Planes, Trains And Automobiles, Part One – Planes
byAs it’s late, and as I’ve a good bit more to share, I’m breaking the highlights of our weekend into three posts – appropriately named, Planes, Trains and Automobiles.
As it’s late, and as I’ve a good bit more to share, I’m breaking the highlights of our weekend into three posts – appropriately named, Planes, Trains and Automobiles.
We see steamed dumplings as a meal, albeit one we eat with our fingers: dipping a dumpling in the plum sauce, popping it in your mouth and then reaching for the next one. Unless someone is cooking Peking Duck somewhere in the kitchen, we don’t want anything else.
Every now and then we shut things down here at Devereaux Central – electronic technology wise. That means no phones, no telly, no radio, no handheld games and, hardest of all, no internet. It really sucks.
“I got nothing done today,” Tracey complained to me when I arrived home last Monday.
Monday’s are Tracey’s workhorse day for working on her photography business – a day for editing on Photoshop, ordering, meeting brides and doing book work. It’s also the one day a week she has no kids, with our lot either at school or day care.
Tracey’s idea of getting nothing done is a little different to mine. When I say it I mean I watched Youtube videos all day and struggled to make a sandwich for lunch: she just means she’s still got work to do.
“Well, do you think it’s time to put the kids into day care for a second day?” I asked.
Today presented me a great opportunity to talk to my kids about one of my favourite topics – the evolution of man – and give them a head start for when they teach it in class.
One of the things to listen for if you want to know if the toilet is free in this house is the tap-tap-tapping sound of the two parts of the toilet roll holder breaking lose and doing their little dance on the tiles. Well, not anymore…
With five girls, you might assume we would own a lot of Barbie dolls and accessories. You would be wrong. ‘A lot’ would definitely be understating it. I’ve been in toy stores with less extensive Barbie collections.
“She look like you, Mummy,” Miss3 said to Tracey, holding up one of her favourite Barbie dolls.
‘Like me?’ thought Tracey gleefully.
I like to edge my way towards consciousness in the morning, rather than be jolted awake by circumstances outside my slumber.
My least favourite way to be woken up on a weekend is being climbed over by one of the kids in an effort for them to hunker down between me and their mum.
This isn’t a soup I grew up with but rather one Grandma has added to her arsenal of killer recipes in recent years. My…
I was sitting at my laptop sipping coffee when Miss3 raced past clutching something unthinkable in her hands.
“I’ve just had a horrible thought,” I told the girls at work yesterday. “If my car was stolen and the police officers asked me what type of car it is, I’d just say red and then call Tracey for more details.”
“What are you doing home?” I asked Miss9 at lunchtime. “You haven’t hurt yourself, have you?” I looked at Tracey. “She hit herself in the head with the shot put, didn’t she?”
“I said Fabio Daddio,” said Tracey. “As in Fabio, the most beautiful man in the world.”
Master8 rolled his eyes as if to say that was the most unlikely thing he’s ever heard. I was wondering myself.
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“Huggles?” Miss3 asked me tonight from the doorway, arms wide apart in anticipation.
I was once again struck dumb by the fact I had a part, however brief, in creating something so cute.