can find modern and old films in the form of DVD’s. If you find one that appeals, the owner of the shop will lend it to you for a sum of money (usually disclosed on a sign somewhere within the establishment). The recipient of the (hopefully entertaining) film then has twenty-four hours in which to watch the film, before returning it to the pleasant person behind the counter of the shop from which the DVD came. If the person whom is to recieve the DVD has not yet risen to open the shop then a handy deposit box is usually available to accept and secure the film on the tardy shop owner’s behalf.
It is both quaint and reassuring that such shops operate in the age of downloading and streaming, and, in our case, we were gladdened to peruse and gain access to a DVD that we wanted to watch: UP.
It does not happen very often that we as a family sit down in front of the TV to watch a film together. The coming autumn weather will probably kindle the urge to view more films, and we hope to catch up on the many motion pictures that have passed us by the last few years.
Good film, by the way.
As I have surely mentioned before, I have had a problem with stress. It started around about the time I became a parent, and has haunted me on and off ever since. Now, I am not saying in any way that I regret having children – it has been the best thing I have done in my life.
The last few weeks have been quite good. Even with my daughters going back to nursery school after a long summer holiday, they have made the transition to normal routines very easily. This has helped me enormously in the mornings, where all goes smoothly without tears or frustration (on their and my part respectively). A large part of that is due, no doubt, to us all getting a good night sleep.
I still have a few problems with the evening routines. Having things done by a certain time (snack, getting ready for bed, reading a book, getting them to sleep) still gnaws away at my patience, and I hope that a bit of hard work to break down these regimented times will reap rewards.
The world cup is well under way, and England are playing appallingly. Their first match against USA ended in a draw, their second group match also left the team with a draw against Algeria. In both matches England could not get it together and left many fans angry. I understand the feelings of those fans – we looked promising in the games running up to the competition – but this should be a time when the fans rally in support of the frustrated players who, despite the comments of some, probably do want to win.
England are not the only top team to feel the pressure: France, Germany and Spain all lost their second matches. Nearly all the groups have just one decent team, so everyone else is vying for a second place, which guarantees a place in the playoffs. It would therefore be quite natural for those teams to try and come away with a point from the matches where they play the more favoured sides. A more defensive strategy may be the reason why England (and others) are finding it difficult to score goals.
Freya and Zelda have been around for the England games. I’d like to say they were watching and supporting, though I think they enjoyed the experience more because of the popcorn and juice they got. They have donned their England shirts and kept them on for most of the games. And for the first match they had their faces painted with the English flag.
We have one more match, which we must win, on Wednesday. I remain confident that England can sort out the problems they have had. Otherwise it will be a serious let down.
Well, Zelda, you have now been at nursery school for almost three weeks. After a very sad first week (you did not like being seperated from me), you are settling in quite nicely: A few tears when I leave you, which is expected, but you soon calm down and get down to it.
I am thankful to the teachers, my colleagues, who have taken you under their wings and given you the physical comfort you have needed to make the transition a smooth one. I am also reasonably confident that, after the two months’ holiday that is soon upon us, you will not have so many problems on your return in August.
I feel honoured and lucky that my daughters can be at my workplace. Freya is soon leaving nursery school for the next step in her education, but I potentially have three more years of working with you so near to me. Not many parents can boast that.