Sunday, 31 January 2016

I think I'm in trouble

Each evening, depending on M's antics for the previous hour, she gets to choose either a bedtime story read to her, or a story that she makes up herself.

The rules of story telling are;
We hold up our hands and for each sentence of the story we bend down a finger.

Finger #1 has to be 'once upon a time'.

Final finger has to be 'they all lived happily ever after'

The number of digits that we start with is dependant on madams willingness to brush teeth, wee, put on pyjamas etc.

This evenings shenanigans ended with a abridged five finger story, due to muchous faffage from herself - this news was met with much much sadness.

The story was thus.

  • Once upon a time there was a Mummy, a Daddy and a little girl
  • They went for a walk in the beautiful woods.
  • They met a big scary wolf.
  • The wolf ate the Mummy all up.
  • They all lived happily ever after.

I can't put my finger on it but I think she's trying to tell me something.

Challenged Motherhood

You've all seen it, and possibly been sucked into its boastful grasp.

I am speaking, of course, of the Motherhood Challenge.

The nominating of mummy friends and posting of cute ickle photos of your squidgey little cherubs as you all vie to be the 'Greatest Mother Of All Time!'

I was, sadly, not nominated by any of my friends, despite quite obviously being 'The Greatest Mother Of All Time'.

I can only guess that none of my friends could bear the thought of having their greatness trampled over as I post photos of my beautiful, impeccably behaved twosome as they excel at home made arts and crafts, countryside walks and all round fun fun fun antics.

I suspect, however, the real reason is because my friends know me too well and expect the sarcastic old shrew to not take it too seriously.

Despite not being nominated I thought long and about my three photos in case I was called upon to claim my crown.

I think they speak for themselves.

My title is undisputed.

Are you sitting comfortably...

The small boy took great offence when his big sister took into upon herself to drive off on a camping holiday without him. 

To be clear she drove off in her pretend car, which is the actually the sofa. 

It is stationary.

He could get on it at anytime
Instead he chose to stand in front of it with his arms outstretched screaming dramatically "Wait Me! Wait Me!"

I have no idea where he gets it from...