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Thursday, September 18, 2008

Heather 1, Mummy O

'He's pushing me' Heather whines as she and Matthew push one another in the race to get through the front door.
I retrieve Lucy from the car while Heather and Matthew continue to shove one another in an effort to be first.
'Ouch' cries Heather, she is giving as good as she gets. Due to all the pushing one or the other's head is in the way so I can't actually open the door.
'Mummy go in' says Matthew giving Heather a forceful shove which she duly returns.
'I'm pushing Matthew because he's pushing me' she explains helpfully.
Finally managing to get the key in the door I being to open it until one of them lands against the door shutting it again.
'Look you two, we don't push, what are you animals?'
Quick as a wink Heather replies 'Yes Mummy we're cheeky monkeys.'
Laughing too hard to remonstrate further I get the door open and Matthew elbows his way in first, not very gentleman like, but for him a small victory.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Black Box

If you scroll down far enough, paying attention to the sidebar, you will notice a new widget -black boxes.
You click a few choices and it will take you to a shiny new mystery blog, chosen randomly from your responses.
If you have made it here from the black box widget then please make yourself comfortable, introduce yourself and say hello. Incidentally if you remember your route to my page it would be great if you could give me some details of your answers.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Injury time

I am sure Matthew is going for the record number of injuries in one day:
Grabbing a cup of tea and pouring over himself (Luckily it was mine and therefore cold otherwise it could have been nasty.)
Scaling Lucy's high chair and falling off,
Trying to sit in the crumb catcher of the high chair and falling through,
Playing with his fire engine and following it head first off the sofa,
Standing under the breakfast bar and attempting to jump despite the face that his head brushes the top.
Miraculously no major injuries and when he gets a kiss to the injured part he shouts 'all better' at the top of his voice.

Heather says 'Mummy look at this' and I know I have to brace myself.
I look at the foot thrust towards me and follow her finger to where it is pointing - her big toe with a small piece of loose skin attached. She is yanking to no avail.
'I think it's a bogey' she says 'It had to stay there forever because I ate it earlier and now it's on my foot forever.'
I just smile and wonder why she feels she needs to share such pieces of information with me.

Lucy is teething and it is not pretty, wailing for an hour takes us all by surprise being as she is usually such a happy baby, I hope the little pegs pop through soon.