Sunday, April 24, 2011

I no toddler, I bigger

And yes you are Babycakes since you're now three. Where the heck did the time go? How's this for a volume packed birthday:

Starting the day with Chocolate. Why not? I'm sharing my birthday with Easter Sunday.
More D-d-d-dora figurines.
Now I don't have to scream at my brothers just to get a turn on the Wii.
And I have my own game too!
I can haz scooter.
Off to the Fairy Park
The little slide was, well little. The huge slide was the best.
Time to stop for a break on the way home.
Chocolate break that is.
Then an impromptu sausage sizzle in the park for dinner.
 What a brilliant way to spend a birthday.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

The usual programming will return soon...

...I promise.

A big thank you to all the regular blog readers that have been asking where I am. I am still around, life just gets in the way of a good blogging session sometimes.

I will admit to have a heap of half blog posts sitting there waiting to be completed. I'm currently on holidays, so expect a backlog to come pouring though.

To any Fb friends that are annoyed by my notes clogging up their walls.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a woman

In a parody of life imitating art, I was reminded of this scene by the following conversation this morning:
Brian (whispering): Leave the light on, I'm going to have a shower (after I walked out of our ensuite this morning
Kylee: What?
Brian (still whispering but a bit louder): Leave the light on, I'm going to have a shower
Kylee: What? I still can't hear you. You'll have to talk louder.
Brian (yelling and his voice cracking): I SAID, LEAVE THE BLOODY LIGHT ON
Kylee: You don't have to yell. I'm sick. My ears are blocked, I can't hear shit
Brian: Yeah well I'm sick too and I have no voice.


Friday, April 8, 2011

Say what???

I love the fact that Imogen's creche is so Multicultural. Not only are there children of all different nationalities, but so too are the carers.
One of them is Yasmin. Yasmin is a lovely Indian woman who Imogen just adores. The only problem is that Imogen just can't say her name and considering that Yasmin has an accent herself it makes it all the more difficult - until today.
When I came in to pick her up tonight, Yasmin informed me that Imogen ever so sweetly asked her for help and in her gorgeous sing song voice said:

Can you please come and help me ASS MAN
Only my child, eh?