Oh dear!

Friday and Saturday were both lovely days.  On Friday K & M had a friend over for the afternoon while her mum took her little sister to a birthday party.  The three girls played beautifully, building dens with sofa cushions and being pirates among other things, while I pottered about doing various little jobs and making plum muffins.

On Saturday, while A went off to play cricket, the girls and I first popped round to see our friend C.  I had made a chocolate orange cake specially with her in mind (wheat and dairy free) earlier in the week, but not quite soon enough to take along to her party.  We had eaten most of it, but wanted to make sure she had some too!  We didn't know if she'd be there, but she was and we ended up going for a walk with her, to see where she will be moving to as soon as paperwork is done, in a small eco-build community just the other side of the river, which looks perfect for her.  As a result we were a bit later than planned setting off for a house-warming cum anniversary party of friends over Derby way.  I've known L for years online and subsequently through La Leche League and we've met on various occasions over the years but not for quite a while.  It was lovely to see her and her family (which has increased since we last saw each other!) and see some old friends and meet others.  The children varying in age from baby to 10 (I think K was the oldest) played beautifully together and even managed to fight (they were wrestling as part of a game of 'monster school', I believe) nicely!

Sunday started off well, which some lovely post-breakfast, but pre-getting dressed snuggles back in bed with my girls and we finished off The Wandering Wombles.  Unfortunately just before lunchtime things when downhill or more accurately downstairs very fast, when M fell down them.  A subsequent trip to A&E with a little girl who was clearly in an awful lot of pain showed that she's fractured her left wrist.  It's a buckle fracture, which means that it should only take 2-4 weeks to heal, but even so that means that she's almost certainly not going to be doing gymnastics in just over 2 weeks, which she is really disappointed about.  She has been bemoaning all the things she can't do; crochet, knit, cross-stitch, play the French horn, swim and gymnastics.  Fortunately this week is the drama workshop, so she shouldn't be restricted too much and hopefully that will keep her from dwelling on what can't do.

The injured M.

This afternoon is right up there for horrible parenting experience with handing my five and a half week old baby over to the anaesthetist to take into theatre for an operation.  She was in so much pain and crying and asking me why I wouldn't make it stop and I was just so helpless.