Sunday, 13 March 2011

Spring in the back the garden



In the garden of our new house this Spring, we are discovering all the bulbs that lay hidden underground during the Winter. Andrew took this lovely photo of some crocuses at the base of the apple tree. There are more throughout the lawn, and they look very pretty.

Wednesday, 9 March 2011

March update

It was sunny here yesterday so people were wearing shorts and flip flops about on the streets. I even wore a t-shirt. That’s what happens when it is a balmy 10oC in Oxford.

Andrew is off work this week, and so doing a very good job at looking after the kids and knowing what is going on with them, as he does the pick up and drop off to nursery. He took Sophie to the GP on Mon as she keeps getting fevers (possible ear or chest infection) with the results that she has started her third lots of antibiotics for the month. She seems to be doing ok though. She's had a fever a few evenings this week, but not tonight.....yet. Andrew even cooked their dinner tonight, and I went to Magdalen College for evensong, to hear the boys singing Allegri's Miserere mei, Deus - lucky me!

I'm enjoying my new job as a research assistant very much. I've been doing new techniques, and got to play with hepatitis C virus too. It may all be in my mind, but I feel a lot more relaxed and as if the pressure is off me a bit. Placebo affect or no, it is a good thing.


Another of Williams' entertaining 3.5 year old sentences:
I ate some crust, look how curly my hair is!

I wanted to record some of William’s talking progress. In December he seemed to have discovered the suffix –ment. He was using it is all sorts of contexts as he works out what it is really for:
This ramp is very slippy, it has lots of slipment.
What is this blockment?


He has also told us some of his dreams. Things like: “I dreamed of ice cream”. Or, he might wake up and come to us in our bedroom saying “something is biting me”, and when we ask what, he replied “dinosaurs”, which we find very cute. One night as he was sleeping in a sleeping bag, he woke up saying “there is something snappy in my bed”. It is hard to turn him away, so his originally rather random appearances in our room in the middle of the night have somehow developed into a regular event. He comes into our bed almost every night now, arriving between 2-5am. Hmmmm, might need to do something about this at some stage.