Good things come to those who wait

My well-placed sources have warned me that visitorship numbers to this blog are dwindling. Keeping readers in suspense is one thing, but to not say anything at all is quite another. I guess they have a point there. This and the threat of confirming anyone's suspicions that i am a bad mother (given the recent underground circulation of a Saffy voice recording which , funnily enough, has her enunciating what sound remarkably like swear words. Don't ask) have gone some way towards helping me overcome my writer's block.

So yesterday was Mother's Day. Or as James was teaching Saffy all day to say, Commercial Mother's Day (as opposed to Mothering Sunday which is celebrated in the UK, and which incidentally, I also had the fortune of celebrating). Saffron 'made' me a card with a purple paper rose attached. Though i suspect she may have had some help from her teachers in school; the cutout hearts are slighly beyond her at this point, much as we all know she's a clever sausage. She also gave me a handmade, ransom-note styled card signed off by her and Daddy (with cutouts of a pint glass) that was beautiful. To top it all off, when prompted by James to wish me 'Happy Commercial Mother's Day', she broke into song, raising her hands in the air, singing, 'Happy Mummy Mummy Mummy', to an unfamiliar tune. We were both surprised by her spontaneous rendition of what was obviously a tune they had been teaching her in school. I guess we won't be switching childcare centres for the time being. We braved the torrential downpour to have breakfast at the famous Red Star dimsum restaurant with Por Por, Uncle John, Uncle Ben and Aunties Charie and Fiffy. This was followed by a 'Special Mother's Day' photo session at Ralph Lauren, where we got to pose as a family with a giant bear. (Please don't judge us by this; we are not usually this cheesy). Funnily enough, when we got to the shop they promptly changed Saffron out of her turn-up jeans into a floral-print dress complete with peterpan collar. Saffron wasn't keen on co-operating until they trotted out the sugary gummi bears. After that she was all smiles. Meanwhile, all I could think about was hiding my horror at the e-numbers she was scoffing down and smiling for the camera, and Daddy was busy taking instructions from the cameraman on how to channel a 'Happy (Commercial) Mother's Day' look for the camera. I can't wait to see the pictures when they're ready in a week's time. If you're good, who knows, we may even put it up here.