As you can see though, lasagna is not what these girls of mine are eating.
When Nigel came back, he had a Chinese take away and everyone is gathered round him hoping for some of his dinner. Even Brakkie who had eaten very well earlier. As had Caelyn and Wendy. Terrie had come round earlier because she "couldn't miss an opportunity to see Woozle"
Wendy had quite a tantrum earlier. She took off her tights and trousers. As she got colder, Kate wanted them back on her, and Woozle wasn't having it. She yelled and screamed and fought and was pulling them off as fast as Kate was putting them on. So eventually, Kate turned her upside down and wrestled her into them. Did it help? No. As soon as she was set free, off they came. Poor Kate! She didn't want Wendy to be cold - which she was - nor did she want another fight. We must remember ;) that strength of character will stand her in good stead as an adult.
Anyway, the tempest didn't last long. Here she is looking so Woozle-like. Mischievous, clever, sweet and happy. I hope the odd tantrum doesn't shake Kate's confidence because all kids do it at some time or another, and Kate really is a good mother. She has an Anatomy and Physiology exam to write soon and she wants me to help her, dear Lord! The problem is that anatomical terms and names are difficult to learn, and Kate is dyslexic. Apparently the names of muscles etc have to be spelled correctly and if they fail the exam, they fail the whole course.
I am really not looking forward to that exam!
Wendy is very much into Letterland. She watches the videos over and over; she sings the songs and knows the characters. With the Flash cards, you can tell her to fetch Eddie Elephant or Fireman Fred and she always comes back with the right card. The Letterland storybook lives upstairs in their house because she wants it read to her every night when she is in bed. She likes Nigel to read to her. Sean gave her Little Black Sambo for Christmas and she loves it, especially as Nigel does special "Tiger" voices. He is now word perfect so Sean has been asked to get her another book so Nigel can have some variety!
Wendy loves books, which I am pleased about. In the supermarket, she pesters for a new book rather than for sweets, and she has quite a collection now. It looks as though she hasn't inherited her parents dyslexia, for which the Lord be praised!
But she likes playing too and she likes playing with someone around to watch her and interact with her. See the mischief on the face? She is a lucky little girl in this age of "disposable" relationships. She has a close bond with her parents, who, unusually here in England, were married long before she was born. She has an extended family who love her and delight in her, and she has friends at Nursery.
One of Kate's neighbours is heavily pregnant. Her baby is about a week overdue. The baby's father walked out on her over Easter because he "couldn't cope with the responsibility" of family life. Another of Kate's friends, from school, had the same thing happen to her just before she was due to give birth. The neighbour who reported Kate to Social Services last year for having a messy house after they just moved in, was also ditched just before delivering their second baby. Her boyfriend first took the Holiday money and drank it with friends at the pub before walking out.
This is very shocking and very wicked. It is an outrage against the unborn child, who will feel the effects throughout their entire life. It also makes children and family life seem completely insignificant, as if they mean nothing at all. It is here that we are growing the next prison generation. Marriage and family life are the bedrock and stability of a society and we are careless of them at our peril. We are already paying the price of this casual immorality, but mark my words, in terms of criminality, antisocial behaviour, poor educational achievement and employment prospects, the welfare costs to the taxpayer, drug and alcohol abuse, truancy and domestic violence, we will see worse yet even though it seems unlikely that things could possibly get worse, being as bad as they already are now.
It seems to me that since God has been pushed out of mainstream society, people are growing up in a moral vacuum. As Nature abhors a vacuum, it naturally seeks to fill it. In terms of the need to worship something higher than ourselves, if we factor God out of the equation, the vacuum is filled by something else, and that 'something else' is usually the god of ME. The individual is then the most important thing in their own lives and will believe anything is OK "as long as it makes ME happy" Instead of uncomplainingly doing their duty, people ask "Whats in it for ME?" If there is no external-to-self moral reference point, the 'whatever makes me happy' philosophy will take over. Don't want to be bothered with the demands of a baby? Just walk out then. Don't want to work? Have another illegitimate baby so you can claim more Welfare benefits then. Don't want to go to school? Play truant with a clear conscience because you must do what you feel, right? Want something you can't afford? Don't want to save? No problem - just steal it, because the chances are you won't be successfully prosecuted. Get drunk, start shouting and fighting and assault people when they ask you to quieten down or not to vomit on their front steps, because you are a big hero for getting so drunk, aren't you? When a man like Gary Newlove asks you to stop kicking his wife's car, just kill him. Problem solved.
We allowed the ME generation to happen and it is an egg, I fear, that cannot be unscrambled.
I am back off to bed now. My bronchitis and cold are making me feel as though the electric blanket, cosy duvet, tea and a couple of good cats would be a very good thing for me. I want to look after myself a bit because tomorrow is Sean's birthday, and I'm going up there to see him. His son is visiting as he is on university vacation and he and Sean have been having a warm and happy time together. I'm glad Sean is at ease about Ans because he is worried about his daughter at the moment. It seems that no matter how old the children get, parents still worry about them. I am worried about Michelle and about Kate and Nigel's housing situation. My mother still worries about me and I will be 50 this year. Why do we worry about our adult children when there is nothing we can do to help them? I don't know the complete answer to that, but it has a lot to do with loving and caring and wanting the children to prosper and have a happy life.
Kate just told me that poor little Wendy has caught my cold and is very snotty and chesty. Poor baby! It is a nasty cold. I hope she gets better soon. She has had one thing after another since being in Nursery School, which is to be expected with all the new germs from other kids that they get exposed to.
Get well soon, Woo.
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