Planning parties

February is coming to an end and I STILL haven't planned Madison's 4th yet!

In fact, I'm feeling rather lazy and part of me would rather just not deal with the hassle of a party.

But Madison is really excited about it and she already told me she wants to invite 16 friends!

16! Where on earth would we find them!

Initially I toyed with the idea of Fidgets, an indoor playground thingy with a function room/host. But that was taken by my neighbour after I told her about it. And her daughter's birthday is exactly 1 week before Madison's. But in any case, indoor playgrounds+kids= GERMS...

So I guess, pool party/ satay/ ?? at home?

As for Annika.. she's really growing up fast! And she's so smart!

Yesterday she wanted me to unwrap a lollipop for her and I was struggling with the plastic wrap. She watched me intently, then looked and me and said "scissors?". Very clearly. She's 18 months! I didn't think an 18 month old could suggest solutions?

Annika seems to enjoy her playgroup too. This morning as we were about to leave to send Madison to school she promptly brought her schoolbag along. And when you ask her when she goes to school she knows it's "Tuesday and Friday"! And what did her teacher tell her? "Don't push kor kor! (older brother)"

My SGH day went fairly smoothly too. I was fortunate to be rostered to a consultant that I had worked for 2 weeks prior so she was somewhat comfortable with me. For some strange reason I've ONLY worked in orthopaedic theatres ever since I started! This week was no different, except that it was A CRAZY list. The surgeons were fast though, so we did manage to finish at 5pm.

I do notice that after I leave the hospital I feel really flushed and then I get really tired and sleepy afterward. Probably breathing in the anaesthetic gases? I can't remember what it was like previously.

The only blip to this weekend was that for some reason Chris and I seemed to be at loggerheads recently.

First when we were giving the kids dinner. He was trying to make Madison eat her vegetables and she was like gagging, tearing and just absolutely miserable. So I just told him not to mix all her food up and not to force her to eat the stuff. Then he got worked up and insisted she ate it. After 5 minutes of sobbing and screaming, I finally dealt with it by asking her to feed herself. And she did.

Then again when Annika started crying after she went to bed. The first time she went back down after crying for 5 minutes. The second time occured close to midnight, so I got up and asked him if he thought she was cold. ( she always kicks the covers off ). She must have heard me and started to cry harder. And so he blames me for making her cry!

Guess everything can't be perfect.