A lot has happened since the last post. We've had Mummy's birthday.. in which Granny came to stay and Mummy actually had a full night off. It was used wisely. A pub was visited with lovely peoples, drinks were had, pool was played, and conversation inevitably turned to our children.. because, lets face it, they're what we do 24/7.. at least it's my purpose in life at the moment, there is very rarely room for anything else. I had a lovely time, it was a surreal experience to be out of an evening for the 3rd time this year, which is a lot for me these days!
We did The Hairwash. A long running tradition of turmoil in our house. This time, instead of dragging it out and going through the hours of battling, Mummy cheated. We went to the Hairdresser. She had to put 4 cushions, a bunch of folded towels, and a load of magazines on the chair, but low and behold Lily reached the Sink. (and she was relieved there was no Cup.. a fact the lady had to keep reassuring her of.. despite us not having used Cup in about 7 months)
Mummy had to hold Lily, Lily had to hold Cat, Mummy had to be touching Cat's Tail. It was like a mini circle of safety. This was quite possibly the least stressful hair wash we've ever encountered. Gosh knows why I didnt brave her with HairDressers before.. I probably closed my mind to it with "the noise, the smells the etc etc etc" checklist of things I know she struggles with so I avoid. It's silly of me, I know, and I realised that yet again that day, so since then we've been on a few more adventures.
There was the Long Shop, so named because we can listen to almost a whole CD on the drive there, Lily decided she was going to get the Billy Bear all herself. She was going to get Ten. "Ten Billy Bear, Mummy, You stand me? I go all Myself" was the phrase of the journey, over, and over, and over... you get the drift.
We arrived, the car was dropped off at the valet (I felt sorry for them, it was a state...), copious toys were oohed and ahhed at. Lily picked up a Spiderman shirt, and some exceedingly bright trousers which, so far, Mummy has lost the battle to remove. I may have to pull out the Marvel shirt to trade to wash that one...
We got to the point of Billy Bear gettage, and Lily dutifully joined the queue... only she doesnt have a very good track record of staying still.. so although she stayed where the queue was, she moved around so much she was consistently at the back of it. Then during a lull where there was no one else to serve, she was ignored. Both people behind the counter had acknowledged her prescence, and mine, albeit from a distance (I was keeping an eye from across the aisle, doing the "I'm really interested in this frozen food thing, Lily, I'm not checking up on you" routine). Soon more arrived and they were served and I got impatient.
I probably appeared rude when I interrupted the lady ordering to ask the staff if there was any reason my daughter had been standing there, waiting patiently for so long and been completely ignored. They said they hadnt seen her, yet they had both said hello. Next time perhaps we should give her a sign. I certainly understand why they may have put off serving her, but perhaps telling me she was invisible wasn't the most tactful way to go about it.
Other than Mummy having a Moment, that trip went rather well. I even managed to pick her up a birthday present... (likely one of many, I do tend to go a -little- O.T.T)
Then there was Bewilderwood. That was a huge success! Cedric the Easter Bunny gave Lily 3 mini eggs, she had her face painted with green and whiskers. She made some very creative bunny ears and a tail. She spent hours looking for Twiggles (and bless her, getting quite upset when there were none to be found.. Mummy tried to say they were shy, so she spent a while singing to the trees to get them to appear and know she was a friend.)
She even got on a stage with lots of other minions and did the Bewilderwood Party Dance. (which resulted in some lovely pictures to embarrass her with when she's a teenager).
When we got home the first blowout of the holiday really hit. I cant remember now what set her off, she was tired though, and probably overstimulated from the days adventure. The kicking, the biting, throwing, screaming, limbs in all directions confusion enveloped us. It lasted about an hour before we were able to get to a point she could bring herself down from it.
Then there was the Noise in the Sofa. I'm pretty sure it's Granny's phone, but it was buzzing away in there on and off for a bout 3 minutes, the noise drove Lily insane, things ended up everywhere. (which was partly mummy's fault, trying to pull the sofa apart to stop it). It's still in there, and taunts us. (Darn you!)
Today, we went on an Easter Trail. We walked around a woodland nature trail (Mummy was very uncomfortable and achy before we got anywhere this morning, now there are quite a few choice words that spring to mind). It took about 2 hours, the end of which included a white bunny handing out chocolates. It was really well done, the weather was lovely, and Lily seemed to enjoy it, once again until we got home. We'd had lunch, all was well, a few teary moments, nothing major. Minecraft was being played, and then Phillip dared to touch the Remote.
Which promptly brought up a menu in the middle of the screen.
Unfortunately instead of calmly coming and telling Mummy, Lily hit him with the remote and went into meltdown mode. (thankfully it wasn't hard so he was more shocked than actually hurt)
When, about 2 and a half hours later the gardener arrived, Mummy was still clearing up the aftermath, Lily was saying sorry and giving her little brother cuddles, and Granny arrived soon after to two very happy kiddies that showed no signs of anything happening, and a Mummy who seemed to be inexplicably pulling her hair out. (not literally. I have Phillip to do that for me)
I know why it's happening at the moment. I also know it's going to get worse and more frequent. The school routine is lost, and when it comes back it'll need to be re-established. Then the House will Change and Be "Diffent". I know we'll get there, but it's going to be a tough couple of months.
I've been writing so many positive things about Lily, that to write about the not-so good seems harsh. I know all children do these things, she just does them with a little more.. flare I guess. That's not the right way to describe it, at all, but it's the best my tired brain can manage this evening.
In the meantime, tomorrow is Good Friday... and Mummy is going to refuse to go anywhere. Perhaps Lily can Minecraft a city for Spiderman. Perhaps we'll see if she can do 100 bounces on the trampoline. Perhaps we'll be able to get through a day without Phillip changing all the settings on the washing machine.
The possibilities are endless.
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