Pilot and Princess Stories plus 10%

I haven't posted in a long time and this is a long overdue post.

The Princess started ballet class last week. This was something that she wanted to do for a very long time and she has been enjoying her class very much. She goes to the class with a best friend A, who is also a twin, lives in the next building and is almost the same age as her. So you can imagine what happens when all four get together! I have also asked the class to get a leotard, tutu and shoes for her and I know the day this comes, she will wear it and prance around the house as if she is a ballerina! Oh and by the way, the Pilot feels left out every Tuesday when the Princess and me leave for ballet lessons. So I asked him if he also wanted to join a class. I asked him if he wanted to learn the Piano - the answer was no, so I asked him what he wanted to do. Pat comes the answer, "Mummy, I want to join Car Class". It was all I could do to keep from bursting out with laughter. So I told him he had still another 14 years to go before he could go for "Car Class"!

There is a strange little ritual that happens almost every weekend. For some reason the Pilot hates - and when I say hate, I really really mean it - to have his nails cut. For some reason he is convinced that when me, DH or our helper will cut his nails, his fingers are also going to get lopped off in the process. So the nail cutting process actually starts on Friday with me inspecting his nails and showing him how long they have grown. He will then say no to a cut, but agree if I press him. Then on Saturday or Sunday morning, when we actually get to doing it, he will suddenly get cold feet and start crying. Bribes, TV, threats will all be used at various times by me. Finally I will get fed up and hold him tight, with the Princess chipping in and then we start with the hands. Most days by the time we finish his hands, he will be crying so much, that I just decide to do the feet on another day. He will then hold his hands away from his body, with the fingers splayed out and keep crying "My fingers, my fingers". It is such a cute scene!

OK, before I leave and get back to work, I have to share this. I now weigh 10% less than I did in January! What I mean is that I have lost 10% of my body weight! I am so happy that one goal has been reached. I do so badly want to weigh my goal weight at least before my birthday.