A Week of Bree Only

After the Easter weekend, I returned to work on Tuesday and looked after Bree only for the rest of the week. I think she enjoyed having me all to herself. Bree can now pedal her trike really well and is now allowed to venture outside on the footpath provided that I hold on to the stick from behind. Her father warned that she is like a girl version of Speedy Gonzalez on a tricycle. LOL. She remembers to put on her helmet without needing me to remind her each time. We rode around the block each morning last week. I think we can ditch her buggy soon and she can ride all the way to Stella’s house each afternoon during the school term. LOL.

Since painting the egg shapes the other week, Bree has also become very interested in painting. We did that everyday. She also ‘helped’ in setting up and cleaned up afterwards. Most children love water-play and Bree is the same. She loved washing the brushes. She would leave them outside to dry and then return to them minutes later to bring them back into the laundry for another wash. LOL.

On Wednesday last week, the postie came when we were still at home. He delivered a big parcel from France. Luckily we were home when he dropped by or else I or someone else would have had to collect the parcel from the post office. When Bree’s mum got home, she requested that I stay to see what was in the box. She knew that I would like the contents in the box and warned me to not hyperventilate. LOL. I recognised the brand but I wasn’t sure if she was buying for herself or for Bree. Once she got the box open, the little tot was encouraged to dig in and out came clothing and tissue papers. I was so excited that all I could see were the colours of red (rich red that reminds me of Radio Flyer), sky blue, brown and white (the colour of the tissue papers). Bree didn’t look as excited as we were. She laughed along with us but I am pretty sure she didn’t see what the big fuss was all about. So, in the parcel was a red quilted jacket with a hood, a sky blue duffle coat and a pair of brown corduroy knickerbockers. The jacket and the coat are for Bree while the knickerbockers belong to an older boy. His mother ordered only one item and chose to put it in the same order as Bree’s mum to save on postage costs apparently. On my way out, Bree’s mum crossed her fingers and said to me, “I hope it will be a cold winter or these clothes will go to waste!” “I really hope so too.” I said.