The dollar store rocks. Because it has Easter Bunny ears and foam plastic swords, and at a buck a piece, you can have, literally, hours of entertainment. (That works out to less than a dollar an hour - a veritable bargain for the parent of the terminally bored toddler).




And the whole family can participate!


I'm so sorry Lambert, really, I am. But you do look cute in a sort of green-eyed-monster-bunny- kind of way.

Saturday - The Day Junk Food Ruled the World

So, we started out innocently enough - toast, strawberries, a little hot tea for breakfast...warming our backsides by the fire.



Lunch was pretty good, but dessert was better...


And then it all went to heck when we ordered pizza and ate it "camp style" (which, apparently, means eating it whilst lying under the table).


Tomorrow, we might just be eating tinned spaghetti in the bath, and calling it a cruise...

If you've ever wondered whether the playground is a multi-seasonal locale, wonder no more.
Our second day of true winter here in the south and Little Q. is up for demonstrating the proper technique for the Snow Slide.
Perhaps there's a future Olympic luge-gold-medalist in our midst???

When Big C woke up this morning, he was a bundle of awe. He looked out the window as I raised the blinds and gasped - literally, gasped - because the whole wide world out there was pure white.
"It looks like cotton bolls, Muma!" he said.

(I think he meant "balls", but we're still fine tuning the whole vocabulary thing).

So, it snowed in the south. Which, by way of further explanation, means that life as we know it, STOPS. No school, no work, just wee urchins running amok in hastily put together winter ensembles, screaming with glee and whipping snow balls at each other.
My own urchins demonstrate the technique, below.








They want to know if this means Santa will come again. Uh, sorry, kids. It's January.