I woke up this morning, looked around at how much I had to do, and wanted to cry (I've alot of cooking and cleaning to do for Easter tomorrow.). The girls were already moaning about being bored (at 8am! I'm barely awake at that time, they have the energy to be bored?!) and I envisioned a day ahead of cleaning/kids making mess/cleaning/kids making mess/me telling kids to clean some of their mess/kids cramming toys under their bed. Then my friend (Also know as Sweet Wonderful Angel sent from the Heavens) called me and asked would the girls like to go out for the day! Yeah! By 11AM, two-thirds of my children were out for the day. It's half past one, and I already have so much done! Woohoo! Oscar (my son) is being a good boy, too. He's currently sitting on the floor dismantling an aeroplane (not a real one. A toy he got for Christmas. I think he watched his dad put it together on Christmas morning and has decided it'd be fun to undo all that hard work. Oh well, it's keeping him occupied).
Right, I'm off be productive some more!
Laters,
Crazy Mother
Saturday, 3 April 2010
Friday, 2 April 2010
They're out in force!
Oh my. A spider the size of a small dog is hiding behind the sink pedestal n my bathroom. I hope I don't need to pee until Husband gets home from work. That's 4 hours away, and I just drank a huge mug of tea. Oh dear.
On the bright side, it may eat any moths/crane flies that manage to get in.
Crazy Mother
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On the bright side, it may eat any moths/crane flies that manage to get in.
Crazy Mother
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Mmmmm, pie.
Hi!
I didn't update my blog for months, and now I'm on a roll. This is so typical of me, though. I'm quiet for a while, then I start talking, and don't stop, and talk really really fast because I have so much stuff to cram into one sentence.
So, I baked a pie! And it was the most delicious pie since the dawn of time. It was beef, brown ale, shallots, and a concoction of other herbs and things. Mmm, it was sooo good. I know it'll be one of those recipes that everyone RAVES over, and it's so good I make it about 3 times a week for a month, then everyone will be sick of it and never want to look at another pie again. Still though, I love it when you make something that's just so delicious you have to call people and offer them the recipe. It's too good to not share. I'm thinking about starting a cooking blog, actually. I enjoy cooking alot, and it's one of the few things I'm good at (or so I'm told). And when I find or create a recipe that's great, I have somewhere I can share it, and maybe even get feedback. Hurrah! Yeah, I may start a cookery blog, when I get the time. I'll post my pie recipe on it. There are delicious pie leftovers in the fridge, however, today is Good Friday, which means no meat, so I can't eat it for lunch. Booo!
So, re my earlier Spring post. Yup, spring has most definitely sprung. How do I know, you ask? Because MOTHS ARE BACK!! I went to bed last night, switched on the bedroom light, and saw one of the winged beasts of doom flying agains my window, attempting to break into my room. I actually felt sick. Gone is the safe, insect-free cocoon of winter (reason #179 why I prefer winter over any other season). I hate most insects. I don't mind butterflys, ladybirds and caterpillars (I wouldn't want one on me, though) but moths are one of my most hated and most feared. Moths, crane flys (or Daddy Long Legs') and spiders. Crane flys are just Flying Spiders, so they're the worst out of the bunch, I think. At least you can run from a spider (then sleep on the couch for 4 nights because it escaped in your room and your dad couldn't find it to kill it. Umm...no, of course I didn't do that! What kind of a wimp do you think I am?). But crane flys? No, there's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. They'll find you. And they'll fly at you. Usually towards your hair. Urgh, I'm shuddering at the very thought. They are, single handedly, the reason why I almost boil to death every night in the summer; I never sleep with a window open, for fear that I'll wake up in a room full of crane flys (at least moths leave you alone if it's dark. Crane flys aren't fussy). I need to buy a net for the window, I think.
Tickling babies. Cruel, or funny? What if you tickle them till they pee themselves (which I suspect he does, given the amount he laughs. He wears a nappy though, so who knows?) What if they seem to enjoy it?
I just absolutely cannot resist tickling Baby. He laughs this funny little laugh, different to his usual laugh. Like a chuckle. He has the most ticklish shoulders EVAH. I creep up behind him and tickle them, and he rolls around on the floor chuckling until he can hardly breathe. When I walk away, he follows me, with a little nervous smile on his face, and his ticklish shoulders hunched up, waiting for me to do it again. The collapses into fits of laughter when I do. It's irresistable. I know how much I loathe being tickled, so I think 'Why are you acting like you want me to do it again? You can't possibly enjoy this.' But, he really does seem to. Weird baby. Adorable, but weird. And scruffy at the moment. He really needs a hair cut. I was planning on taking him today, but didn't realise the barbers was shut (Good Friday), and may be too busy to take him tomorrow. Ah well. We'll tell people hes going for the 'hobo chic' look.
Until next time,
Crazy Mother
x
I didn't update my blog for months, and now I'm on a roll. This is so typical of me, though. I'm quiet for a while, then I start talking, and don't stop, and talk really really fast because I have so much stuff to cram into one sentence.
So, I baked a pie! And it was the most delicious pie since the dawn of time. It was beef, brown ale, shallots, and a concoction of other herbs and things. Mmm, it was sooo good. I know it'll be one of those recipes that everyone RAVES over, and it's so good I make it about 3 times a week for a month, then everyone will be sick of it and never want to look at another pie again. Still though, I love it when you make something that's just so delicious you have to call people and offer them the recipe. It's too good to not share. I'm thinking about starting a cooking blog, actually. I enjoy cooking alot, and it's one of the few things I'm good at (or so I'm told). And when I find or create a recipe that's great, I have somewhere I can share it, and maybe even get feedback. Hurrah! Yeah, I may start a cookery blog, when I get the time. I'll post my pie recipe on it. There are delicious pie leftovers in the fridge, however, today is Good Friday, which means no meat, so I can't eat it for lunch. Booo!
So, re my earlier Spring post. Yup, spring has most definitely sprung. How do I know, you ask? Because MOTHS ARE BACK!! I went to bed last night, switched on the bedroom light, and saw one of the winged beasts of doom flying agains my window, attempting to break into my room. I actually felt sick. Gone is the safe, insect-free cocoon of winter (reason #179 why I prefer winter over any other season). I hate most insects. I don't mind butterflys, ladybirds and caterpillars (I wouldn't want one on me, though) but moths are one of my most hated and most feared. Moths, crane flys (or Daddy Long Legs') and spiders. Crane flys are just Flying Spiders, so they're the worst out of the bunch, I think. At least you can run from a spider (then sleep on the couch for 4 nights because it escaped in your room and your dad couldn't find it to kill it. Umm...no, of course I didn't do that! What kind of a wimp do you think I am?). But crane flys? No, there's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. They'll find you. And they'll fly at you. Usually towards your hair. Urgh, I'm shuddering at the very thought. They are, single handedly, the reason why I almost boil to death every night in the summer; I never sleep with a window open, for fear that I'll wake up in a room full of crane flys (at least moths leave you alone if it's dark. Crane flys aren't fussy). I need to buy a net for the window, I think.
Tickling babies. Cruel, or funny? What if you tickle them till they pee themselves (which I suspect he does, given the amount he laughs. He wears a nappy though, so who knows?) What if they seem to enjoy it?
I just absolutely cannot resist tickling Baby. He laughs this funny little laugh, different to his usual laugh. Like a chuckle. He has the most ticklish shoulders EVAH. I creep up behind him and tickle them, and he rolls around on the floor chuckling until he can hardly breathe. When I walk away, he follows me, with a little nervous smile on his face, and his ticklish shoulders hunched up, waiting for me to do it again. The collapses into fits of laughter when I do. It's irresistable. I know how much I loathe being tickled, so I think 'Why are you acting like you want me to do it again? You can't possibly enjoy this.' But, he really does seem to. Weird baby. Adorable, but weird. And scruffy at the moment. He really needs a hair cut. I was planning on taking him today, but didn't realise the barbers was shut (Good Friday), and may be too busy to take him tomorrow. Ah well. We'll tell people hes going for the 'hobo chic' look.
Until next time,
Crazy Mother
x
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