I had been dreading this bloody bear coming to our house. I did force half of my class to endure this little treat one year, for which I apologise, but at least I saw sense and abandoned Fluffy around Christmas. Karma’s a bitch. Continue reading
Jet has got really into telling jokes. He loves my brother’s gags – we all do – and despite the fact he doesn’t always really understand why they are funny, he will tell and retell them, making them his own.
Will: Why is 6 afraid of 7?
Jet: I don’t know! Why!?
Will: Because 7, 8, 9!
Everyone: Ha ha ha!
(A while later)
Jet: Why is 3 afraid of 4?
Everyone: I don’t know – why?
Jet: Because 4, 5, 6! Ha ha ha!
Jet will then repeat this joke for any other set of consecutive numbers, oblivious to the word play involved in the original’s success. Ad infinitum.
Sometimes, The Innovator nails it, though.
Hands up, who spends their early mornings nagging a small person/people to put some clothes on? If only they could understand that by getting dressed quickly they would then be free to enjoy crawling around under their bed, pretending to be the cat or whatever other nonsensical thing they’ve come up with this morning. Wouldn’t that be nice? I imagine it would be, but imagining it is as close as I have ever got.
Here are some methods that might help us all arrive with appropriately attired anklebiters whilst simultaneously staying sane!
I’ve just gone back to work full time, which has meant kissing goodbye to any time we used to get to spend together (as well as any energy I used to have to do anything apart from teach and all the related paperwork exercises). So, as it was nice and sunny (if a little nippy) last Sunday morning, we decided to go out for a round of crazy golf at a local course.
What’s that you say? A hobby you can eat? Where do I sign?
I like to fill a good proportion of all that spare time we all have floating about with baking. Despite a fairly natty taste in jackets, I am no Mary Berry, but I can definitely produce something more than edible. I have a lot of fun baking and decorating the children’s birthday cakes.
I don’t know if this happens to other people, but our house is always littered with discarded socks. Stella loves to pick them up and put them on her hands, then tickle people with them. Very sweet, but a bit yucky!
Jet loves baking, and he is always asking to make things. Usually involving chocolate. I gave up trying to get Jet to embrace healthy cake – he never ate it, so it was just a waste of ingredients. And maybe he’s right – maybe baked foods shouldn’t be healthy, maybe they should be sweet and crumbly and delicious. Putting in the right quantities of butter and sugar results in food creations that my children will actually eat. So I’m going with that! Continue reading
On Monday we began the holidays by spending the morning mooching about in our pyjamas trying to get our breath back a bit after our awesome barbecue the day before. Jet did some drawing whilst Stella (who had done some drawing on her legs) helped me with the washing – she loves to take it out of the machine and put it in the basket. Continue reading
- Make sure you buy lots of snacks like crisps and that for people to eat whilst they wait for the real food. Then, and this is the important bit, forget to put them out and find them lurking in the cupboard after everyone has gone home.