Operation 'get mummy out of the house'.

Isabel is going through a phase where she wants to be very close to me and gets very distressed if I'm not at home if she's at home. The last time I went to the chiropractor she spent about half an hour having a tantrum on the living room floor because she couldn't go with me. So this week we had a plan. She had to go out with Daddy before I left the house...

Me: you're going to go shopping with Daddy...

Isabel: No. Mummy.

Me: you can ride in a trolley

Isabel: yeah yeah yeah [runs to the door]

and so she spent a happy hour in B&Q being pushed around in a trolley and playing with the fairy lights and tape measures.

I then got a text to say:

she's convinced this poster of Alan Titchmarsh is you. She's pointing at it and yelling, 'Mummy, mummy, mummy there! There!'

None of the other posters of him, just this one. I like to think it's because his t-shirt is the same colour as one of my dresses but I could be wrong...

It's been a busy day for both children as we spent most of it at the local soft play where there was much bouncing.

And then Isaac (Mike the Knight) came with me to the chiropractor (I know which battles to fight!) before going off to play with friends and then bringing the friends back here for tea.

I got a lovely surprise in the post today in amongst the ebay packages and Christmas shopping. A lovely brace of 'scrappy' birds from the even lovelier Jeanette. Thank you hon xx