tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88682432024-03-08T01:03:56.497+00:00Tedster's Secret LaboratoryHow things look from down here. The diary of a pre-schooler.Mr Harcombehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16222914295707319699noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-88880233755312324342008-04-13T13:47:00.003+01:002008-04-13T13:54:45.080+01:00Guess something's going right, thereSet the scene - it's Friday evening, sometime shortly after 6pm (maybe more like 6.30pm in fairness)...<br /><br />"C'mon, Ted. S'bed time," says I.<br />"Is it school tomorrow, Dad?"<br />"No, Ted, it's the weekend, " I reassured him. "You've got two whole days at home."<br />"Awww!"<br /><br />Ted pauses for a moment.<br /><br />"What day is it after that?"<br />"It's Monday, darling. A school day again."<br />"Yippee!" crows Ted, arms pumping in the air.<br /><br />Seems we're no longer needed :)<br /><br />*sigh*Mr Harcombehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16222914295707319699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-35991827931352745972007-08-28T18:40:00.001+01:002007-08-28T21:06:57.654+01:00You're not making a canoe out of me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ziXX7eqo1jikdEzmDLYWW863JZujvkAZ2iL4wmY_lFYh32WQ05isXeKqORFyqsmvq_HiZOpNfamvsI5CviTJUhiiwHCFgkNy1jKNTY9EXONLCcOph4wu7xekbkTRS834Ca6Z/s1600-h/P1020234.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103833192416658082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ziXX7eqo1jikdEzmDLYWW863JZujvkAZ2iL4wmY_lFYh32WQ05isXeKqORFyqsmvq_HiZOpNfamvsI5CviTJUhiiwHCFgkNy1jKNTY9EXONLCcOph4wu7xekbkTRS834Ca6Z/s320/P1020234.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8yOlxwctRrzDsKyhQ8K0Lh_CHM-8LB_0iXnhEM6YeLxewCX_c9oV1zDwbXzRmggwQQKQGgeg6-VdC8Er0wOygXTJDn95qrOgcY0VC297H2M6v9SeZItkVRoC_-oGYcnU6yLCE/s1600-h/P1020235.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103833686337897138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8yOlxwctRrzDsKyhQ8K0Lh_CHM-8LB_0iXnhEM6YeLxewCX_c9oV1zDwbXzRmggwQQKQGgeg6-VdC8Er0wOygXTJDn95qrOgcY0VC297H2M6v9SeZItkVRoC_-oGYcnU6yLCE/s320/P1020235.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Got my arms jabbed today - the last (hah! like I haven't heard <i>that</i> before) in readiness for school. And look - to make sure I didn't take on water in the bath they plugged the holes... that's what Dad said, at least.<br /><br />Now I actually say it out loud...<br /><br />Hmmm...<br /><br />I think I'll check that with Mum, later. She did say I was really brave about it - I was just fascinated to watch what was happening (Mum tried to distract me with my toy car, but I wasn't falling for <em>that</em> one again) and it didn't hurt much, really.Tedsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02161987085400714743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-84784995358689809472007-08-27T12:30:00.000+01:002007-08-28T21:13:37.848+01:00Family traditions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTzb10L19GHSqHeZPlNqMzbvOQg5zT8KfPjB01afWzi_QygB04c8xWGhgGOm4FIMUbo4j5dhKFWuBoTfe3ZzgWg06AqW_pPbv9uhswNNZI975TO_yHJ5KU0itB5BKUfhufs1qh/s1600-h/P1020212.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTzb10L19GHSqHeZPlNqMzbvOQg5zT8KfPjB01afWzi_QygB04c8xWGhgGOm4FIMUbo4j5dhKFWuBoTfe3ZzgWg06AqW_pPbv9uhswNNZI975TO_yHJ5KU0itB5BKUfhufs1qh/s320/P1020212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103840738674197714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBr4juCX21ODrh3DripzvRmfb404tOkPExPyETuapZraw4u2CohyphenhyphenLWojlrOzfNSi5EItJ0OMHIB86B6_qLFIcHiGrHDAzh4yZuwWeSlOL1frkiXCGsUN-eIe9dqZD_je-_bequ/s1600-h/P1020215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBr4juCX21ODrh3DripzvRmfb404tOkPExPyETuapZraw4u2CohyphenhyphenLWojlrOzfNSi5EItJ0OMHIB86B6_qLFIcHiGrHDAzh4yZuwWeSlOL1frkiXCGsUN-eIe9dqZD_je-_bequ/s320/P1020215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103841541833082082" border="0" /></a><br />A close call, this one. Was feeling lousy the evening before Ted's party (and Nikki was working) when I was supposed to make the cake - even talked about buying one - then had a fantastic night's sleep and woke up feeling great, so went for it.<br /><br />Just squeaked in :)<br /><br />This is it, in situ at Ted's party - and here's one of the birthday boy about to blow out his candles.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_h7Tfn-Gh28tOrRmA6e4i0srYhXQ8IyhqSkFuwHUpGuXrHyP8vwPO-kYrtTfyzh0GeeuI16_Nn3Nl24Xl2ySOa_9CoO3H-YGR7aUA-FKGmuzvAwFkCetaja6ygIK4zE1dVe0R/s1600-h/P1020218.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_h7Tfn-Gh28tOrRmA6e4i0srYhXQ8IyhqSkFuwHUpGuXrHyP8vwPO-kYrtTfyzh0GeeuI16_Nn3Nl24Xl2ySOa_9CoO3H-YGR7aUA-FKGmuzvAwFkCetaja6ygIK4zE1dVe0R/s320/P1020218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103842722949088514" border="0" /></a>Mr Harcombehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16222914295707319699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-42826303484165366922007-07-27T20:20:00.000+01:002007-08-28T20:38:35.835+01:00Doing an Uncle Peter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPi_jEnr5LPVSTCqWcb9stkjjDTMSyH5rRbRlDB2F7T-MCJo0zeaiBTmQaZhhzRH9BLgJuIj8Sel6wP1Dou_OkWUhfMb6VYYWh27MHTS-T4G20IiEhtBEUIcQ5HNcONUi4RTP/s1600-h/P1020162.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPi_jEnr5LPVSTCqWcb9stkjjDTMSyH5rRbRlDB2F7T-MCJo0zeaiBTmQaZhhzRH9BLgJuIj8Sel6wP1Dou_OkWUhfMb6VYYWh27MHTS-T4G20IiEhtBEUIcQ5HNcONUi4RTP/s320/P1020162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103831427185099410" border="0" /></a>Mr Harcombehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16222914295707319699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-32719245785486213612007-07-24T18:03:00.000+01:002007-08-28T20:10:22.217+01:00A toddler's first face paint<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh50d_syCBweO3s5ADKJgWAJ6dJRi-YrJwbiIBvzElml0cacl3kHzgu1tvvwAvrM-XSX_qSKZcD1t2ve6psFOT7AHTr3KxoqtlcQDVRacR9WS3_3LZxxTanoBcJ94TQQbnV6cXP/s1600-h/P1020159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh50d_syCBweO3s5ADKJgWAJ6dJRi-YrJwbiIBvzElml0cacl3kHzgu1tvvwAvrM-XSX_qSKZcD1t2ve6psFOT7AHTr3KxoqtlcQDVRacR9WS3_3LZxxTanoBcJ94TQQbnV6cXP/s320/P1020159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103830761465168514" border="0" /></a>Mr Harcombehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16222914295707319699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-59352734293810833152007-07-11T18:04:00.000+01:002007-08-28T20:06:44.567+01:00There were three in the bed......and the Daddy said, "no, count those again, Ted!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJv_FGJrLhULsADEiUuHhiMSRCjA1QkyTItx2wI6XpXd_gDJwyz30QamT6nMSmNehiFckuUdl_Jv9L-nRmAicKd0KA9ALzgtcikGGppE8TlVqsBbEQdTtzBKwHS2ioWjHcMIB/s1600-h/IMG_3784.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJv_FGJrLhULsADEiUuHhiMSRCjA1QkyTItx2wI6XpXd_gDJwyz30QamT6nMSmNehiFckuUdl_Jv9L-nRmAicKd0KA9ALzgtcikGGppE8TlVqsBbEQdTtzBKwHS2ioWjHcMIB/s320/IMG_3784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103829206687007346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Ted had taken all of his friends in to see Uncle Peter and Auntie Kirsten that morning - so Uncle Peter returned the favour before the headed back to NZ).Mr Harcombehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16222914295707319699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-22528177743429005602007-03-28T22:38:00.000+01:002007-03-28T22:42:27.617+01:00My name is...Actually it's Wednesday, isn't it, so I should be saying "je m'appelle Ted" - I have French lessons on Wednesdays at nursery. They're cool, we get to play games and sing songs and I nearly alway come home with a sticker!<br /><br />Now all I have to do is explain to Mummy and Daddy (although why I <em>have</em> to explain is beyond me, as it seems perfectly clear) that I can only speak French on Wednesdays, as that's the only day I have my lesson.<br /><br />Au revoir, tout le monde.Tedsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02161987085400714743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-2386651722989591242007-02-15T17:56:00.000+00:002007-02-17T13:05:32.156+00:00In the driving seat<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWHbFFn6k9-HtS0OudGL5TqDoUoyPz83oU_lAe3RcMFk-Ix3J6IONKt918K9Vmz7ogxeBn9WoY_t6D1cN0tm8kZDqtgsafX1Y3CrwHkkVoZOoA8fOsrj9jm6Q9sAQywl8Ujdw6vw/s1600-h/P1010339.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032486679804662434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWHbFFn6k9-HtS0OudGL5TqDoUoyPz83oU_lAe3RcMFk-Ix3J6IONKt918K9Vmz7ogxeBn9WoY_t6D1cN0tm8kZDqtgsafX1Y3CrwHkkVoZOoA8fOsrj9jm6Q9sAQywl8Ujdw6vw/s320/P1010339.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dad - can I drive your car while you unload the bags, please? Thanks.<br /><br /><br /><p>*waits till he's gone*</p>Now, where does he put those glasses? Ah yes. Sorted.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlKVPitclTlCpxeIRSI2LhvplnAc7Lt7JTvAZYJkoOxz93QUVBz6VUaMy6ip3JaVG025MxyLG9L4_dicCFx5m0QWIpLvf1dVW-JEAqzauxTVdMAFefci1CQYoTuOJ0pfaAUwNYw/s1600-h/P1010340.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032487401359168178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlKVPitclTlCpxeIRSI2LhvplnAc7Lt7JTvAZYJkoOxz93QUVBz6VUaMy6ip3JaVG025MxyLG9L4_dicCFx5m0QWIpLvf1dVW-JEAqzauxTVdMAFefci1CQYoTuOJ0pfaAUwNYw/s320/P1010340.JPG" border="0" /></a>Now... after three... one, two, four, <em>three</em>... "get your motor running / head out on the highway / looking for adventure ..."Tedsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02161987085400714743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-45120253674297489272007-02-13T17:21:00.000+00:002007-02-17T12:56:05.701+00:00Making chocolate crunch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ZaLhS8hk3y5fBqZKgnleWFHXZ8ky0cQxrC4OV6wAJB0G8_MiKpwJPRFcycWicrW0prMJ0uD6HWvnZL-KS028TnhD6srFLqfsiJyGSBc_n1e4uYq51UZbSpgNUH95gSYGwmaIig/s1600-h/P1010335.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032485657602445970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ZaLhS8hk3y5fBqZKgnleWFHXZ8ky0cQxrC4OV6wAJB0G8_MiKpwJPRFcycWicrW0prMJ0uD6HWvnZL-KS028TnhD6srFLqfsiJyGSBc_n1e4uYq51UZbSpgNUH95gSYGwmaIig/s320/P1010335.JPG" border="0" /></a>There's some more chocolate in here, I know there is, if I can just... reach... it...<br /><br />Dad! Put that camera down! Put... *sigh*Tedsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02161987085400714743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-58935444269886492162007-02-09T22:03:00.000+00:002007-02-11T15:44:54.365+00:00Ted's first letterConfusing as it may sound, Ted's first letter isn't "T" but, in fact, "E". Let me explain...<br /><br />We were grabbing a coffee (and snack) on the way back from the "train park" (as Ted calls "<a href="http://www.rushcliffe.gov.uk/doc.asp?cat=598">Rushcliffe Country Park</a>") last Sunday, sitting looking out of the window of a <a href="http://www.caffenero.com/">Caffe Nero</a>, when Ted suddenly points to the logo on the window and says (words to the effect of) "that one with the lines going across, that's in my name" - correctly identifying the "E" in "Nero". He's since spotted the same in a newsletter from our church, <a href="http://www.beestonfree.net/">Beeston Free</a>.<br /><br />I told his room manager at nursery and I thought she was about to burst into tears, she looked so pleased.<br /><br />I have to confess I'm impressed - just to be able to start identifying the similarities between how two different words are built up seems impressive. It just goes to remind me of a quote from one of the texts I've been reading - “If we taught children to speak, they’d never learn.” (quoted in "How Children Fail").Mr Harcombehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16222914295707319699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-91984610567114251192007-01-18T20:44:00.000+00:002007-02-11T15:43:06.249+00:00Careful scrutinyPicking up Ted from nursery this evening, I was informed by Annie (his key-worker) that he has a new girlfriend. The young lass, who shall remain nameless, had been playing a game earlier in the day in which the girls had pretended to be stuck on the slide (more details than that I simply do not know) and Ted had repeatedly gone to her aid. She has, apparently, declared her love for Ted - and indeed, such is the interest that her father is now asking questions along the lines of "so, who is this Ted?"<br /><br />I reassured Ted that he'd be best standing behind me as the chances were good that her dad was smaller than his.<br /><br />*sigh*Mr Harcombehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16222914295707319699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-16708060434665443532007-01-06T14:23:00.000+00:002007-02-11T15:45:46.760+00:00Pooped pooch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxvj273rSGQqWMGxBM4ClaOiutbonMWH10LdPuFhD14y0EwBn2VfCwqSvPlHBbtaYTboQo9VdZ911RWv4EDBS0e0bOI23_pj5iRTdrOdjdkHy01hiKE0PMv9DjEcNwVzenL8b/s1600-h/P1010296.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxvj273rSGQqWMGxBM4ClaOiutbonMWH10LdPuFhD14y0EwBn2VfCwqSvPlHBbtaYTboQo9VdZ911RWv4EDBS0e0bOI23_pj5iRTdrOdjdkHy01hiKE0PMv9DjEcNwVzenL8b/s200/P1010296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019475119174059730" border="0" /></a>I think we've broken him... he seemed to be enjoying himself at the gym, then coming home in the car he fell asleep - and stayed asleep when we carried him in an popped him on the sofa... for about an hour!Mr Harcombehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16222914295707319699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-44237813141874493052006-12-11T23:01:00.000+00:002006-12-11T23:02:16.344+00:00The court is now in session<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs91t8hczQDurHbLokGQJqwxFW84xvSX2IEHR3O_3ONB2S825Q_cWm-XnZ-8wZFFdGdPSucA1yyDGdJPyGeoZJZTr0ZzmBewlVgLVgwzQ5I0MtlPaZLmX4hgsNXZUregf7ux5n/s1600-h/P1010068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs91t8hczQDurHbLokGQJqwxFW84xvSX2IEHR3O_3ONB2S825Q_cWm-XnZ-8wZFFdGdPSucA1yyDGdJPyGeoZJZTr0ZzmBewlVgLVgwzQ5I0MtlPaZLmX4hgsNXZUregf7ux5n/s200/P1010068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007404234821934370" border="0" /></a>"So you see, ladies, it's like this..." and so it began, the right honourable Tedster presiding (he's recently begun adopting the cross-legged pose wherever and whenever, which even includes sitting in his car seat... very cute).<br /><br />We all had a lovely time at Cat and Paul's (aka Vaguely) wedding at the weekend - Ted was running on fumes by 2230, so that's when we headed back to the hotel. Sadly, he decided it was time to wake up at 0630 the following morning... we convinced him to "settle" (and I use the term in it's loosest form) until 0730 when I finally accepted the inevitable and took him for a walk around the lake (<a href="http://www.waverley.gov.uk/countryside/site08.asp">Frensham Pond</a>) to get some fresh air.Mr Harcombehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16222914295707319699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-1163113034454176862006-11-09T22:41:00.000+00:002007-02-11T15:46:06.450+00:00Sympathy blogJust for the record, Ted currently has a middle ear infection. Everybody say "Ahhhh".<br /><br />Just a bit more for the record, we had the most frustrating night of (not) sleep that I can recall in a long time. Ted must have come through (or just lay in bed and howled) a dozen times or more. I kid you not. The problem was that he couldn't tell us what the matter was... he simply didn't seem to know how to tell us that he wasn't sleeping because his ear hurt.<br /><br />It wasn't until Nikki was trying to wash his face and noticed that his right ear was overly filled with wax (and he was guarding it) that the light bulb went on, so to speak. And so... one trip to the doctors later and we have his second of course of antibiotics.<br /><br />*sigh*Mr Harcombehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16222914295707319699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-1156629458975798092006-08-26T22:57:00.000+01:002007-02-11T15:47:05.415+00:00Happy Birthday... to me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1055/279/1600/P1000683.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1055/279/320/P1000683.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>King for a day - nice! It's my birthday, don't y'know?<br /><br />Had a lovely party with all my friends from nursery (once Daddy and Mummy dragged me away from my new trains).<br /><br />I could get used to this.<br /><br />Every year, you say? That's a start...Tedsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02161987085400714743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-1155288227131665532006-08-10T18:05:00.000+01:002007-02-18T21:04:58.304+00:00War Wounds!Well, there you go... some days you just can't win. We had to go pick up a prescription from the doctor's surgery on campus after nursery. Ted dutifully (not quietly, note, but dutifully) let me plonk him rather quickly (and definitely unceremoniously) into the car (I was, just for a change, running late) and we scooted up to the surgery.<br /><br />Having done that, I relaxed a little, so when Ted spotted some birds on some grass (raised from where we were) around the nearby halls of residence I was happy to pop him up on high, hop up myself, and let him toddle around (perhaps "toddle" isn't doing him justice these days, but there y'go). So for the next five minutes or so we chased birds (or rather, Ted chased birds and I carefully herded Ted away from the five foot drop back down to the path) until we found ourselves at a point where the path came up to meet the grass at which point I deemed it time to go back to the car.<br /><br />Ted then, giggling happily, started running back down the path... *trip*... <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">WAAAAH</span>! So we now have two skinned knees; our first, we think, of no doubt many. And this in spite of my constant vigilance in making sure he didn't hurl himself from up on high and hurt himself.<br /><br />*sigh*Mr Harcombehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16222914295707319699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-1151961990421025022006-07-02T19:25:00.000+01:002007-02-11T15:48:15.020+00:00Helping Grandma<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1329/623/320/P1000307.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1329/623/160/P1000307.jpg" border="0" /></a> Very environmentally friendly using water from the paddling pool <a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09793851999390994385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-1151962086420171642006-07-02T13:27:00.000+01:002006-07-03T22:28:06.420+01:00Been shopping with Grandma<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1329/623/320/P1000301.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1329/623/160/P1000301.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a> Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09793851999390994385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-1151961832084415492006-07-01T18:22:00.000+01:002007-02-11T15:49:03.481+00:00Sun Gear<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1329/623/320/P1000312.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1329/623/160/P1000312.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09793851999390994385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-1151962786030102302006-07-01T14:36:00.000+01:002007-02-11T15:49:52.847+00:00Of paddling pools and things<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1329/623/320/P1000291.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1329/623/160/P1000291.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I am a big boy now; please can I have a swimming pool more becoming of my size?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1329/623/320/P1000303.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1329/623/160/P1000303.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />That's more like it, thank you. <a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09793851999390994385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-1151963883105811802006-06-15T17:53:00.000+01:002007-02-11T15:50:06.009+00:00Very patriotic!!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1329/623/320/P1000282.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1329/623/160/P1000282.jpg" border="0" /></a> Come on Eng.....snore! (Has the same interest in football as his father) <a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09793851999390994385noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-1150142564245281022006-06-12T21:00:00.000+01:002006-06-12T21:22:15.063+01:00For those of you keeping score......it's been four full days since Teddy had an "accident".<br /><br />For those not keeping score, Ted is potty-training (he decided it was time - the weekend before Nikki's last exam) and has come on far more quickly than we dared hope. Here we are after about two weeks of practice and he's taking himself to the potty when he needs to go (and, like I say, he hasn't had an accident since Thursday evening). Result!<br /><br />*sigh*Mr Harcombehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16222914295707319699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-1151964040180717222006-06-09T18:59:00.000+01:002006-07-03T23:00:40.180+01:00Happy day!!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1329/623/320/P1000280.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1329/623/160/P1000280.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a> Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09793851999390994385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-1145845091109076642006-04-16T18:45:00.000+01:002006-05-06T22:18:06.820+01:00Happy Easter!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1460/632/1600/IMG_3400-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1460/632/200/IMG_3400-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This "Canada" lark is great. All day ladies in any shop we've been into have given me treats - I've had cookies, mini eggs - life is good. And then... And then... After a lovely meal with Uncle Dave and Auntie Karen, the lady in the restaurant said I'd been good and would I like a treat? Of course I said "yes" (although I think the question was actually asked of Mummy and Daddy) hoping for maybe a little more chocolate, but instead I got... <span style="font-style: italic;">chicken</span>! How great is that?!Tedsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02161987085400714743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868243.post-1142807507513519652006-03-12T15:14:00.000+00:002006-03-19T23:00:42.426+00:00Chilly? No, comrade, we haven't finished in...And I won't finish the punchline to save us getting red flagged ;)<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1055/279/1600/Copy%20of%20IMG_3345.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1055/279/200/Copy%20of%20IMG_3345.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />But suffice it to say, Ted enjoyed his first sledging experience - he even took part in the odd snowball fight.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1055/279/1600/IMG_3347.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1055/279/200/IMG_3347.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />He even helped me starting off a snowman for some of the older children we were with.Mr Harcombehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16222914295707319699noreply@blogger.com0