Cars

The Child had better still like cars on Christmas Day.  She’s getting four of the things, and the Disney film.  Only the first film though.  If she likes that then she might get the second one for her birthday next autumn.  I’m doing some good planning ahead there.  She does keep going on about cars though.  For some reason she loves them.  But then again, so did I once.  I remember my older sister and me playing with Corgi cars.  We used to pester Dad to get them for us whenever we stopped somewhere for petrol.  Cars are obviously just one of those things most kids like, like trains, and dinosaurs.  The Child likes trains and dinosaurs too.  As well as princesses.  Bless her.  And still I’m stuck on what else to get her.  Grrr.

I’ve got my mum and sisters sorted present wise.  Ok, I might not actually have bought all their presents yet, but I know what I’m getting them all.  Roughly.  Dad is proving a major problem though.  And I really must get something for The Child to give The Ex.  Eek.  I had totally forgotten about him.  And I’ve only got a fortnight. 

The Child has her nativity next week.  I’m looking forward to it.  She’s going to be a shepherd apparently, but she claims she needs to walk on all fours for the role.  I’m not convinced she’s being a shepherd myself, but I’ll have to wait and see.  She’s also got her physiotherapy appointment next week.  Fortunately it doesn’t clash with her play, and hopefully will help sort the tiptoeing thing.  Fingers crossed it helps anyway.