Mummy fail #1736

George chipped his tooth today. 15months of being perfect then along comes my lack of discipline and his front tooth is now incomplete. My poor little lamb. Boy did he cry but then I would if I'd been jumping/dancing in the bath, slipped (inevitably) and bashed my face against the side. We were on FaceTime with alarm when it happened so a nice call for daddy: "oh yes daddy, we're all fine, having a grand time" cue splash, very loud tears, phone dropping and me shouting to be heard over the cries (my god babies are loud) "we'll call you back."
My boys are tough - thank goodness - with mummy fails like this they have to be.cwithin five minutes George had calmed to the occasional son and our chaotic conversation with daddy resumed. We were finally able to actually say what a great day it had been (though given the face smash who knows if he believed us). But it had been amazing. A day at being five bombed by Hawks, owls and vultures at the local bird park. And I do mean dive bombed. In their safety announcement they say "you will have to duck and I don't mean a nod of the head I mean touch your shoes duck." My parents then proceeded to smile and swear in equal measure during the flying displays with Alby saying "bloomin' lek" over and over by the end! We saw a duck race, collected our stamps and hunted down golden eggs, got grizzled at by an owl called Humbug, watched two wheelchair users almost get decapitated by an eagle and watched Alby eat an ice cream whilst wearing my gillet because "it's so cold today".
There is something about Alby making my dad laugh that is just the best thing in the world to me. I'm not saying there's anything special about Alby compared to other four year olds and all he does is come out with those "kids say the best things" type of stuff so it's not the content that provides the magic. I guess it's the chemistry or something but I always know that when you put the two of them together you'll get a good three or four cases of my dad just bursting into laughter/choking on his tea because of something Alby has said. And with each instance you want to bottle it up and say "there, that's what true happiness looks like." I don't want to dismiss how lovely it is when my mum laughs with Alby, far from it, her face lights up and it has magic too but there is just something about Alby and Brooks that nestles in my heart.
As well as seeing the birds with my folks it's been a day of family - messages with my brother in the morning, gifts from GG Rita in the afternoon and s phone call from GG Jouce in the evening. Maybe they all sensed a mummy fail was on the horizon - haha. Whatever the reason it's been a good day. A good day to chip a tooth.

And as a side bar please note that even in bodily damage George is proving competitive with Alby. Alby chipped his tooth in the same bathroom albeit on the sink not the bath and the when he was three not one but still. as we get ready to move house again I appear to be feeling nostalgic - or maybe that's because it's gone midnight, but there's something nice about them being able to have these similar experiences even if they are of the mummy fail variety.

And so it begins....

One year and three months and the stick obsession is now firmly in place. What is it about sticks? Bamboo sticks, rotting sticks, sticks twice as long as themselves. The stick collection outside the front door has officially started. The instant cries when you wrestle the stick out their hands as you shepherd them into the house has officially started. 

George is a stick lover. Hilariously, having watched his ninja brother almost non stop for the past year he will even pose with his stick ninja style. I didn't catch on camera but this afternoon he snuck a stick into the hallway, lunged forward, back foot on tiptoe and arm outstretched. Goon. 

Sunny days are naked days

Following a very grey, wet and windy June summer appears to have returned. England has been blessed with beautiful blue skies, glorious sunshine and heat. And as any young boy will tell you the best way to celebrate / cope with sunshine is by being naked. 

Despite me going through the dressing process with both boys every morning by lunchtime they are completely naked, running in and out of the house and garden, normally via the paddling pool ensuring a house full of delighted squeals and muddy footprints. 

So thrilled is Alby at being naked he has come up with his own song which I know have stuck in my head. To be sung along (in the most part) to the tune of Music maker it goes: "I am the naked man, I come from down your steet and I can be naked, I can be naked..."

This little ditty is belted out at top volume as he runs around the house, high knees, whilst George stomps and twirls nearby. 

I'm afraid I won't be sharing the photos I have of this online but shall leave to your imagination and with luck you may get close to a true sense of the ridiculous revelry we're being treated to.