Hooray says this Mom.
Tuesday, 31 August 2010
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Why We Call Her Cutiepie
On Babies:
Mommy, I want a baby. Can you go make one with Daddy?
What?
Can you do it with Daddy, so we can have a baby?
Do what?
I think you have to go lay down with him.
Oh.
Next morning, Cutiepie jumps in bed with us, and asks, "So, did you do it?"
On Food:
Mommy, where did you put my donut? Did you eat it??
It's in the boot with the groceries.
Mom!!! Did you eat it?
No, I promise, it's in with the groceries.
Mom, please don't kid about my food.
Mommy, how many days old was I when we left the hospital?
Four days old.
Mommy, did we leave after lunchtime?
On Music:
Mommy, please can we listen to our CD?
You know the one with Dancing on the Queen and Mommy Mommy?
Any Abba fans out there?
Mommy, I want a baby. Can you go make one with Daddy?
What?
Can you do it with Daddy, so we can have a baby?
Do what?
I think you have to go lay down with him.
Oh.
Next morning, Cutiepie jumps in bed with us, and asks, "So, did you do it?"
On Food:
Mommy, where did you put my donut? Did you eat it??
It's in the boot with the groceries.
Mom!!! Did you eat it?
No, I promise, it's in with the groceries.
Mom, please don't kid about my food.
Mommy, how many days old was I when we left the hospital?
Four days old.
Mommy, did we leave after lunchtime?
On Music:
Mommy, please can we listen to our CD?
You know the one with Dancing on the Queen and Mommy Mommy?
Any Abba fans out there?
Monday, 23 August 2010
You Gotta See This, But Can't
You know the moment, when you say: Oh, I have to take a picture of this!?
Well, what if you can't? Take the photo?
Like when you've been traveling for four hours on a journey that was scheduled for one hour in a foreign land, in the remote countryside at dusk, and you're hungry, tired and lost because the GPS directed you to go the way the crow flies and not the way the smart one drives?
Picture that.
Throw in a grouchy husband whose back has gone out while schlepping boxes of magazines and manning a booth for four days amid 40,000 quilters. Throw it in for good measure or simply for my reality.
As we drove, I shriek, "Oh! I have to get a picture of that!"
All it took was one look. The camera was packed in the back of the jeep. There was no way in this lifetime, that this tired, hungry, broken lost man was going to pull over and dig out a camera for a mere laugh.
One look. Some marriages take decades for telepathy. Not ours.
The nonexistent picture? In North Wales, in the middle of don't-ask-us-where is a house on a roundabout. Seriously, a house on a roundabout in thoroughfare traffic, a real roundabout with four exits. Five if you count the driveway leading to the house.
The family in the house refused to move.
So said the locals, when we finally stopped to ask for directions.
Well, what if you can't? Take the photo?
Like when you've been traveling for four hours on a journey that was scheduled for one hour in a foreign land, in the remote countryside at dusk, and you're hungry, tired and lost because the GPS directed you to go the way the crow flies and not the way the smart one drives?
Picture that.
Throw in a grouchy husband whose back has gone out while schlepping boxes of magazines and manning a booth for four days amid 40,000 quilters. Throw it in for good measure or simply for my reality.
As we drove, I shriek, "Oh! I have to get a picture of that!"
All it took was one look. The camera was packed in the back of the jeep. There was no way in this lifetime, that this tired, hungry, broken lost man was going to pull over and dig out a camera for a mere laugh.
One look. Some marriages take decades for telepathy. Not ours.
The nonexistent picture? In North Wales, in the middle of don't-ask-us-where is a house on a roundabout. Seriously, a house on a roundabout in thoroughfare traffic, a real roundabout with four exits. Five if you count the driveway leading to the house.
The family in the house refused to move.
So said the locals, when we finally stopped to ask for directions.
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