Harry really likes Spiderman. He doesn't know what it is, obviously, but he's very keen on some of Dylans spiderman toys and loves to play with them. Earlier today down in the playroom he was shouting 'spiderman , spiderman' for some time then suddenly emerged with an ENORMOUS REAL SPIDER in his hands. It was dead, but VERY VERY VERY VERY HUGE.
*shudder*
In other Harry news, he woke up 3 times last night asking to go for a wee wee, which of course we took him to and he did. Could this be the end of nappies forever?
I got up yesterday morning feeling quite positive still, about the way I'm feeling pregnancy-wise. Then following the painting incident, that trapped nerve in my back has become really really bad again so once more I'm in tons and tons of pain - argh.
We also decided to take the afternoon off from DIY yesterday - ish. Still not in the best mood following the painting, we went for lunch which was actually OK. Then to Lowes (DIY Store).. NOT FUN. Harry fell asleep in the car so I said I'd stay in with him, save waking him. I gave G instructions as to which door handle it was we needed, plus asked him to check if they had a cellular blind for Dylans new room and reminded him of size.
While they were gone I dozed off too (bliss) as I was exhausted. Then G & D returned to the car, woke me, and G says that they had lots of nice blinds and he didn't know which one I wanted, plus couldn't remember the size. I lumber off into the store myself half asleep and discover they have NO nice blinds and NOTHING in the right size .... including the specific one I'd asked him to get which for some reason he had failed to spot. I came out of the store and he was nowhere to be found and I ended up having to walk around the sodding car park for 20 mins looking for him. NOT FUN.
After this joyous outing we took the kids to see Shrek 3 at the cinema. Harry was hard work and the film was shite. My back was agony.
Got home, could barely walk or move for the rest of the evening because of horrible pain. Have had to take lots of painkillers.
All in all, not a fun day. I am fed up of being pregnant, lol.
Just a momentary rant really but I just had to go and paint the skirting boards in Dylans new room which when you're 25 months pregnant is FAR FROM EASY, and it aggravated my trapped nerve problem so now my back is killing me again and I can barely walk. GRRR.
G took the brunt of the hormonal tantrum that ensued - I started to shout at him for his taste (or lack thereof) in music. like WHY HAS HE ONLY EVER PLAYED 3 ALBUMS IN 12 YEARS OF MARRIAGE AND WHY CANT HE GET GET NEW MUSIC LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE? AND WHY DO THOSE 3 HAVE TO BE SHIT ONES ANYWAY?
Anyway - I feel grumpy about the DIY. I'm sick of having no spare time, no weekends to speak of in the last 2 years. One of the things I find myself looking forward to with the birth of this baby is just taking some time out from the grind, having G at home for 4 weeks, NOT doing any DIY, relaxing, spending time together as a family. Is that bad to want?
Today = 34 weeks.
This means:
2 more weeks of Lovenox shots
2 more weeks of Baby Aspirin
2 more weeks of Toprol
(I am going to rattle a bit less with 2 fewer pills to take every night).
The benefit of stopping the Lovenox and Baby Aspirin is that I shall have fewer bruises, and my stomach won't look like I've been hit by a speeding truck. The downside of stopping Lovenox is that I have to replace it with not one but TWO daily shots of 'regular' Heparin. At least regular Heparin comes with a far far smaller finer needle, hence the lesser bruising. The other downside to regular Heparin is remembering to take it every 12 hours, I can barely remember to do the one shot.
I have a scan this week too. I'll be interested to see the baby's progress in terms of growth and amniotic fluid levels since I gave up sugar.
Christ, there's only 4 weeks to go. AND SO MUCH TO DO!
I am starting to feel a little like I did when I was having Harry now though - i.e. content, fairly happy with being pregnant, watching the last few weeks speed by like nobody's business, excited and apprehensive. I've thankfully already started to forget how bloody awful I've felt for large spells over the last 34 weeks.... because I feel pretty good right now (except for the agonizing pelvic pain). Beginning to get nervous about the c-section though. Yikes.
Last night I had my baby shower. Being a Brit these things are a fairly foreign concept. In Canada as all my friends were 'local' they threw me one for Harry i keeping with local tradition.....which was really lovely, although a twist on the usual in that we had men there too and everyone (except me) drank alot!
My friends here are mostly British and our tradition here when someone is pregnant is that everyone clubs in and buys a gift and we have a little celebration to mark the occasion. I chose a girls night out as my occasion rather than an afternoon thing because, well, I enjoy nights out more and also I figure they will be fewer and further between for a while.
We went to this really nice restaurant in Bellevue and there were 10 of us. We had a very good laugh and the evening just flew by! I got a gorgeous blanket for the baby as my gift.... (they had previously asked me what I wanted and I'd told them..... it's the softest pink chenille with a pink satin edge, absolutely lovely. And as a surprise I also got a voucher for fresh made home delivered meals for when the baby comes! I obviously won't want to be doing a great deal of cooking in the immediate aftermath of the c-section and newborns are exhausting too, so having food made and delivered? Bliss. Also with G in charge of the kitchen for some of that time this might mean we actually get to eat proper food and not live on McDonalds. Yay!
As well as these two amazing gifts, I got a lovely little dress from one of my friends and a joke present called a 'Voodoo Husband' which is a voodoo doll with various things written on it, and you stick pins in depending what you want your husband to do........ such as 'take children out' and 'change nappies' and 'cook dinner' etc. lol.
It was such a good evening - and 1.30am before I got home which is really blooming late for me these days! Quite knackered this morning. Managed to perk up though as I went for a pedicure ... nails desperately needed doing and I cannot reach them. Dylan came with me and got to sit in the massage chair beside mine which he thought was marvellous. The woman doing the pedicure was amazing - she gave me about a 20 min leg massage because I'm pregnant (which made the world of difference to my circulation and swelling) and told me her life story which included escaping Vietman on a small boat to Thailand and desperately hunting for her husband and son who had got away on an earlier boat. Fascinating woman.
My bump, I reckon, has shrunk a bit. Thanks to giving up sugar I think the amniotic fluid levels have gone down slightly. I'll have to wait until the scan to prove it but I'm pretty sure it has. It's alot more comfortable than it was (other than the incessant need to pee which has started). My back isn't as bad either.... the only thign really bothering me now is the pelvic pain which can be quite excrutiating at times (like right now) but Tylenol does seem to help a little at least. I also feel alot better in myself. I'm tired, but not too bad. Fingers crossed it stays that way for the next 4.5 weeks.
Today I even went out all day - something I've not felt like doing in what feels like weeks if not months. Harry and I went into town where they've put this new hands on touchy-feely educational play area for kids. It's conveniently beside Tullys coffee so I grabbed a (nonfat decaf) latte and sat in the sunshine watching him play nicely with a couple of other boys for a good hour and a half.
We then went for lunch at a diner he likes - it has a train running around a track on the ceiling. After lunch we popped to the mall to Nordstrom to buy him some summer sandals....... I ended up getting 2 pairs, a 'nice' pair of Geox and a 'play' pair which are waterproof and can be kicked around in. With barely time to take a breath we got Dylan from school and then went back to Nordstrom to get him a pair too! Harry is very impressed that he has a pair of 'red shoes!' and Dylan has a pair of 'blue shoes!'. A quick stop at Target on the way home to get some supplies and I'm absolutely buggered.
Off Topic - how does one know when ones child is ready to be night time toilet trained? Harry has been dry 5 nights out of 4 and runs to the potty when he wakes up for a wee.
G reminded me this morning that I had a Cardiologist appointment - good job he did else I'd have totally forgotten.
Anyway - saw him, and he initially said to continue taking the beta blockers until after the baby is born. I then told him how during my previous 2 c-sections immediately after getting the spinal anaesthesia that my blood pressure had dropped dramatically and that I'd needed to be injected with something ASAP to get me back to normal. I asked him if the beta blockers might be an issue with this and he said hmm, yes, they might (they lower it).... then after pondering the options including missing a dose the day of surgery, he decided (with my input) that I should stop taking them a couple of weeks before the baby comes. This means my body won't be in withdrawal with a super fast heart beat, and also that the beta blockers aren't fighting with whatever drugs the anaesthetist gives me. I might have some more swelling / faster heart beat for a couple of weeks at the end of the pregnancy but I think it's for the best! Also maybe I'll be less tired not taking them? One can but hope.
Dylan got some Shrek toy from somewhere which when you press the button says "I'm an ogre!". Harry thinks this is brilliant and has adopted the phrase, telling us every 5 mins "I'm an ooger!"
Meanwhile: 33 weeks pregnant as of yesterday! Increasingly uncomfortable, increasingly in an enormous amount of pain in my back, and increasingly tired, but otherwise doing OK :)
I've got this really horrible ongoing pain in my nether regions which is obviously something stretching and something pressing on places that shouldn't be pressed on. It's worse when I am sitting or lying down and better when I am standing up.
As well as that I have this nerve issue in my back - I think a trapped nerve, possibly sciatic nerve, which is extremely painful and literally cripples me to the point I can't move or walk at least 2 or 3 times per day. It is aggravated by standing up.
I don't recall being in this much discomfort with either of the boys... and it's hard to imagine that I've got another 5+ weeks of it to face. I am now having to resort to taking Tylenol periodically to try to dumb it down a little.
Aside from the aches and pains though - I am,since giving up sugar, feeling astonishingly better in myself generally. Im not feeling as sluggish, I'm not feeling headachy nearly so much, I've got more energy, and I'm not craving food every second of the day. Also I am convinced that my amnotic fluid level has dropped as a result too, because I'm not getting the horrible ligament stretching pain at the top of my bump that I was getting for the last couple of months, and my bump generally feels a bit smaller and a bit more comfortable! I find I'm wanting to do things as opposed to wanting to lie on the couch now..... so that's a huge bonus all round.
I took the kids to the park on Weds afternoon and they had a blast - as did I being out and about in the fresh air... nice after being imprisoned by potty training + feeling crappy. We're going again today. And yesterday I met friends for lunch which was great...... today I'm meeting G for lunch. Tomorrow I'm off with my friend to do some shopping for newborn necessities which will be nice - to get out without being encumbered by small people! Now if my pain levels would just be at zero I'd be in a good place!
Dylan took an Accelerated Reader test at school this week and got 20/20. The test was for readers in 7th grade (he's in 2nd grade). His teacher said she has never seen this happen in any class she's ever taught. The boy is a genius, of course ;-)
After a week of potty training at home (with no accidents except the day we introduced undies) I finally ventured out a couple of times. On Monday Harry and I popped to a shop. The second we arrived he announced that he needed to wee. We made our way to the bathroom, successfully, and with the help of the potty seat I'd brought along, he wee'd in the big loo quite happily.
Yesterday we went to the park and I was convinced this would be an accident waiting to happen - but no, after an hour or so of play he announced he needed a wee and we walked off (quite a way) to the loo's where I put my new travel-collapsible-potty-seat-thing on the seat and sat him on, and he wee'd again quite happily. When we got home he decided he would rather use the big loo here too. Amazing.
Saw my new OB yesterday - the old one having left to get married or some such nonsense. I liked the new one alot better -she's older, gives the impression that she's far more experienced, and was much less patronizing.
All the vital statistics are great - I had gained another 7lb (erk!!) but she wasn't too bothered as I only gained 2 last month...... hopefully I won't gain any more cos I've given up sugary foods.
We talked about pain relief after the c-section and she's going to give me this wonder drug called Dilaudid which is stronger than Morphine . On the grounds that morphine never worked for me in the past! I also get a self-admin button for it so I will be safely off my face for a good few hours :)
The c-section itself has been moved to 5pm from 7am. She was very apologetic but I don't mind. It means I'll be numb all night and may have the opportunity to sleep without those wretched after-pain contractions, and when I do get them at least other people will be awake and around - nothing worse than being the only one awake and hurting.
Oh and she asked me if I want to have my tubes tied. I can't take any hormone based birth control so it would be a solution for me if I am done having children (which I definitely am) so I said I would think about it. Having thought about it though, I'm not sure I like the idea much. It's a bit too final, if that makes sense. I am not keen on having my options ruled out even if I don't plan on exercising them.
I go back in 4 weeks...... at which point visits will be weekly for 2 weeks prior to the birth. It's all getting a bit close! I guess I really need a name for this baby, but I cannot decide on one. G and I have been basically decided on 2 options and seeing which she looks like but I've typically now decided I don't like either, plus don't like any other name in existence, so she will be nameless Jones. Sigh.
I feel really blah today. Depressed, almost. I think it's because I feel confined to the house - I haven't spent any quality time with friends because of this potty training, and I haven't been able to go out and about and do things in the sunshine. Also tired and uncomfortable which never helps :(
American Mothers day today. Have had a reasonable weekend with ups and downs.
Yesterday G was, as usual, working on the house and I was, as usual, on kid duty. G was and in & out of the front door sawing wood and D asked to go outside to play. It's a safe area, he's a sensible boy, and our drive is quite big.. and G was there every 5 mins so I said yes. G then came upstairs and announced that he was going to Home Depot. I asked him to check on D on the way out and tell him he had to come in in. So off G went.
10 mins later I realised D hadn't come in so I went outside to tell him and there was no sign of him anywhere. I went up the drive looking for him, calling him, and there was no response. I came back frantic and wondered if he had gone with G, but couldn't imagine G taking him without letting me know... so I called G and got no answer. I got more & more frantic and called him every 30 seconds for the next half an hour by which time I was seriously considering calling the police. I have never been so worried in my life. Finally, G arrives home with D .... omg what a relief and I think I cried for about an hour so grateful that he was there and hadn't been abducted or something. Ugh, makes me go cold to think about it. Needless tos say G will not do that again in a hurry.
Last night G and I went out which was a welcome relief from a week of being imprisoned at home. Usually all we can manage is flopping infront of a movie when we go out at weekends but as I had not seen any sign of life or other adults in a week we decided to hit the upscale mall near us, where I got new shoes and some more bits for the babies room. It was nice to have a wander. Following the shopping we went for an amazing steak at Ruth Chris steakhouse (v expensive).
Today the boys surprised me in bed with a very large balloon, some flowers, and a card..... which was lovely. The rest of the day has gone the way of the rest of the week though - G doing DIY and me looking after the boys, so not much change there! Still, we are on a deadline for that room because my sis is going to be sleeping in it when she comes next month!
I'm so impressed with Harry!
In the end after writing that blog entry yesterday I figured I'd try him with underwear. Even though it had only been 2 successful days on the potty he had obviously grasped the idea so why wait. It was about 11am.
I have a wealth of 'character' underwear for his age for some reason - Thomas underwear, Blues Clues underwear, Cars the movie underewear (those I bought specially for H), and he was extremely impressed when I introduced that first pair to him - the pair with Lightning McQueen on. He pranced around in them extremely proudly.
10 mins later he wee'd everywhere. I reassured him that this was OK and he was very upset to see his underwear go. I got him another pair of Lightning McQueen ones out.... big smiles again. 20 mins later they too were wet through. On to the third pair. As he'd just done a wee I figured I could safely jump in the shower. Big mistake. Came back to wee all over the floor. Next pair goes on and despite his usual 'every 20 mins' routine he then refused to go for an hour despite my asking him continually. We had to pick Dylan up from school at 1.30 so I was really worried that he would wee in the car, but he was having none of it. I ended up putting him in some shorts and putting a pad on the car seat and drove up to the school expecting disaster.
Amazingly though, he didn't wee. And when we got home, demanded that we "quick! take my trousers off!" so that he could use the potty. And so went the rest of the day - they had to come all the way off, down is no good, but he was brilliant - even going downstairs to play when some friends came over for a playdate and then rushing back up for the potty when he needed a wee! He totally got it :)
Next step, can we leave the house? I have bought one of those toilet seats which he's not impressed with so I need to get him used to that so that we can use public loo's if we're out.
I don't want to jinx myself but Harry is doing spectacularly well on the potty. Since we started on Monday he's been walking around with no pants on and he's not had a single accident. He's done every single wee in the potty without complaint and with a dramatic TA DA!!!!!!!! from him every time he does it. He's also done all his poo's in there too!
Poo is always more of an issue with kids for some reason - they don't like it, they don't like to see it, and it's a completely alien concept to go and do it in a potty after using a nappy all this time.
On Monday he held on and didn't go all day rather than try the potty. On Tuesday morning he was desperate, obviously uncomfortable, and still resisting. He walked into a corner and I saw him starting to go so I quickly whisked him onto the potty (with a minor amount of accidental damage on the way) and I held him on there (much to his distress) while he finished. It was a rather messy affair, to say the least, and he was pretty unhappy about it. Having said that, a couple of hours later he needed to go again and went and sat back down on the potty to do it voluntarily. He was again a little distressed and managed to get it all over the back of the seat but he did it, and he got lots of praise.
Today he simply walked up to the potty, plonked himself down, and did it with 100% success and 0% mess. I'm so proud of him!
The next challenge of course, is going to be getting underwear on him and getting him to go on the potty. I'm going to start that tomorrow.
This morning I decided that I really need to get on with potty training Harry. He is starting school in September and has to be trained by then. I think once the baby is here things will be more difficult for both of us, him wanting to be like the baby and me having even less energy than I have now (difficult though that is to believe).
Anyway - out came the potty. He's been up for about 2 and a half hours this morning and he's done 9 wee's in it! I'm going to stay in all week and really blast this one....... cross your fingers for me.
Backs - mine - VERY PAINFUL. Yesterday after painting Dylans new bedroom (I managed to talk him into a pale sea-green with a darker green for the accent wall rather than the stonking bright green he wanted. He originally dictated that he didn't want a colour from the 'adult menu' and insisted it had to be a (bright lurid) Disney colour. Thankfully I was able to talk some sense into him) I lay down on the sofa for a half an hour rest before Dylan got back from soccer - his friends Mum giving him a lift home.
When the doorbell went I tried to get up and literally could not. You know when you hear people say their back seized up so they couldn't walk -- I have never experienced it before but that's exactly what happened to me. As I tried to stand I got stabbing pains down my left side and I couldn't take a step - it was awful. I shouted that I was coming to the door..... and it took me a good couple of minutes to overcome the pain and hobble there. The pain remained for the rest of the day, not quite as bad but awful...... then after lying down on the sofa to watch TV before bedtime again I could not get up and G had to help me while I sobbed in pain. What gives????
G set the alarm last night when we went to bed and promptly forgot about it this morning - opening a window and setting it off. Bloody hell it's loud. It's a wonder any of us have ear drums left (I hope the baby wasn't too upset by it!). 10 mins later my friend rings up because the alarm company have called her after trying and failing to get through to us (flat mobiles, oops!)! Apparently they weren't too concerned about the accidental setting off of the alarm but the fact that GARETH TOOK ONE OF THE SENSORS APART TO SEE HOW IT WORKED. Men!
Meanwhile we're working on the next project downstairs - what was used as a library and will now be used temporarily as a guest room then eventually Dylan's new bedroom. The first thing that needs doing in there is fixing a large crack which runs the length of the concrete floor. We think it probably happened in the big earthquake here - it's not a big deal structurally but it means the floor is uneven, so G has been laying 'levelling compound' to fix it before we put new carpet down. Once that's done we start on the paintwork and putitng new trim in. Off now to Home Depot to fight Dylan on paint colours - he wants something far too dark!
According to my pregnancy weekly newsletter
Your baby measures about 16 inches long. He weighs a little over 3 pounds and is headed for another growth spurt. He can turn his head from side to side. Of course, he doesn't yet understand that this movement means "no," but you'll be surprised how quickly he picks up on that and other gestures after he's born. The fat layer he's been accumulating for the last few weeks has caused his arms and legs to fill out nicely
Hmmmm, apparently she weighs 4lb and 2oz, lol.
I don't know if I mentioned in the last 5 minutes how dreadfully uncomfortable I've begun to feel? Everything hurts, ligaments, muscles, pelvis, you name it. There is no comfortable position and as soon as I do rest in any position everything seizes up and gets pins and needles or becomes extremely painful.
I tried to have a nap today. G was laying 'levelling compound' on the floor in the room we're now renovating and keeping half an eye on the boys. Unfortunately Harry had other plans for me, coming into the bedroom every 5 minutes, occasionally throwing things at my head, and demanding I read books about large diggers and tractors. Harry has this tendency at the moment to insert the word 'mom' every other word, every 10 seconds too which is just exhausting to even listen to let alone answer - and answers are not actually required. A monologue like this has been running all day
mom look mom a box mom look mom a box mom mom look mom a box mom mom its a big box mom a big box mom mom i want juice mom mom juice mom wheres my cup mom there it is mom ok mom lets go mom yum juice mom ok mom you going to sleep mom ok mom you sleep mom lets read a book mom look its got diggers and tractors in it mom lets go shopping mom i want to go in the car mom mom? lets go mom come on mom im ready mom......
I lost it with G and D earlier who were finding this all terribly funny and encouraging him to say mom even more often than this, and doing it themselves too. While I can stand it from a 2 yr old, I cannot stand them doing it!!
Gareth gets 4 weeks 'paternity leave' from work which is quite marvellous.
This baby arrives right at the beginning of the extremely lengthy summer holidays, which is great timing in many respects as it means that I'll have him at home to give the boys lots of attention - after my sleepless nights of nursing the baby I am going to be pretty exhausted, let alone in a position to lift 40lb Harry in and out of the car following my c-section.
G is going to be off, basically, through July. I have become a little nervous about August - an entire month before school starts with the boys at home wanting to do fun and exciting things, needing attention and energy, and me 1 month into a newborn still presumably sleeping very little and still recovering from the surgery.
I am therefore very thrilled (and feel only a little bit indulgent!) that I've asked our 15 yr old babysitter if she wants a summer job of coming over 3 or so afternoons per week to play with the boys, take them out on their bikes, do fun things with them, and generally give them some focussed energetic playtime that their mum might well not be up to doing....... and she's agreed! It's going to be such a huge help to have an extra pair of hands around the house, and the boys love her, and it's not going to cost very much either :-) Yay!
I had my scan today and met with the new Perinatologist for the first time.
Scan first - we had to 'slum it' by having an appointment in an exam room that they'd put an ultrasound machine in because of being very busy. The exam room was very tiny and hot, and the bed very uncomfortable. Oh, and no large flat screen TV on the ceiling to watch the scan on!
Bizarrely, the nurse that put us in there was more concerned with Gareth's comfort than mine, ensuring she angled the various fans towards him so that he was comfortable!
The sonographer came in next - a guy that we've had before who is very nice. He is very talkative when he does the scan - explaining everything. Showing us odd things like the shadows from the babies rib cage as he looked at her heart, and explaining the position she was in (head down, facing backwards, spine curling up my right hand side and legs pointing down my left). Our daughter gave us a great view of her 'girl bits' which was rather shocking!
Her supposedly concerning small size is no longer concerning at all - she is now measuring in the 80th percentile with the typical large Jones head! So much for McScary (the old Perinatologist) prophecies of doom and gloom, we're going to have another big one! I'm glad I ignored his advice about protein shakes ! She is weighing approximately 4lb and 2oz right now. I stll have too much fluid, which accounts for her growth - excess fluid often comes hand in hand with a larger baby.
Following the scan the new Perinatologist came in. We really liked him. A bloke.... very relaxed manner...... not remotely alarmist ... good sense of humour... and very receptive to my knowledge and questions regarding the clotting issues. I explained first to him that my OB had recommended we switch to him and so he then went and fetched my full notes so that he could read and review the situation as a whole.
Then I told him that I had some concerns about the delivery and the policies and that I wanted to talk about them..... he explained what I had heard, that they generally allow you out of bed the following day after a c-section, that they put compression stockings on you overnight, and that they use regular heparin following the birth for a few days as it can be reversed.
I explained that I was a little worried about not being able to get out of bed for 24 hours, that with Harry they'd had me up that same day, that the stockings were good but that the clot I'd had started in my pelvis not my legs and that I would be happier if I wasn't tied to the bed and as soon as I was able to move, that I could do so to try to prevent those clots again. We discussed the exact details of what had happened in Canada (my successful c-section!) and he said that based on what I'd told him he thought that we should not fix a scenario that was not broken and as this was what had worked for me last time that we should try to follow the same path this time. Yay. He would write up a plan of action and ensure that it was circulated and made known, that I should be mobile ASAP, etc.
I told him briefly that I never had any luck with Morphine following the birth and he recommended I ask for something that 'DR's ask for - top shelf whisky type pain relief' called Dilaudid instead. Too funny. I will ask!
Anyway - we came away happy and confident that this new guy knows what he's talking about and that things will be managed well. Also the first time we've not come away with a new illness and prescription, which in itself is a result!
I have to see him again in 4 weeks :)
Being the only non-toddling member of the household not addicted to the XBox, the Wii or the Nintendo DS, (or even the old broken Gameboy Advance which Harry likes to refer to as 'my tendo') I was quite surprised when G brought a PSP home from work that he'd borrowed and found myself playing a puzzle game non stop.
Although I don't like most games, I like puzzle games. Infact I often play them on my phone, or occasionally on my PC, the type of game where you have coloured blocks to match and blast......tetris-esque type things. I have been spending all evening for the last few days with my nose in it.
Anyway - as the thing had to go back on Monday G went out and bought me a PSP of my very own :-) Awesome - I'm now a bona fide member of this family.
Dylan is amusingly quite put out. He thinks he has ownership of all video game activities, and that it should be a shared resource, (meaning that he gets to play it and I don't.) When it was made clear to him that this was 'MUMs' PSP, he then insisted that we buy him one of his own . Spoiled monkey that he is he couldn't understand why we were not being FAIR and why HE should not get one too. I should point out that he owns an XBox, a Wii,and is on his 3rd Nintendo DS after breaking the first two. Our amusement at his demands didn't help much either.. he was really quite cross, lol.
But, finally having come around to the idea that this is MUM's game, he is now offering all sorts of 'help'.. meaning that if I'm playing it he sits and looks over my shoulder and offers "advice" (annoying commentary). Or asks if he can have a go at the particular game then when I get it back has done a bunch of things half cocked and I have to go round fixing them.
V funny.