It’s just a change of colours really, not a new template or anything, but I thought it was time for a fresh coat of paint. I’m still not sure of this one, it’s a bit cold maybe, I’ll live with it awhile and then see. If you can’t see any change just refresh your browser a couple of times and that should do the trick.
I know it’s causing all sorts of problems for people trying to travel this Christmas, but this fog makes for some really nice views from my backgarden.
We spent an afternoon at Smyth’s toy superstore yesterday looking for Eve’s Christmas present (you know…so we could pass on the request to Santa Claus of course). It was only meant to be a quick in-and-out job; we’d go in, make our selection and get out of there. By all accounts these places aren’t much fun in the week before Christmas.
Well, as it turned out it wasn’t busy at all, I guess people are far more organised than us or they were put off by the same scare stories we’d heard. Still we were there for what felt like hours…wandering up and down the aisles asking each other, “What about this? Would she be into this?” and avoiding the big pink aisle which held the evil Bratz dolls (seriously…am I the only one who thinks dolls who’ve obviously had a lot of work done isn’t a good idea?).
Eve for her part seemed mildly interested in everything and pottered around playing with each toy at her eye level for about 5 minutes before going onto the next. We’d kind of hoped she would show particular interest in one thing and help us out but it wasn’t to be. In fact the only thing she tried to grab and run out of the doors with was a kiddy-sized shopping trolley belonging to the shop.
The reason we spent so long in there was that I found myself doing something that I did last year, when it was even more ridiculous; I found myself rejecting toys because they weren’t expensive enough or big enough. To be honest Eve is still too young to even know that there is anything different about next Monday and if there were no big presents under the tree she’d not give two hoots. She did really well out of her birthday two months ago, so much so that she’s not had a chance to get around to all of those gifts yet and now she’s about to get a load more. Not because she wants them, or because she’s asked for them but because it’s Christmas and we feel compelled to buy them for her.
I’m not trying to say I would consider not buying her anything at all, I know she’ll love it when she wakes up on Christmas morning and finds her treasures. I just hated my reaction as I walked around the shop putting back toys I know she’d enjoy merely because they only cost a tenner or less. I imagined being asked by people what Eve got from Santa and telling them a bag of plastic animals and being a bit embarrassed. How stupid is that!?
There’s a lot of talk about pester power and how commercials shown during children’s tv shows put a lot of pressure on parents, and I certainly don’t look forward to when Eve is old enough for all of that. But what has surprised me most is the pressure I put on myself to appear to be lavishing expensive toys on her. The phrase I kept hearing in my head was “But it’s Christmas!”
Well, in the end we settled on a gift that cost under €40 and hopefully she’ll like it. It’s got Dora on it so it’s a pretty safe bet and Eve seemed to show a bit more interest in it than in everything else. Still, I’m thinking the toy that’ll win the day will be the packet of plastic pumpkin straws that we found on the Hallowe’en clear-out shelf for her Christmas stocking.
Colm over at InFactAh is organising a Christmas Blogger get-together tonight in the Market Bar in Dublin from 7pm onwards and all are welcome. I’m going to be there and there seems to be a nice group of others signed up so it should be a good laugh.
I went to the blogger meet-up this time last year and, once I’d managed to find everyone, I had a great night.
Hope to see you there!
Eve has been sick for a week now. Well, since we started her in créche a couple of months ago she has been sick most of the time with a few breaks inbetween to allow us to catch our breath before the new virus sets up house. Up until now she hadn’t had a sick day in her short life so dealing with a sick child is a new one for me. Her latest illness seems to be a bad dose of bronchitis.
Sad but true fact of living in Ireland: it costs so much to go to your local doctor (€50 – 55 is the going rate, plus any prescriptions he might give you) that it makes you play the waiting game walking the line between paranoid and responsible parent. Well, she’s not getting any better so I’m bringing her today making the grand total I’ve spent on doctor’s visits in the last two months a whopping €260! All for colds and flus and things the doctor couldn’t help with anyway. Still, she’s just so miserable it doesn’t matter how much it costs if he can actually do something to help her.
Anyway. Here’s my list of ways to keep a coughing, sniffling, wheezing toddler as comfortable as possible. If you have any others please feel free to pass them on to me:
1. Stick a pillow under the top of her mattress to raise her head up a little. Helps to relieve the congestion so she can sleep.
2. Luke warm sponge baths to keep her fever down.
3. A little Vaporub massaged into her chest and back before bed after the bath.
4. All her favourite shows on the TV…Pingu, Boobah (well, she is sick after all), Pocoyo and Peppa Pig.
5. Plenty of cold drinks. She has her two sippy cups to hand at all times with cold orange squash in them to soothe her throat and to make sure she’s getting plenty of fluid.
6. She’s not eating well but she still loves her smoothies from The Happy Pear down in the village. They have a cold buster one that’s full of Vitamin C.
7. Plenty of cuddling on the couch watching Christmas movies like The Santa Clause and Miracle on 34th St.
8. Lots of rest. I know she’s not well when she comes and asks me can she go “night-night” at four o’clock in the afternoon.
9. Loose comfy clothes. It seems logical to bundle her up but that only makes her fever worse.
10. If all else fails a stiff shot of brandy works wonders. Heh, only joking…kind of.