Do you remember when you first realised you were old enough to make your own supper? When you could open the fridge and reach the top shelf for the butter, and you could rest your arms on the work top without a step.
I was so proud of my little big boy. And I really didn't fuss that much (well I did have to tell him to use a clean knife for the jam!) and I only hovered over him a little. Well a lot.
Next job. Learning to make mum a cup of tea. I think we've got a while to worry about that yet!
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other peoples' gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickles for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
For my Dad. 70 on the 22nd. Can't quite believe it. He looks 60 by the way.
Oh and yes I know this is a child's cake, but it's a family tradition. I swear the company who makes them have stayed in business from our family alone! Everyone has one regardless of age and taste, and there has to be at least 5 goes at blowing out the candles; each grandpup has to have their turn, even though it's not their birthday. For years, my now 13 year old niece thought everyone's birthday was hers!
But it's not just a caterpillar cake. It's a tradition; and these moments are special. And I'm so grateful that we can all share them together.
Due to a bit of Jiggery pokery with tomorrow's timetable I was left tonight with "nothing" to do. By this I mean no planning; trust me I have plenty of domestic chores, but, please, I need a break!!
And what better way to spend it, than lying in bed, watching cbeebies bedtime story with my ever chirpy kids. And of course, when you are 4, the most important thing you need from your mum in those precious stolen moments is a little bit of pampering. I managed to negotiate a clear sparkly for the fingers, but after much demanding and pleading, the toenails are neon pink!
I'm seriously hoping that there's no PE in the morning. You'd expect better from a teacher wouldn't you?