I think I was the more nervous one. But it was just induction for a couple of hours so it couldn’t be too bad really. Could it?
We arrived at our allocated time and a kind faced girl came to open the door, gave Little Z a big hello and announced to the both of us that she was going to be his keyworker. She was absolutely lovely and I took an instant liking to her. I relaxed even more when I saw how she drew the little kids towards her like little magnets with one in particular showering her with kisses periodically.
Little Z on the other hand decided he felt very dubious about the whole pre-school thing and didn’t relax or take his coat off for about half an hour. Once he looked settled the plan was for me to sneak off and come back after an hour to help him start to get used to it by himself for a short burst.
I failed at the slick exit quite spectacularly as Little Z busted me and instantly bawled for me not to go. I kept telling myself it was only an hour and it would be fine and marched out of the building as fast as I could. In hindsight I probably should have stayed with him the entire time and saved the “leaving test” for the second session.
I have to admit the urge to find a window for spying was pretty strong as was just sitting in my car for an hour and I did half wonder if mums, in time gone by have actually scaled the building looking for a good spot to just watch their child.
The Other Half and I both went to pick him an hour later and he was happily playing on the indoor slide with a couple of other little boys. Apparently he cried for about 20 minutes (which, to me, is long!) but was fine after that although he kept checking his lovely keyworker was still in sight.
He abandoned the slide as soon as he saw us and declared we should “go home now”. His keyworker kept emphasising how well he had done for his first day and we were semi assured that it wasn’t a complete disaster. He jumped into his car seat at lightning speed and announced he was never coming back.
So, if I’m honest it didn’t feel much like a magic moment. As he’s only going twice a week it feels like the whole settling in phase is going to take a long time. I know in time I’ll look back on his first day as a sweet moment and a big milestone but right now it all feels a bit meh!
Hopefully this week might be a little better.
With blog awards season in full swing you can see the parallels between blog awards and the groups that people, both actors and blogs fall into. If you think about it, awards are all the same aren’t they? Some people love them and see it as both a celebration and recognition of their art. Some enjoy the fun of it but don’t take it too seriously, loving the ride as they go. And some hate it, because its not for them or its too political or they don’t like the methods used. Etc etc.
So using the Oscars and world of Hollywood here are the categories I think blogs/ blog writers (and all other “art”) can fall into when it comes to winning an award (or not!).
The Solid Brit One
This movie/blog doesn’t try to be funny or quirky or adventurous. It simply tells its story at its own, calmly confident, slow pace. It draws its audience into the its gentle plot and, even with its non dramatic ending, it raises a smile and becomes a nice and impressive memory in the audience.
The Johnny Depp / Jack Nicholson
There is something very quirky about some bloggers. You know they aren’t loopy per se, but they have a certain aura about them. One that oozes through their writing, making you want to read more about their slightly zany existence. They are the ones that you’re not quite sure how to talk to in real life. Their style is a refreshing one though that sets them apart from the churn out there.
The Katherine Hepburn (aka the Joaquin Phoenix)
She was nominated for a total of 12 oscars, won 4 and didn’t actually attend any of the ceremonies. She’s known as one of the best female actresses and there are a lot of stories of how she didn’t care for things like awards; she just wanted to act. And act she did! Her record is only surpassed by Meryl Streep. (One story suggests she preferred to remain a mystery and didn’t want to lose but I prefer her too cool for school image). Joaquin Phoenix on the other hand has been quite blunt in his view of the Oscars being “bull”.
The Jennifer Lawrence
The one who is working her way hard through her work but doesn’t take it all too seriously. She always looks like she’s enjoying the ride as much as any award that may happen to come her way but she’s got her feet firmly plastered to ground. Always ready for a bit of a joke and laugh and recognising it may not be and shouldn’t be always about her.
The Beautiful One
There are movies and blogs out there that just pure beautiful. Everything is big and bright and vibrant and wonderfully put together. Presentation is the ultimate key here no matter what it is. The story may be a simple one but oh the cinematography and photography make it so much more than that. They extract the tiny awesome elements of their surroundings and magnify for all to see.
The One that uses their power for good
There are some out there that use both their writing and talents for good. Whether it be to further the message of a political cause, highlight issues still affecting people all over the world or raise awareness of local issues affecting nearby communities. Sharing their own sorrows and journey of self struggle in order to vent, to help, to educate.
The Leornado Di Caprio
The guy who is consistently fantastic in everything he stars in. From when Rose wouldn’t let him share her spare on the floating door in Titanic to The Departed to Inception to Django unchained to The Great Gatsby. He’s been in some of the best films of recent times and been pretty great in all of them. Somehow through, he keeps getting overlooked for an Academy Award. Is it because people just expect him to be great all the time now? Or they just keep looking at the newest fashionable piece on the scene? Someone give this man an Oscar!!
So which category would you fall into? Is there another category you would win by a mile? Are you a Katherine Hepburn? Or a Leo?
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Serenata Flowers are an online UK florist and plants shop, They provide a large variety of beautiful flowers in an array of displays and sizes. As well as they provide a range of hampers and chocolates.
The site is easily navigable and well presented with a lot of different choices. Standard delivery is free on all things and the site provides options to add little extra touches or select a bigger version of the option you have selected.
I received a very pretty pink bouquet of flowers neatly packaged in a large brown box. The display was arranged securely within it and gives a good first impression if someone were to receive it as a gift. The display contained a mixture of pink carnations with lillies nestled amongst them. The flowers were very fresh and, a week later, are going strong and I’m still waiting for the lilly to actually open!
As a person who is always making a last minute dash to buy things, I would recommend this site for anything needing very nice flowers and fast. The service is efficient and standard delivery is the next day, so perfect if you have just remembered that birthday you meant to buy for all those weeks.
Now for the giveaway…
Serenta Flowers are offering a bouquet of flowers worth £40 to one winner. All you have to do is visit www.SerenataFlowers.com and leave me a comment below telling me which bouquet you like the best.
The giveway will end on Friday 7th March at 11pm afterwhich one winner will be randomly selected.
Please note: This giveaway is only open to UK Mainland residents.
Disclaimer: I was sent the bouquet of flowers for review – All words and opinions are my own.
Spending the majority of the night tending to a whimpering and poorly Little Z who won’t or can’t quite tell you what’s wrong. Convincing yourself, that despite the bad night, we’re still going to the dinner and all will be fine by morning.
Swinging from thinking you’re going to be late to possibly not making it to probably not making it to admitting defeat around an hour before you have to leave and calling your brother to say you can’t go.
Watching Little Z start suddenly bouncing around completely fine despite the bad night. You think the visit to the loo did it!
Making a run for it, grabbing everything in sight and attempting to get to the spot where everyone is meant to be meeting.
Thankfully making it on time, then reluctantly shuffling onto the mini bus that your dad has hired on account of half the passengers being struck down with bad colds.
Having Little Z display impressive projectile vomiting, twice, all over my outfit. Then carry on playing seconds later.
Having to stop at a service station and spend half an hour soaping and washing dress using the rubbish soap dispensers and the taps you have to press down every 5 seconds.
Re-enacting the famous Marilyn Monroe scene completely incorrectly using a Dysons handryer, in a bid to dry dress and stop it smelling of sick.
Feeling like you’re in a scene out of ‘East is East’ and wanting to shout “The Indians are ere!” as the mini bus pulls into its destination spot.
Enjoying the engagement dinner with the “new family” whilst praying Little Zs meal doesn’t make an encore.
Driving home thankful for no more sick but wondering if pre-school is happening in the morning.
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None of this has bothered Little Z in the slightest and besides a few sniffles and even more motivation to bounce on his sick Daddy’s belly as he lies down, he has thankfully been the normal little hurricane that bounds about without any kind of direction or care.
So imagine the excitement when we were forced to take him to the surgery with us. Having run of time during our slow motion shuffling to get ready, we decided there was no time to drop him off anywhere and that “he should be ok for a bit”. And he was. If you don’t count the running about without his shoes on, refusal to sit down, attempts to weigh himself on the self service BMI machine and body surfing across the surgery chairs.
Then he spotted her. The lady in the wheelchair. Having never seen a lady in a wheelchair before he stopped dead in his tracks and just observed quietly. This lady that needed extra equipment to move about, someone that couldn’t walk some or all of the time and got by using her electric wheels. He stared as she expertly maneuvered herself through the narrow gap between the chairs to the reception area. He watched as she collected a prescription and nimbly made her way back to the lift and he carried on staring as she entered the lift and disappeared from sight as the doors closed.
Then he turned to me, still slightly open mouthed, and said:
“Mummy, my want a motorbike too”.