Sunday, 7 August 2011
Go Away Little Boy
Marlena Shaw was playing when Et was born, this is such a song, don't let the title put you off. He tells me now it is his favourite tune!
I watched a teenager along our terrace washing his car today, he likes to drive it round the village on two wheels but it does have four. He seems very proud of his vehicle and watching him you might have been surprised to learn that just over four years ago his idea of a laugh was to let down the tyres on my car, and my husband's car, and my Mum's car and My Dad's car and several of the Bentleys that live in Harwood's car park next to our house. Repeatedly, over a period of weeks, all of this happened back in 2006 in the days after Middle Small was born. We informed the police and we were lucky, his behaviour could have caused an accident but we didn't name him, we had our suspicions at the time but they were only confirmed recently. He has a job now, one that he might not have had with a criminal record.
I wonder how he turned things around, or why, we don't really know our neighbours. I think they call us the weird home edders at the end! but his story is of interest to me because the teenager years in the life of any young male are something of a tightrope walk. Steve Biddulph writes very well about how, at almost every life stage, the statistics for male mortality are worse than those for females. I find it a little ironic too that his mother once shouted, swore and was generally pretty unpleasant towards me because she said I drove too fast along our access road.
Things have fallen into place a bit today, I think Middle Small has worked his way through a childhood infection this week and looking back that explains last Saturday's aggressive outburst and Wednesday's 36 hours sleep. He is fine now but I suspect he has successful fought of an infection of some sort. These things only become apparent with hindsight but certainly much of what has been on the blog for the past 7 days can be explained by it, perhaps I should go back and put in a disclaimer. I am certain this must have happened to you, you scratch your head wondering what is wrong with your baby and how you couldn't possibly manage another day then you notice that a large new tooth has appeared.
The morning did not get off to a great start, a mellow start quickly erupted when Big Small said Middle Small was to leave her room consequently, to cut to the chase, there was no swimming. We were still picking up the pieces when Grandma and Grandie arrived, Grandie played with Baby Small for ages whilst I sorted the bigger ones out, The Daddy One made lunch and Grandma dented the ironing mountain, so large it has wrenched its hook from the door! After lunch we went to the allotment where E had a go at riding his two wheeler, he can do the balance, thanks to years on a balance bike, but not the pedals and really he is on the cusp of being too big for the two wheeler! The boys made a reconstruction of the new Hindhead A3 tunnel, or perhaps it was the Mont Blanc tunnel in the sand, before Middle Small jumped on it! The Smalls had fun playing charades with their grandparents and Baby Small tested his Grandie on baby names for animals.
It has been a bit tricky playing Russian Roulette with the fridge, which, for now seems to be working again. I hope it can hold on til the repairs are done but this week I shall do a little daily shop I think.
In the house that has no fixed rigid watch the clock bedtimes all The Smalls were asleep well before 7pm, more like 6:30pm Rest is good, I trust that they know what they need.