“I think she needs a nappy changed,” Tracey told me on Sunday morning as Miss2 waddled by with a nappy so full it was bobbing along between her knees like a bee’s stinger. It was full in the same way the Titanic has taken on a little water.
I love nothing more than finding a reason to run down to the local hardware where I can check out the tape measures. These are the only ‘tools’ Tracey lets me play with these days. I have five.
“I DON’T WANT TO GET MARRIED! I DON’T WANT TO GET MARRIED!” Miss4 screamed at her brother. Wait until you find out why…
“I want a story,” Miss4 demanded when I was tucking her into bed.
There were none to hand because the books were at the other end of the house in the dining room.
“Let’s make a story up,” I suggested.
Oh, shit. There’s two of them.
As any parent will attest, there’s genuine power in a kiss. Healing power, that is. A kiss from a parent can cure almost all boo-boos. Almost…
I loved our day at Australia Zoo. Well, most of it. There was this one thing which happened which scared the absolute bejesus out of me.
The scariest bit happened at lunch. Often the price of lunch at a theme park is the terrifying.
But that wasn’t it.
“Tough titties,” Tracey called over her shoulder to the kids in the back. “I love titties,” said Master8. The whole conversation kind of went downhill from there.
“I heard I made your blog thingame,” Dad told me. Word travels fast – I only put it up eight hours earlier, before going to bed. “Give us a look then.”
I admit I was a little nervous. Aside from Tracey, I’m not used to watching the person I’ve written about, and let’s be honest, often in less than flattering terms, read my posts.
Best thing about getting together with family are all the stories which come out to amuse us. Seriously, they could write a movie about the things which have happened to our family. In fact, some say they already have.
One of the things I love about working in the bank are all the stories customers tell me…
Miss2 was patting her big sister today. Or so she was insisting as she followed Miss5 around saying, “Pat! Pat! Pat!” every time she whacked her with a bat.