C is all into football now. Sunday and Monday (after school) was spent kicking fotball at our local fotball pitch. I have such exercise strain, I can hardly walk. My *non-resistent* respect for fotball as a sport, has quadrupled. How on earth do they manage to run around for 90 minutes? How do you kick a ball all across a pitch?C has been home today. He had a temperature this morning and J has entered a new era. The jealousy era. C was not allowed to play with her toys, cuddle with her mummy, pat her cat etc...
She's been "Emma tvartemot" *Mary, quite contrary?* all day today, with her bad mood culminating at bedtime...
At bedtime, I was just getting something from the other room, when she had managed to rip up all her bedding. (She is sitting under the sheet with all her cuddly toys, blanket and other sheets on the floor.) Really quite furious under there, I had to get the camera...PS. The little armchair is standing against her bed since we took away the side. She was panicking the first night, not being able to relax in her new bed, until I realized that she always used to "climb into her bed". So now she climbes over the back of her little armchair...routines maintained and she can go to sleep in her new bed...
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so who's that hiding under the blanket?! :) my girl!
But don't you worry about those football players. They have practiced for days, weeks even. Not for hours like you and me. C wanted a proper football shirt *with numbers on the back*. I was just about to buy a proper no 27 when I realised that England might not be Option 1 over here. so, any advise on colours and teams of this remote part of the island is warmly welcome. My interest for football ended with Anglarnas no 11 - Torbjorn Nilsson. oh, well...
Exactly! Glenn Hysen och sen da? *and even that was my cousing telling me what players was cool*
** CRILLE!!! What do you say? We need expert help here.
/soccer mum... *lol*
fnis, cousing. obviously meaning my knowledgable cousin..the one not living in the country side, but KNEW all the cool stuff when we were in 6th grade..
Time for Brother's and Sisters.
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