Tuesday, 26 May 2015

Running, running, running, running....


I knew the McBaby was going to be a runner when he was in the womb. Lately he's been running off and powering round supermarkets laughing, into offices and once even into a church while I traipse after him looking exhausted.

So, I signed him up for a 200m!

We arrived on the day, checked in and were directed to the start line for the race at 9.30am. At 9.27am, we were told that the race was at 9.45 and that we weren't at the start line (I was confused by the 6m by 6m sign that said 'start'). "Don't know where it starts, but it's not here - this is the finish line."

Aha. So we simply walk over to the line 200m away from here.
"No, it's not here and can you get away from my bouncy castle."

We spot people lining up at the 300m line at 9.30am. "This is the 300m line", I say to a man in a hi-vis jacket.

"Ssssh" he says, winking at me.

So we line up. The guns goes off and the McBaby sprints to the finish line. Except he doesn't. He sort of dawdles and runs with big strides at snail's pace- totally unfazed by everyone else's competitive spirit. He gets a medal and a goody bag which I then decanter into the picnic bag that we're taking to a picnic with some friends.

We leave the sports day and arrive at a deserted picnic area where the McBaby sprints off at top speed, leaving me to carry everything to the table, shouting 'can't catch me!". Next time, Rodney, next time....

Monday, 11 May 2015


Poor MrM. Unable to speak and coughing like a steam train, he didn't get to come with us to Sheepdrove Organic Farm who were hosting one of the Newbury Spring Festival events.

With two grand pianos played by husband-and-wife team Mikhail Kazakevich and Elena Zozina with narration from Richard Morris, this performance of some of Prokofiev's arrangements for the ballet of Cinderella was a huge success.

The audience was made up of very young babies, toddlers and children, as well as mums and dads and grandparents, some lucky enough to be sitting with the children on the massive bean bags on the floor. With little mice around the auditorium, a clock and a glass slipper, the scene was set for a beautiful and animated rendition of the children's much-loved classic fairy tale.

As well as nearly an hour of fabulous music and brilliant narration (including a memorable scene where the ugly sisters fought over a scarf, this was a wonderful experience for McBaby and me. Polished off with a sandwich lunch with organic, natural and wholesome ingredients, it was a day to remember, and like Richard Morris said at the beginning, paved the way for us to enjoy the Spring Festival as we get older!

Just by chance, we had another Cinderella experience this week which was at the cinema. The McBaby enjoyed Frozen Fever which was shown to Cinderella viewers, but found the main programme saccharine and pointless - after all there are far better film versions; not sure why they bothered with this one.

Sunday, 10 May 2015

Thursday, 30 April 2015

Restaurant etiquette

We were having an admittedly boring lunch with someone the other day when MrM decided to go to the toilet. Once he'd disappeared, the McBaby decided life was unbearable without his presence so ran after him. I had to disappear too, leaving our lunch companion to carry on talking alone. I reached the toilets and the McBaby was hammering on the toilet door.


I tried to intervene and shouted through the door that I was sorry that I hadn't been quick enough to stop him. The door opens. To reveal someone we'd never seen before who now understands what it's like to go to the toilet when you're a parent.