Friday, January 30, 2009
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, January 24, 2009
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...
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...
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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.
"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.
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