Monthly Archives: September 2010
Head Lice.
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….
…I have been a busy bee. What’s that? Draw some more…ok, got my new sketchbook right here…
Insomniac Baby.
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.
Fitting In…
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.
Here we go, into the abyss of Welsh winters.
What’s that? You cant tell the difference between summer and winter? Winter’s the one where we wear less clothing as it rains less.
Bugger the cold, it’s dry!
Adventures in Hoovering.
Things I have sucked up the Hoover:
- Cheese (ew)
- Garlic (not good for long term pong)
- Polly Pocket shoes x 100
- Jewellry
- Wasps
- Crumbs off the hob (lazy but effective)
- Assorted dinosaurs
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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…
Sunday project.
No Myles, a six foot piece of ply will NOT fit in the car. What’s that? If you go back in and get a saw it will…..ok…..ok…..
Fightin’
Aaaaah a lovely picnic in the park on a Saturday afternoon…….
…..perfect for a bit of a……..
Rant.
Do 7 year old’s rant? Yes they do (as their Dad is master of all ranting in the universe and beyond)…
Take it away Millie, what’s on your mind?
Wonder Woman….
And from Dressing Up Box Productions we bring you……
In her satin leggings, fighting for her rights….
Dinosaurs.
The Grand Old Duke of York, He had ten 
thousand Dinsoaurs.
He sat on them all day long and he wouldnt get off of them.
And when Evie tried he wouldnt budge.
And when she screamed he yawned.
And when she gave up he got rather bored,
And decided to eat them instead.
What’s sleep?
Gruff isn’t a brilliant sleeper. He’s waking a lot at the moment.
Maybe more teeth on the way?
He just comes in and we manage to get a little sleep that way.
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…..
Horsey horsey…
Horsey horsey don’t you stop. Up the road you go, clippity clop.
Holding all the traffic up and pooping on the ground….
Giddy up ! You’re homeward bound.
( hope your rider makes it without a saddle).
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.
Gruff and Arnie.
Gruff has decided to stop piling on the cat Arnie and Arnie has decided that Gruff no longer poses a threat and will not try and rip out his fur or pluck his whiskers. They quite like each others company.
Doodlemum 
