Monthly Archives: September 2010
I hate it when we get the letter home from school advising of an outbreak of the head leaching little monsters. One thing guarenteed to start me scratching.
Are you scratching? I’ll bet you are….
Anyhoo, here”s my slant on nit combing.
Not the end of another sketchbook….
Get a Tan!
It’s probably teething, the red face, the profuse sea of dribble, the refusal to sleep for more than one hour at a time.
It probably is…yes…something like that.
Have you fed the Cat?
Poor Arnie, I don’t think we’ve fed him today.
Post pregnancy I’m a little lost without my elastic waistbands…it’s strange,
all the fashion has changed, where have I been?
Equal days and nights.
Adventures in Hoovering.
Things I have sucked up the Hoover:
- Cheese (ew)
- Garlic (not good for long term pong)
- Polly Pocket shoes x 100
- Crumbs off the hob (lazy but effective)
- Assorted dinosaurs
Shopping in Aldi.
If you have the packing skills of a ninja and a purse as broke as mine, then why not take the kids for a shopping experience at Aldi.
First of all is the wonderful array of tat that you find strangely compelled to buy. Useless? No it’ll be really useful that, erm, collection of scented in soles . Look I can even cut them out to fit my feet!
Oh yes and there’s the fascinating tins in different languages. Want tomatoes? Well tough, you’ve got a tin with a picture of a tomato on and something else…
oh well, chuck it in the trolley, I’m sure no one will notice the difference in the spag boll…
Gruff and Drink.
Potty Training, a cautionary tale….
Who needs the Andrex puppy?
The long walk there and back again.
Oh look, what a surprise its raining again. I suppose being small makes it worse as you’re closer to the puddles. I think the best place is inside the pram under the rain covers. Its ok for Millie, she get’s dropped off at school, its Evie and I that have to climb back up the hill and get both sides wet! Oh well, the thought of tea and toast keeps us going…..
First Day back at school..
Of course when the weather turns glorious in September it can only mean one thing, school term begins. I can still remember sweating buckets in my pristine winter uniform and my glasses sliding off my nose in 20 degrees of heat in a school hall.
The uniform came out the wardrobe and we trudged down the hill to school. First day as a junior. Evie howled as her big sister skipped happily in. We made it better with a balloon and an afternoon in the paddling pool.