Boy Lacer had a birthday party that was not his own to go to this morning, his first ever proper birthday invite (and there I was beginning to think he’d never get any). It was a Playball party in the library hall, Playball parties were not really something Girl Lacer’s crowd were in to, so it was a new experience for me as well. I stayed, I felt I had to, I can’t really be leaving Boy Lacer anywhere until he’s toilet trained and he would have been a bit lost anyway, although he managed to follow most of the instructions, he did need a bit of prompting where to stand and some of the group games went totally over his head. Boy Lacer was also tiring a bit by the end and was beginning to literally climb the walls courtesy of an OAP bar at the side of the hall. Luckily most of the other kids had their mums with them anyway, I was not sure if there would be many other mums there (in Girl Lacer’s year group most mums were happily abandoning their Reception kids in parties as there had been so many parties in Nursery where we had stayed, we felt more confident about leaving our children, but Nursery for Boy Lacer’s group didn’t seem to have such a manic social scene).
After the party we went and picked up Girl Lacer and we got the bus into town to spend Boy Lacer’s birthday money. We went and picked up an Argos catalogue and then went to McDonalds to eat lunch and browse the contents of the toy section. You see both Girl and Boy Lacer have a bit of an obsession about Argos at the moment (particularly Boy Lacer), thanks to Argos’ massive advertising blitz on Nick Jr., so Boy Lacer will often ask if you can “Find it, Get it, Argos it,” (oh I miss CBeebies!). We very rarely go to Argos, as it’s a bit out of the way, but I thought Boy Lacer would be actually interested to see it. He ended up choosing a Thomas playset and some playdoh and got a bit bored with all the queuing, so maybe I’ve punched that particular obsession on the head.
We then went to M&S, the mother in law had given me some money for the children that grow like weeds; Girl Lacer is now firmly in the ‘big girls’ section (6-14), as she’s so tall she’s a size 8 (and she’s not quite 7 yet) but the poor thing is still quite attracted to the less sophisticated styles of the 1 – 7 section, so she was wondering around the 6 -14 section, amidst all the clothes of pretty uniform colour looking a bit lost, but settled on a quite cool pink and black striped t-shirt, a legging and short combo and after some prompting from me as she needed something smartish for a school assembly, a pink and purple checked tunic. Then it was Boy Lacer’s turn, ugh, remind me not to go clothes shopping with that boy, as he is fussy (yet will wear stuff if I buy it for him when he’s not there) and he could not, despite looking and desperately needing some, find trousers he liked, so some more tops, heavily featuring Elmo.
We then went to Smiths to use up a voucher he’d been given and he was seriously wilting, what with not having the pushchair with us and so was I having to shepherd him around and carry all the shopping. I came to a realisation shopping with Boy Lacer, specially when it’s crowded, is like one of those game shows where someone is blindfolded and another person shouts instructions so that the blindfolded person avoids obstacles, that’s me and Boy Lacer that is, although of course he can see. So after maxing out on books in Smiths I couldn’t take it no more and we went home.