Good day, bad day

Kai told me yesterday, in a woeful tone, that he didn't have a good time in school. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. "No," said the sad soon-to-be-5yo (who incidentally, got reprimanded by his teacher for being rude just before I picked him up).

He was still down in the mouth when I tucked him in to bed. So I asked him what are the things that make him happy? He just shrugged.

This is what I said: "Mummy has good days and bad days too. On bad days, I like to think about things that make me happy. You know what makes me happy? You. So when I am sad, I think about you. And that makes me happy again."

That finally put a smile on my little man's face.

How was your day?

Splash of spring

So bold bright colors are in for SS11 huh? I guess I'm on trend then.

I was mucking around in the living room with Kit, pretending to be soldiers and marching around the room. Suddenly he whirled around and walked right straight into the CUSHIONED armrest of the sofa. Blood streamed down his lips and my poor baby screamed in pain.

He had cut his upper lip badly, and he wouldn't allow me to put pressure on the cut. Eventually I calmed him down enough to stop the bleeding and check that he didn't need stitches. What drama.

Nonetheless, he returned to his sunny self shortly after the incident, drank his milk, and went down for his nap happily. And this is how my blouse looked like in the aftermath.