Every week I join in with Living Arrows, a blog linky run by Donna at What the Redhead Said. The name Living Arrows comes from a poem by Kahlil Gibran; “You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth”, and each Monday I share a photo of M and a bit about what we’ve been up to the previous week.
This week, M has had chickenpox. It’s the first time she’s ever had a proper temperature and I didn’t like it! Fortunately, it only took one dose of Calpol to bring it down, and she’s gone through the week like an absolute trooper. At the start of the week I was worried that it was actually something other than chickenpox, as she didn’t have any spots at all on her torso, but instead they were clustered all up the back of her legs.
I was starting to worry that she had some kind of flesh-eating disease as it looked so sore, and was concerned that I was neglecting her by not taking her to the doctor as there’s no need to with chickenpox. So I messaged my lovely friend, who also happens to be a Health Visitor, with some photos of M’s legs and she confirmed it for me. Although she did say she’d never seen chickenpox presented in that way before. Trust M to be different!
Thankfully, by Friday we were out of quarantine and took a trip to the library. M met another little girl there and they had a lovely time ‘chatting’ away to one another. I also picked up some books for my Pondering Playtime series, so we both left happy!
On Saturday we had a mega productive day which started with a trip to the beach. We chose Great Yarmouth, as it’s probably the closest beach to our house, and it was almost completely deserted, apart from a few dog walkers. It was chilly but sunny, and so nice to be able to blow away the cobwebs after being stuck inside for most of the week.
M is still not a massive fan of sand. She refused to walk on it and insisted her daddy carry her. I’ve ordered some natural-looking play sand for her (we’ve already got some purple sand, but I don’t think she associates the two!) so that we can put it in the tuff spot to get her more comfortable with it. Last summer she was happily playing on the same beach, so I think it might just be because she hasn’t played with sand for a while.
Once we got home, M had a nap and I made some flapjacks, then we put the cot bed for the new baby together, with M’s ‘help’! She was fascinated by the whole process and loved handing us screws and climbing all over us as we knelt on the floor. Now that it’s up, she points at the cot bed every time she walks past that room. I still don’t think she really understands that there’s an actual baby on the way, but she’ll realise soon enough! I just have a bit more decluttering and sorting to do, and some furniture to order, before we stop calling the spare room a spare room and start calling it a nursery!