Sunday, 31 March 2013
Saturday, 30 March 2013
Boy Flu and week 13
Week 13.
Unlucky for some.
We have been infiltrated by the lurgy / flu.
And the Wee One got the full force of it and has officially been diagnosed with Boy Flu.
A sneeze requires anyone in a meter radius to seek immediate shelter or be slimed.
Snot trails stretch all down one sleeve and back up the other.
Sofa snuggles last 96 hours.
Previously eloquent boys repeat the same phrase, "Mummy, I got snot", 4621 times. At least.
New extremes of attachment parenting are reached in the bathroom.
You get the picture.
As spectacular as some of those snotty sneezes were, I have saved you from photographic evidence.
Poorly boys need cars to play with. And poorly Mummy's need a dustpan and brush to tidy with.
Poorly boys are fascinated with Plasma balls. *distraction therapy*
Not poorly girls are always up for a laugh.
A plague of icicles.
Poorly Mummy wearing a scarf indoors to fight off the shivers.
More snow. *yawns*
Poorly boy. Get well soon Wee One x
Join The Boy and Me to see what they've been up to this week.
Unlucky for some.
We have been infiltrated by the lurgy / flu.
And the Wee One got the full force of it and has officially been diagnosed with Boy Flu.
A sneeze requires anyone in a meter radius to seek immediate shelter or be slimed.
Snot trails stretch all down one sleeve and back up the other.
Sofa snuggles last 96 hours.
Previously eloquent boys repeat the same phrase, "Mummy, I got snot", 4621 times. At least.
New extremes of attachment parenting are reached in the bathroom.
You get the picture.
As spectacular as some of those snotty sneezes were, I have saved you from photographic evidence.
Poorly boys need cars to play with. And poorly Mummy's need a dustpan and brush to tidy with.
Poorly boys are fascinated with Plasma balls. *distraction therapy*
Not poorly girls are always up for a laugh.
A plague of icicles.
Poorly Mummy wearing a scarf indoors to fight off the shivers.
More snow. *yawns*
Poorly boy. Get well soon Wee One x
Join The Boy and Me to see what they've been up to this week.
Wednesday, 27 March 2013
Walking
My kids can't walk.
Before you get social services involved, let me explain.
They can walk, obviously, but prefer to run, or skip, or side step as if they are in training for something like the 'fastest escape from Mum' competition.
The school run is exactly that - a race to the bottom of our hill, or the next lamppost, or the road we have to cross. It is always a competition and as the rules are set by the Big One, he naturally wins. Every time.
The Princess is not the fastest on her feet but is getting stronger and quicker and with an imposed head start can actually put up a good fight. The Wee One plays along, fully aware that one day his time will come.
Me? I'm going to get a scooter so I can keep up. I do walking but I don't do running.
Joining in with The Gallery and the theme Walk.
Before you get social services involved, let me explain.
They can walk, obviously, but prefer to run, or skip, or side step as if they are in training for something like the 'fastest escape from Mum' competition.
The school run is exactly that - a race to the bottom of our hill, or the next lamppost, or the road we have to cross. It is always a competition and as the rules are set by the Big One, he naturally wins. Every time.
The Princess is not the fastest on her feet but is getting stronger and quicker and with an imposed head start can actually put up a good fight. The Wee One plays along, fully aware that one day his time will come.
Me? I'm going to get a scooter so I can keep up. I do walking but I don't do running.
Joining in with The Gallery and the theme Walk.
Sunday, 24 March 2013
Saturday, 23 March 2013
365project Week 12 2013
We are all so fed up with the cold and greyness seeping in through the windows and under doors. It creeps silently, sapping the energy from your bones and leaves you drained, empty, begging for colour and light.
So we have had a few treats this week to lift the spirits.
We went for a walk
Colourful pens
Sugar, dough and oozing jam
Whisking up a Danish Apple Cake
Wotsits
Dreaming of travels
New knickers
Go on, treat yourself x
Join The Boy and Me to see what they've been up to this week.
So we have had a few treats this week to lift the spirits.
We went for a walk
Colourful pens
Sugar, dough and oozing jam
Whisking up a Danish Apple Cake
Wotsits
Dreaming of travels
New knickers
Go on, treat yourself x
Join The Boy and Me to see what they've been up to this week.
Thursday, 21 March 2013
Bloglovin
Follow my blog with Bloglovin
*waves a fond farewell to Google Reader*
*shakes bloglovin by the hand*
*Keeps one eye on alternative blog readers just in case*
*waves a fond farewell to Google Reader*
*shakes bloglovin by the hand*
*Keeps one eye on alternative blog readers just in case*
Wednesday, 20 March 2013
Red
The speed and exhilaration must be incredible, breathtaking.
The skill and concentration unfathomable.
To watch the Red Arrows is to see a sight so enthralling that the screaming of their engines overhead is almost drowned out by the gasps of onlookers.
These photos were taken two summers ago from my back garden.
I have been looking back through some photos and find myself desperately looking forward to summer, to being in the garden again, watching the children playing and, maybe, possibly, a repeat performance from the Red Arrows.
Joining in with The Gallery and the theme Red.
The skill and concentration unfathomable.
To watch the Red Arrows is to see a sight so enthralling that the screaming of their engines overhead is almost drowned out by the gasps of onlookers.
These photos were taken two summers ago from my back garden.
I have been looking back through some photos and find myself desperately looking forward to summer, to being in the garden again, watching the children playing and, maybe, possibly, a repeat performance from the Red Arrows.
Joining in with The Gallery and the theme Red.
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