Quick Catch Up

We love going to the Baltic. There's an excellent room on the second floor called 'the Quay room' where the kids can run, draw, read, climb into an old boat and have a tea party, (!) and generally just relax and have a bit play. There are two comfy settees which makes breastfeeding the little one a lot easier too.
We first went to the Baltic to meet the Tyne and Wear under 7s home ed group but we've been loads of times since. I really wish I could figure out how to put the photos on here in some kind of logical order, however, it's beyond me at the minute.

Friday, March 19th 2010

We had a brilliant day today. I took positive action and decided that Sylvie wouldn't be going back to nursery, so, we all went to Bill Quay Farm to meet the Tyne and Wear under 7 home ed group instead and it was fab! I will upload some photos later.

Sylvie seemed so unhappy when I was dropping her at nursery and it just seemed so wrong. I thought to myself this morning, 'if she dies next week and I've been sending her to nursery two days a week when I don't think she's happy, then so much of her little life has been wasted doing nothing of value'. Crikey, I know this is totally morbid and perhaps a bit irrational, but still - she's far to young to know misery. Anyway, she won't be going back. We are a family and we're going to stick together and embrace each other's highs and lows. Time is precious and so is life, none of it should be wasted, especially when she states she'sd rather stay with us as opposed to going to nursery.

The girls love being outside and I love to see them running. It gives me a lump in my throat to see them in the wild, picking up sticks, jumping in mud, being free and uninhibited. Thank goodness Sylvie came with us.

I was really suprised when we got to the farm. It's bigger than I thought it would be and really easy to get 'round. The girls had a fab time looking at the animals, paticularly a huge ginger pig which seemed quite taken with them. Bea picked up a massive pile of filthy straw from in the middle of the road and started feeding it to the pig. Gave her hands a good scrub after, but she had a great time.

We got there at 10 and everyone else arrived at 11. Annabelle was twisty and tired in the house which is why we set off early. Nicola brought her dog and a friend's dog along with her and Sylvie got to hold the leader which she enjoyed, however, mark's having none of it. He so doesn't want us to have a dog! I'm not suprised really. He's always tasked with cleaning out the guinea pigs even though I said I'd take care of them, I should imagine he's worried about having to take a dog for a walk before work too. He wouldn't have to - it would be my exercise regieme! Nevermind...

Sylvie's staying at my dad's tonight to give her a change of scenary and to keep him company. Even though she's there he still sounded down on the phone when I rang him earlier. Very, very sad, and not going to get any better. Mark and I have scoffed a curry and Bea's presently banging something off the radiator in the living room and it feels like the entire house is moving. I've made some carrott muffins for our day out tomorrow, (don't know where to yet, depends on the weather), and Annabelle is flat out on my knee.

All is good.

I, however, need sleep.
8.40pm, this is me, over and out.