Josiah punched out the hole from the bottom of his blocks bucket and the result was this picture...
So looks like no one got it right although pretty good guesses all round.
Thanks for taking time to visit my blog!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Mystery of the missing....socks!
Is it just me or is it weird that I have more than 10 SINGLE. different. socks sitting forlornly waiting for its partner?
How did this happen? Where are those socks? Why are they missinig? Who took them?
I could go on and on but the fact is my forlorn pile of socks remain. With each load of laundry I do, I might come across one single famiiliar looking sock.
Aha....I have found a match, my happiness only lasting a mere five minutes when I discover that I have another two SINGLE socks to add to the pile.
Frustrations - it never used to bother me but honestly, it is irritating to have to look at a pile of SINGLE and different socks. I mean, those socks taunt me, telling me that I am a failure as a keeper of my family's clothes. Telling me that if I cannot even keep track of socks, what other pieces of clothings are missing but that I am ignorant off. Telling me that I am a bad wife for sending my man out with potentially mismatched socks all.the.time.
"Have you no shame? You must be doing something wrong for us to end up like this" sneered the sad, old looking white Nike sock.
"I miss my darling," sniffles the elegant black sock.
"I'd rather be thrown away than having to put up with these other grotty single socks" screamed the odd blackish green one.
So please, anyone, help me find my missing socks or I may have to resort to killing them just so I can keep my place as Lady of the House.
I will not be overthrown by a couple of ratty, pathetic but pompous sock forming a gang and bullying a poor mum who has never been good at housekeeping anyway.
Wait a minute. These are not even my socks, why should I care? Let Shaun deal with them - he should be able to keep them in line or do you think he is in on this as well.....hmmm.....
Making me believe that I am losing my mind by keeping those socks hidden.
Stop. it . now
Help me, anybody, where is CSI team when I need them most?
Gratefully yours,
Lady of the House (not!)
"
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Wordless Wednesday
Yes folks, it is remnants of dried blood in his nostrils. Nasty...his nose bleeds are back.
Want to guess how I got this photo?
Just leave me a comment and I'll post the answer up in the next few days.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
I want a broom??
Since Josiah is on his fourth week at nursery, I would like to update on his eating habits at the nursery. Most days he would only eat the dessert (yogurt or something sweet) and pick at the main meal. He only eats most of the meal when they serve pasta, shepherd pie and fish fingers. He does not eat any roast meat and veggie combo, or couscous or chicken type dishes. No one is also able to get him to take a snack (fruits, biscuits or toast)yet but the teachers have been very understanding in persisting to encourage him to eat independently.
On the mornings that Josiah goes to nursery, I would normally anticipate him falling asleep in the stroller on the way home especially when his teacher tells me that he had a proper lunch.
So when she told me had ate MOST of his lunch today, I knew he would be sleeping on the way home. He slept for about 1.5 hours and then woke up asking for milk. Then he asked me for a broom.
A broom? Why is he asking for a broom? Don't know. But as I hand him the broom - he looked at me like I was nuts.
I want to go to the ROOM, Mummy
Right - that's more logical. Hmm....wonder how many more incidents where I have not been able to understand him and offered him other things from what he asked for.
Well, Josiah, when you grow up, do enlighten me because I find you strange and you probably find me even stranger!! A broom.....bah....
Happy Tuesday all.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Alone time.....finally!
Hello world, this is my first time blogging in my own house....all ALONE!
For all those with young children, this moment is a moment to be celebrated and savoured. Josiah has been going to nursery for 3 mornings for three weeks now and this is the first time I have felt relaxed enough to come home. Before, I was always hanging around the nursery, you know, in case they had to ring me to get him....etc. I was also frequently leaving the nursery feeling upset because he is crying so hard when I leave but now, he is happy and smiling when I pick him up. So I know the crying bit in the mornings are just his little way of saying,"Hey, I want you to be here with me" which is perfectly normal seeing that we have NEVER been apart like this.
Anyhow, with the morning runs, even when it is raining, I have managed to catch myself a cold. So this morning, I was thinking about not sending him but then this incident happened and I knew that it was going to be one of those "Let's Challenge Mummy's Patience Day" so opted to send him off albeit later than usual.
Our morning started as usual and I gave him a choice of cereal or eggs (half boiled). He was excited about the eggs as I always let him put it in the egg container and he hasn't had eggs for some time. After waiting for it to cook, I then proceeded to put soya sauce on it and then he said he did not want it. I tried to coax him and reason with him but he was adamant. So I ate the egg and was thinking of using the other egg for lunch or something. Then, he said he wanted the egg....and I told him that he had better eat the egg this time or else I would put him in timeout corner.
He ate one spoon and told me, "I go stand in the corner."
Grrrr......now I have the leftover egg and one hungry boy to deal with.
He did not even cry whilst standing in the corner and then requested for cereal!!!
Although it is weird to be home without him, I could definately get used to this. After nearly three years, I am happy for some time alone....
...to have a relaxing breakfast
...to read my papers on the actual day it arrives and not three days later
...to cook dinner at one go without having to say,"Wait a minute, Mummy is cooking" like 20 times
...to have a shower uninterrupted
...to play the piano and actually hear what I am playing amidst Josiah's banging
...and finally just to be able to poo like a normal person without rushing it or having someone try to sit on my lap or worse play with the flush
Life is good.
:)
For all those with young children, this moment is a moment to be celebrated and savoured. Josiah has been going to nursery for 3 mornings for three weeks now and this is the first time I have felt relaxed enough to come home. Before, I was always hanging around the nursery, you know, in case they had to ring me to get him....etc. I was also frequently leaving the nursery feeling upset because he is crying so hard when I leave but now, he is happy and smiling when I pick him up. So I know the crying bit in the mornings are just his little way of saying,"Hey, I want you to be here with me" which is perfectly normal seeing that we have NEVER been apart like this.
Anyhow, with the morning runs, even when it is raining, I have managed to catch myself a cold. So this morning, I was thinking about not sending him but then this incident happened and I knew that it was going to be one of those "Let's Challenge Mummy's Patience Day" so opted to send him off albeit later than usual.
Our morning started as usual and I gave him a choice of cereal or eggs (half boiled). He was excited about the eggs as I always let him put it in the egg container and he hasn't had eggs for some time. After waiting for it to cook, I then proceeded to put soya sauce on it and then he said he did not want it. I tried to coax him and reason with him but he was adamant. So I ate the egg and was thinking of using the other egg for lunch or something. Then, he said he wanted the egg....and I told him that he had better eat the egg this time or else I would put him in timeout corner.
He ate one spoon and told me, "I go stand in the corner."
Grrrr......now I have the leftover egg and one hungry boy to deal with.
He did not even cry whilst standing in the corner and then requested for cereal!!!
Although it is weird to be home without him, I could definately get used to this. After nearly three years, I am happy for some time alone....
...to have a relaxing breakfast
...to read my papers on the actual day it arrives and not three days later
...to cook dinner at one go without having to say,"Wait a minute, Mummy is cooking" like 20 times
...to have a shower uninterrupted
...to play the piano and actually hear what I am playing amidst Josiah's banging
...and finally just to be able to poo like a normal person without rushing it or having someone try to sit on my lap or worse play with the flush
Life is good.
:)
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