I spy green

Me: I spy with my little eye something that is... brown.

Walking the dog whilst simultaneously keeping the wee one amused and teaching him colours. Yes, I can be a good mother sometimes.

Wee One: Green
Me: Er.. what? Green? No brown.
Wee One: In that tree.
Me: Er... bark? Yes, that's brown but its not the answer I was looking for.
Wee One: Leaves.
Me: Leaves are green not brown. I spied something that is brown remember.
Wee One: Misty!
Me: Yes!

*pauses for a proud mother moment*

Wee One: I spy with my little eye something that begins with blue.
Me: Um... that sign.
Wee One: No. In that tree.
Me: Er...*wonders what the fascination with trees is about*
Wee One: Toast!
Me: Pardon?
Wee One: Blue toast in that tree! Your go.

*takes a moment to decide whether to congratulate him on his imagination or lack of concentration*


Joining in with Sticky Fingers and the theme of Green for The Gallery.

Silent Sunday

Silent Sunday

We went for a walk

We had been cooped in all day (my fault entirely) and we needed some air. Misty Moo was starting to get that look. The look that says, 'Hey you. Owner. You remember when we hooked up and you promised to walk me every day? Yeah, that.'

So the Wee One and I went for a walk.
Not that amazing.
Except.
He is big enough now not to need the pram for a dog walk.
Yes it takes longer. A 30 minute quick walk, turns into 45 minutes or longer.

But I have to stop to let Misty Moo do her sniffing thing, her 'No wait! That there smells amazzzzzing' thing, her 'I know I'm being strangled but I reeeeeally need to sniff that leaf over there' thing.

And the Wee One is growing up.
He runs ahead, excitedly laughing at his own brilliance and daring.
He occasionally looks back to see how far behind him I am, laughs at me, and steams on ahead again. In my mind I can see him tripping over, face planting on the path, gravel grazes on the knees. He will fall, he does fall, but he is tough and moments later is running again.
And yet, when I call him, and he has run out of puff, his warm little hand seeks out my own, secure and safe, happy to be close. He looks up at me, still smiling.

So if we have time, and he has the energy, we are walking, me and my little man.

Saturday is Caption Day

So when you come face to face with a rocking horse your first reaction is to...

...obviously.

Caption that!

And then don't forget to visit Mammasaurus for more photos begging for your captioning skills.

Saturday is Caption Day

I can go weeks without the children doing anything worthy of a #satcap and yet this week I was spoilt for choice. Thank you Grandma for visiting and giving the Wee One and great excuse to show off in the middle of town, thus providing this photo for your captioning delight!

#nomnomnom

Would you like a caption with your ice cream sir?
Yes please!

Our host with the most is mammasaurus so be polite and pop over.

Saturday is Caption Day

It's exhausting being a toddler. Actually, he is older than a toddler but younger than a pre-schooler. So what does that make him? Apart from a right royal nuisance (she says lovingly and not really complaining at all, much)?

 

If you like it better put a caption on it!

And then pop yourself along to Mammasaurus who does a fine line in captions.

Saturday is Caption Day

And what Caption Day wouldn't be complete without a child doing something mildly amusing only to be made completely hilarious just by the addition of a witty caption supplied by you.

On your marks, get set, CAPTION!


For more frivolous funnies, Mammasaurus is where it's at.

Silent Sunday

Saturday is Caption Day

In the week when I start an exercise program and a diet, I buy the kids cakes.
I am mad.
It was pure torture. Right up to the bit when all the icing had been licked off and the cake was deemed to be yuk and left abandoned on the plate. Right there in front of me. I swear it was winking at me.
He was right though. The cake was a bit yuk.

Got a caption for this photo? Then please relieve yourself of it in my comments box.

You may now proceed in an orderly manner in the direction of Mammasaurus.

Saturday is Caption Day

Quick! Call 999 (911 for US readers) (and er... *checks google*... 112 for most of Europe) (000 for Australian readers) (I could go on, but I'm boring myself).

There has been an accident!
Oh, wait. No, it's okay. He's got up. In fact he's... yes he is trying to lift the tractor himself. Oh my goodness. He seems to have developed super human strength and can lift 5 times his own body weight. No, hang on. No. We are going to need a pick up truck after all. What do you mean you don't handle that kind of emergency? Don't you realise that if he hasn't got his tractor back up and facing the right way in precisely 15 seconds I will need medical attention?
Hello?

You may be able to think of a more concise caption. If you can, please feel free to share it in my comments x

Joining in with Mammasaurus and #Satcap.

Lemonade Lips

Do you remember giving your child their first taste of food?
And then watching their surprised expression?
How bland was that baby rice!

And then comes all those amazing taste sensations that get their lips puckering, their eyes popping and hopefully not their tongue sticking out.

So how about a lemon.

No, I wasn't so mean to give the Wee One a lemon to suck on but I did capture the first time he had lemonade. Proper pub style lemonade, clear and gassy. None of that fancy homemade stuff.

I think he liked it, judging by the lack of lemonade in his glass by the end of lunch.

Perhaps he would like lemons after all.

Joining in with the Gallery and the prompt of 'Food'.

Terrible Twosday

 or How to drive your Mummy insane in 3 easy steps.

Step one (Night-time):

Wake up in the middle of the night screaming "Mummy, come on" like I've been keeping you waiting or something.
"Carry Me, carry me carry mecarrymeCARRYME!" etc.
Lie across the bed on between your parents using Mummy's head as a pillow and Daddy's head as a foot rest whilst dreaming about running a marathon.

Step Two (Morning):

Wake up late and in a bad mood, thus throwing the morning (finely tuned) routine out the window, into the rain, into the path of several fast moving vehicles who fail to stop and leave any attempt to revive the routine as likely as drying your washing outside this summer.
Insist that sweets for breakfast is perfectly acceptable and all young people should consider this as their diet of choice forever more.
Sabotage all creative crafty activities with wild sweeping movements of the arms and hands, defying previously accepted laws of nature relating to length of arms relative to age and body size, and deftly launching the (open) glitter pot ceiling-ward.

Step Three (Afternoon):

Build a tower with your sandwiches, expertly recreating the leaning tower of Pisa in the year 2045 (estimated) five seconds before it finally topples over.
Throw a tantrum in the library when it is suggested that Alien is an inappropriate film choice, by whipping all the DVDs off a shelf and then shuffling them as I fruitlessly attempt to return them to the shelf in alphabetical order.
Fall asleep precisely 5 minutes before tea-time.


Is it just me? Did I fail the terrible twos exam? What's been your worst terrible twos day?

Saturday is Caption Day

Why is it that one day they will jump head first into a waist deep puddle and take great delight in rubbing the slimy mud into every nook and cranny about their person but then the next day they start fussing over some sock fluff caught in their toes like it is alien gloop sent to poison them from the toes up?

Go figure!

Guess what kind of day it was in this picture.

Can you think of a caption?

Pop it into my captions box (ooh err mrs) and then head over to Mummy Mishaps for more captions antics who is standing in for Mammasaurus whilst she suns herself on her holidays x

Saturday is Caption Day

The Queen may be celebrating 60 years on the throne, the nation may be drinking Pimms/tea in her honour, the stock of anything with a Union Flag on may have sold out, you may not be able to buy a sausage for the barbeque for love nor money, I may be celebrating my XXth birthday but...

...the Wee One still wants it all his own way. Who's in charge here anyway?

Have a fabulous weekend everyone x

Pop a caption in my comments box (not a euphemism) and then trot along to Mammasaurus for more funnies.

Snap Happy Friday

This morning we had the summer term Collective Worship at school.

It was hot and we were all crowded into the school hall to watch our clever year 1 and 2's present an assembly showing us their achievements from the school year. This consisted of genuinely funny and well performed presentations on mini beasts, science and healthy eating. There was a recorder recital, a work out, a couple of songs and a Benny Hill inspired run around.

I'm sure I would have loved it.

Had I not been smothered by a toddler and a pre-schooler howling like banshees because the recorders were too loud, they couldn't see, I wouldn't let him have my camera, and I wanted to remove the Rascullz helmet he had insisted on wearing instead of a sunhat (logical).

So I gave in and gave him my camera.
Some of the howling stopped.
Some was replaced by muffled snivelling.

I sat uncomfortably with snot being rubbed into one shoulder and a sharks fin being repeatedly poked up my nose and demonstrated my best 'Oh dear, aren't they little rascals, but isn't the singing great' face. I managed to smile encouragingly at The Big One who got his words right and were projected suitably loudly towards the back of the hall and, most importantly, we were there. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

The camera was clutched tightly to the Wee Ones chest through the entire morning, as we left the hall, dropped something off at the school office, did a bit of shopping and headed home. It was with a degree of trepidation that I finally wrestled it out of his hot and sweaty paws. The lens needs a very good clean but it seemed to be functioning normally. A miracle in itself. But then I had a quick look through the photos and this is what I found.

An accurate report of our morning I think.
Enjoy your sunny Friday x

Saturday is Caption Day

As if Saturday could be anything else?

So last week I caught the Wee One doing this. Apparently he climbed in by himself because... well because he could and as a two year old that is as good a reason as any.

Thing is, I'm sure he was thinking up a plan, a cunning plan. Can you imagine what that might have been?
Furnish me with your captions and I will pass them on to the Wee One for his next big idea.

And while you are about it, Mammasaurus has a veritable flock of photos all gasping for captions so make sure you head on over.

Friday is the new Saturday

I thought I had lost a day when I looked through my blog reader and spotted loads of Saturday is Caption Day posts today (Friday) but it seems that Mammasaurus was getting ahead of herself due to her impending blogging tour of Britain for #blogitforbabies, the brilliantly inspired fund raising event for Save The Children.

Here is the #blogitforbabies website explaining all the why what who and when questions.

Compelling aren't they? So try to do a little bit to help the fund raising cause if you can :)

Meanwhile there is another child that needs saving... from himself, as you can see here:

Caption this naughty chap caught in the act (hence the slightly dodgy focus) and then pop back to Mammasaurus who has loads more photos seeking your captioning skills.

Silent Sunday

#SilentSunday

Saturday is Caption Day

He may be ever so slightly unhappy about something.
Can't imagine what that might be. Perhaps you could help me out here.

And while you are at it, thinking up captions that is, head over to Mammasaurus.