She doesn’t watch Breaking Bad, honest! She just likes dressing up and posing!
And there you are: she’s nice, really. No Crystal Meth involved, OK?
Hope everyone is staying safe and warm in this stormy winter weather.
I wonder how many people have injured themselves playing Kinect Sports on the X-Box?
Whatever it is, that number just went up by 1.
Bare feet (slippy laminate floor) + lack of space + big kick + wire waste-paper basket = OOPS!
I nearly scored too; it was a tight match & 0-0!
The game wouldn’t stop when it was supposed too despite my frantic, & – I thought – correct hand gestures.
I looked around for the controller & couldn’t see it. And I missed a great scoring chance!
Noticing a fair few splotches of gooey red stuff on the floor, I thought I’d better call an injury time-out. I managed to find the controller, pressed a few buttons & 1 of them seemed to stop the game.
It may have to be abandoned due to lack of subs…
I’m having trouble putting a bandage on it: it’s only a small gash, but deep. There’s quite a lot of blood!
The worst thing is it may stop me from finishing this…..
*head hits keyboard*
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It’s the best place for it, in my experience. ‘Outdoors’, that is. The clue’s in the name: Messy Play. It’s messy!
It all started with an old tin of Smash* I found in the kitchen cupboard.
It was spotted.
“What’s that, Daddy?”
Such innocent little faces. Such a loaded question. Continue reading “Outdoor Messy Play!”
My boy Jake is a thoughtful little fella, this much I have learned.
We were in the reception area of the children’s gym, where the 3 of us were resting between the running, climbing & jumping that we so enjoy there.
He was enjoying eating a ‘treat’: a little chocolate bar.
Thoughtfully, he said to me, between mouthfuls:
“Daddy, you know how I’ve said to you that I want to be a Scientist?”
(It’s true: he has, on many occasions.)
“Well, I think I know what sort of Scientist I want to be. Do you know what sort of Scientist I want to be?”
(An unusually talkative one, probably!)
“No, I don’t: what sort of Scientist do you want to be?”
“I want to be a Chocolate Scientist!”
He likes investigating things, & he likes eating chocolate: it’s just logical!
He was delighted to learn that it is actually a real job, that he can indeed be a Chocolate Scientist! Although I suspect the job spec may not involve as much chocolate eating as he probably expects…
Still, I wish him luck: watch this space!
Our intentions were good.
For Jake & Ellie’s birthday – back in early March – we bought them a fantastic climbing frame. We thought they’d love it!
Unfortunately we hadn’t quite thought it through…
The garden in the new house is a good size but when we looked at the space the thing needed we realised that it just wasn’t big enough!
At first we thought we’d have to knock down the very useful shed & rip out most of the beautiful flower garden just to fit it in!
After a lot of head-scratching & measuring with bits of string we finally found a place it could go without too much damage, leaving both the shed & the flowers intact. We just needed to have a lot of the paving & a small tree ripped out & replaced with turf.
Then – almost inevitably – we had many problems finding a contractor to do the work. It must have been about half a dozen of them who looked at the work, said they’d get back in touch – then didn’t.
Finally I found a good guy who could do the work at a reasonable price. He said he would talk to us before starting work: he didn’t! Instead he let himself in while no-one was there & ripped out ALL of the paving, not just the bits we wanted taken out! He took out, for instance, the back patio we use for eating outside, the area outside the side door, & a border we wanted left in.
We came back to a garden that looked like a bombsite: my wife was devastated! All the paving stones had been ripped out & put into big piles that looked like slag-heaps!
In the doom & gloom, cue Mr Brightside!
Jake noticed that one brick had been left sitting all by itself in the middle of the Plain of Desolation, and said:
“Well, at least he still left one.”
Fantastic! We all laughed: what a great way of lifting the edge off of a sad situation!
Sometime it needs the innocent & happy outlook of a small child to give us jaded grown-ups some perspective!
Happily the contractor came back promptly & was able to restore the paving he took out in error, & install the turf. The garden now looks great & we hope to have the shiny new climbing frame up & running very soon!
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The Mummy has had a routine op this week & we were going in to the hospital to see her for the first time.
We brought in chocolates, crisps & fruit, & there was even some left over for Mummy after Jake & Ellie had very kindly helped her eat them…
Ellie & Jake wanted to make a special effort for her. They crafted some beautiful cards for her (more on that later) & dressed up in ‘special outfits’.
Jake – who’s become a bit camera-shy lately – was Mike the Knight, & Ellie was, ummm… actually, I’m not really sure.
A Hippy Rapunzel? The next Pixie Lott / Rita Ora / Paloma Faith?
Whatever she was, she looked pretty funky!
And I’d love to see what captions you could come up with for her!
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They’ve been in good form recently! Must be something to do with this ‘turning 4’ thing.
Jake & I were having scooter races in the garden; Ellie would normally join in but she was trying to get her ‘baby’ (dolly) asleep in the swing.
He’s fast, & was winning most of the time. Have you tried cornering in 1 of those things? Not easy!
The times I was winning were when I had a bit of a ‘head start’. Hey, it’s not my fault if he’s too slow off the mark!
Even then though I was out of luck: he’d shout “I’m pausing the game! I’m pausing the game!”. That meant I had to stop.
That Temple Run has a lot to answer for…