Vet

Last week was half term and it has been an eventful half term. Both girls had croup. First number one child to be followed a couple of days later by the younger one. Of course CE had it worse and she is useless at being ill. So sleepless nights for me.

To round of the week of the cat was in a fight. Not that unusual after all they are territorial creatures. But he got hurt and he now has an infected wound on his paw. Luckily he is the most docile cat when it comes to being manhandled. He purrs at the vet and we can get antibiotics into him without the aid of a towel (to swaddle cat so that he can't scratch you).

This is almost unheard of behaviour and the vet was stunned. Her normal patients are more similar to my old cat Lucky. Lucky was a lovely cat but she hated vets, injections and pills. If truth be told I think I was the only one she liked. My father was convinced she lived till she was 20 years old just to annoy him. We used to have to force her into the carrying basket. Then tend to the lacerations on the arms of all parties involved in her capture. Once at the vet any escape routes had to be blocked and the cat had to be taken hold off in a vice like grip more often seen in wrestling. The vet was no fool and would don his anti cat gauntlets. This was no use she could find bare skin. Anyway pills were impossible to administer and I still bare the scars.

Hello Kitty

We recently received a care package from our friends in the US. Mr Yoastie has already finished off the peanut butter cups and is steadily working his way through the other peanut based products.

The little Yoasties weren't forgotten. They recieved Hello Kitty knickers and Hello Kitty plasters. The knickers were tried on (all 3 pairs at once) and then shown to the girls next door. They are 7 and 8 so not as impressed as my two but then again they were not the recipients of the knickers.

The plasters were not allowed to be tried out. I know they are pretty but there is no need to just hand them out. Every time a finger was squashed or a foot was bumped a plaster was needed to make it better. At last CS has earned herself a Hello Kitty plaster. She tripped over on the way to the shops. Here is her knee in all its glory.

Sad News

There is some sad news in the Yoastie household. Mr Yoastie's new hobby (or skill depending on your point of view) has been put on ice.

The balloons have run out and now the pump has been broken. The little Yoasties thought it made a great syringe for the dolls, fought over it and now it is broken. And the dolls still haven't had their booster shots.

I could not see the much beloved so sad and forlorn. I have gone onto ebay and purchased a new balloon pump and 50 balloon.

Orthoptist

The little Yoasties have squints. This means they have to wear glasses. The squint isn't too bad when they wear their glasses but without it one eye looks at the nose and the other at you. As a result of this we have to got to the hospital on a regular basis to have their eyes checked and monitored.

Going to hospital involves two adults. I can not take both Yoasties on my own as CS will answer for CE therefore rendering test results useless. Normally my father comes along to wait with one child as I take in the other. This time Oma went along. She was informed that frankly Opa is more fun. Well that is because Opas and Papas are there for fun. Omas and Mamas need to make sure there is some form of child rearing. Well that was Oma's explanation and I think she is probably right.

Once home Mr Yoastie arrived from work and wanted to know how our day had been. "Lemony had her hair different today! Normally she wears it up but today it was loose and it is really long and brown." informed CS
"I know they have strange names at your school but who on earth calls their child Lemony?"
"She is not a child. She is the orthoptist lady at the hospital." rolling eyes of disbelieve at her farther that he could be so silly.
Well she is really called Melanie. I tried to correct CS but she now insists that the orthoptist is called Melony.

Extra Mouth To Feed

It seems that we have an extra mouth to feed. Our cat is not bothered by this intruder. We believe it is a she. For now she is called Dinner-Jacket-Cat or You. DJ-Cat was spotted in CE's bedroom having a kip in the window sill. I think she is making herself part of the family.

Strange Day

I had a somewhat peculiar day today. Well to be honest most of it was run of the mill. The strangeness didn't start till I picked up CS from pre-school. CS lost her James (one of Thomas the Tank engine's friends) zip pull. No tears or upset, "oh, well maybe teacher will find it.". There was no discussion over how long we should stay on the playground either.

Later in the afternoon we were outside playing with the girls from No 36. Neighbour at No42 pops her head round the door. Would I please come in as she wanted to ask me my opinion about something. All right, no problem. She showed me her son's soiled underpants. Did I think he had diarrhoea? He had been sent home from pre-school because he had diarrhoea and wouldn't be allowed to return for 48 hours. She didn't think that this was the case and did I agree with her that it was just a motion the child had sat in.

Well what do you say in a situation like that? I have not made a study of other poeple's soiled pants and frankly I imagine that a pre-school teacher will have seen more filled pants than me. I sort of agreed with her as I did not really want to be near the smell anymore. Anyway a third opinion was needed and the neighbour at No 44 was called in. As her insight was not conclusive either neighbour 42 decided to call the pre-school to complain.

Apparently pre-school told her that they had been in the profession for 10 years and they would rather not see the son for 48 hours if it is all the same with her. Neighbour No 42 was heard to say that she had good mind to take the pants round to confront the teacher with them.

If I hear any news I will of course update you.

Pitt Rivers Museum

We took the little Yoasties to the Pitt Rivers Museum. I thought it was very interesting but the girls were on the whole more interested in the Natural History Museum next door that had dinosaurs.
Sadly one of the teachers at pre-school passed away a couple of weeks ago. CS asked me today if teacher was buried in a sarcophagus and if they would dig her up to look at her under the telescope.

On the one hand I am of course a proud parent that my daughter remembered about the mummies at the museum and the microscope. On the other hand I really hope she does not ask one of the other teachers. I am afraid they may take it the wrong way.