So that meant the science museum trip was off. I was hoping we could leave later and catch the others up but she continued to be sick and then slept for 4 hours. I took the opportunity to ransack their bedrooms, sorry tidy up their bedrooms.
Saturday Issy was up at 6.30am talking, and talking, and then talking some more. She talked all day and then fell asleep at 10.30pm. She was still talking in her sleep, but at least she had an early night for a change. We all went to see Andrew Lloyd Webbers Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat with nanny after lunch. I couldn't get parked anywhere so I dropped the girls and my mum off while Isobel protested loudly because she thought I might get lost.
Eventually I found a spot and caught up with them and she sat on my lap throughout the show, yes still talking. 'Its dark in here', 'Yes its always dark in the theatre, we've been before' I whispered, well shouted down her ear. 'Its too loud in here', 'Yes well it'll be lovely when the songs start' I whispered again. 'Ooh look thats Noah', 'No he's called Jacob', 'Well I'm calling him Noah, because he looks like Noah', 'Fine you call him Noah then, now lets listen' I hissed, sorry whispered. I felt her take a deep intake of breath, and on it went. Fortunately I couldn't hear her at all so just agreed with everything, trouble is I'm not sure what I've agreed to now. Then on came the King of Eygpt (Elvis for those of you who haven't seen the show) 'Ooh look there's Elvis', 'Yes he's good isn't he', 'I didn't know Elvis was in the bible, can we read the Elvis bit when we get in?', 'Elvis isn't in the bible.' 'No you've got that wrong mum, he must be he's up there' 'We'll talk about it later'. Inbetween all this I'm whispering bits of the story to Hettie so she can keep up with it all.
Hettie gave it 9/10 and said it was better then reading the bible, Isobel gave it 100/10, blasted out the Cd all afternoon, accompanied it with the recorder and looked through the bible for Elvis. I also got completely ripped off by the two of them for a t-shirt each, cap for Hettie and stuffed camel for Issy, a programme each and a Cd.
Hettie doing a hip hop version, the t-shirts were a little large but still they'll grow into them!
It was my dads birthday so we rushed home and tidied and got ready for my mum and dad to come round for chinese take away. Hettie had learnt to play Happy Birthday on the keyboard, OK a slower version than the more popular one but we all enjoyed it.
Of course the girls helped grandad unwrap his presents. We bought him My Island Story by HE Marshall, a nice hard back copy which he was delighted with.
So now its Sunday morning and the gang have gone off to Morrisons to get the weekly food shop. Usual mad morning. Hettie never knows what to wear, despite much instruction about looking out the window at the weather and in the drawers to pick something. Dh can't find any socks, Issy has dressed herself, but dh says he's not walking round Morrisons with her looking like that, so I persuade her to change thick woolly tights with summer shorts over the top, for a skirt and socks. Dh can't get in the bathroom because the girls are cleaning their teeth and I've told them to do it properly and they are! Can I write the shopping list in order of the aisles so they don't miss anything, where are the car keys?
They've gone now and I'm sitting here quietly drinking tea. Its calm and peaceful. I'm just bracing myself to find some sort of explaination as to why Elvis doesn't turn up in the bible.