I’m sure there must have been more funees this week, but with everything going on with the new house and my business seems to be booming, I’m surprised I’ve had enough time to jot down any of them at all!
For some reason, Andrew has been going on about playing with “fighting arrows” at Grandma and Pop’s house. I have no idea where this has come from. From what I’ve managed to get out of him, the “fighting arrows” are basically Robin Hood style arrows, as in bow and arrow arrows, probably because Granny bought the Disney’s Robin Hood DVD and he’s watched it a couple of times. I don’t think we played with them at Grandma and Pop’s house last time we went (which would have been Christmas, it’s a long way away), but maybe he remembers something that my adult brain doesn’t?
Every 2 weeks, there are a pair of gardeners that come and do the garden at Granny and Grandad’s house – they mow the lawn and generally tidy it up. Normally they come around lunchtime, but last week they came a bit later and the 2 of us were sitting resting in front of a DVD whilst Joel was napping. Andrew saw their van out on the drive as he went to fetch a toy from the dining room at the front. He came back in and said excitedly: “The gardeners are in the car park of the house!” I guess that’s what it is really – there are 3 cars there at the moment, which is quite a lot for one house.
Another day, we were playing out in the garden after Joel’s nap, as we do most days at the moment. There is a small wooden hut beneath the branches of the magnolia tree which used to be used by our dog as a kennel when she was alive, but now it’s used as a toy storage hut. Andrew was standing inside it, at the door, peering out across the lawn at Joel and me. He was grinning, and suddenly shouted out: “It’s alright Joel, you can come in, there’s no fire alarm!” I thought we hadn’t had many fire alarm references recently – about a year ago all the wot so funee? posts I wrote contained a fire alarm reference!
Then there was a conversation that Andrew and I had one day about the new house, which is finally looking promising for us to move in at the end of this month. It went like this…
A: When we live in our new house, I want a book bed!
Me: What’s a book bed?
A: It’s a sort of double bed with ladders, I go on top and Joel goes on the bottom.
Me: Ah brilliant, a BUNK bed I think you mean!
A: Yes that’s right, a bunk bed please [cheeky grin].
I don’t think it’d be wise to have a bunk bed just yet, but if they still want one once Joel is in a bed and not his cot, then we can think about it. Daddy says there are pros and cons to sharing a bunk bed with your brother.