1. Notice that my roots have used subterfuge to overtake my otherwise perfect (ofcourse!) head of hair.
2. Quick glance at social diary reveals no gaps to allow visit by the hairdresser.
3. Make mistake of taking the boy with you to a chemist.
4. Hurriedly try to choose hair colour whilst boy rearranges the womens toiletries aisle.
5. Put hair colour down, run over to boy who has tasked now himself with single-handedly destroying the electric toothbrush section .
6. Retrieve box of hair colour.
7. Pay for hair colour and try to prize the boys hands off the chocolate which is very helpfully located at the till.
8. Get home. Notice that the hair colour is not boring brown as I originally selected, but awful auburn.
9. Consider testing the colour on the boy as he sleeps.
10. Decide that 2009 is the year of living dangerously, so, slap on the colour.
11. Emerge from bathroom with moronic maroon hair, muttering obscenities whilst searching for hairdressers number.
Tuesday, 27 January 2009
The Boys Birthday
Preparations start early in our house, we have to remind the boy that it will be his bday in x number of days. He then spends the next few days repeating it will be his bday. He repeats it just as he has done something naughty, like a get out of jail card. Invariably I don’t want to be harsh so I let him off in return for futile promises of good behaviour from him.
Having decided that I should make him a cake in the shape of steam train, I mentally prepare to make a trial cake. Trial cake goes by the wayside as both kids keep me from the kitchen in the evenings due to coughing fits, teething pain, tangles in blankets prompting screaming fits....
The night before the party at 9pm, after a particularly raucous day with the kids, is definitely not the best time to bake a cake. Had to make two square cakes in order to be able to make the engine.
Dark Angel definitely had a hand in tribulations which I encountered when making the cakes. Firstly, the eggs did not crack properly forcing me to fish out egg shells from about a kilo of swamp like cake mixture.
Secondly the oven decided to make ominous rattling noises when I placed the first cake in. The solution to that was simple, I turned the music up louder and waited for the cake smell to waft out of the oven.
Had I forseen that I would be desperately pleading with the ½ kilo of chocolate icing to finally set at 11:30, I would have poured a large gin and tonic at the outset and ordered a cake from a well known suuuupermarket.
As it was, the icing set at midnight, I threw on some smarties, and sloped off to bed.
It was all worth it in the end when the boy, surrounded by his friends, found that the quickest way to enjoy the cake was to be face down in it. Job well done.
Now we just have to tell the boy that it not his birthday anymore and that he has to wait a very long time for presents and cake to be in the same room as him.
Having decided that I should make him a cake in the shape of steam train, I mentally prepare to make a trial cake. Trial cake goes by the wayside as both kids keep me from the kitchen in the evenings due to coughing fits, teething pain, tangles in blankets prompting screaming fits....
The night before the party at 9pm, after a particularly raucous day with the kids, is definitely not the best time to bake a cake. Had to make two square cakes in order to be able to make the engine.
Dark Angel definitely had a hand in tribulations which I encountered when making the cakes. Firstly, the eggs did not crack properly forcing me to fish out egg shells from about a kilo of swamp like cake mixture.
Secondly the oven decided to make ominous rattling noises when I placed the first cake in. The solution to that was simple, I turned the music up louder and waited for the cake smell to waft out of the oven.
Had I forseen that I would be desperately pleading with the ½ kilo of chocolate icing to finally set at 11:30, I would have poured a large gin and tonic at the outset and ordered a cake from a well known suuuupermarket.
As it was, the icing set at midnight, I threw on some smarties, and sloped off to bed.
It was all worth it in the end when the boy, surrounded by his friends, found that the quickest way to enjoy the cake was to be face down in it. Job well done.
Now we just have to tell the boy that it not his birthday anymore and that he has to wait a very long time for presents and cake to be in the same room as him.
Tuesday, 2 December 2008
Cake Fever
It turns out I have over ordered cake for my grannies bday. Shame. At least it gives me a plan for what I am going to do on Sunday night. Eat cake. Lots of it.
Calling all train track planners and drivers
Took MLP for her appointment at the Docs re her walking. Turns out we need to give her time. In twenty years of practice my gp has never seen a kid who does not walk sooner or later. One physiological checkup and an hour later we get home. Hubby and my car are missing. Hoooray I thought, he is getting his haircut after much nagging. I am feeding the kids lunch when I hear hubby in the hallway lugging something up the stairs.
Check what he is doing, he can barely contain his glee and is muttering things about "bargin" "Train" and "whoo hoo" under his breath. After seeking assurances he is not drunk, I return to the kids none the wiser.
Many hours later, once the kids are in bed and we can talk semi sanely, I find out the following. He had purchased some 30 bits of track, 12 engines and 10 troublesome trucks from an old man and lady who were selling it online. He paid £35 and it was actually a bargin.
That evening, we did a quick stocktake of the booty, there are 12 battery operated assorted engines, lots of bridges and a tunnel and railway station. The boy did good.
We are planning to lay it for the kids to discover on Christmas day. If anyone would like to come over and enjoy this wonderful present with us over Crimbo, please feel free to do so. All welcome.
Check what he is doing, he can barely contain his glee and is muttering things about "bargin" "Train" and "whoo hoo" under his breath. After seeking assurances he is not drunk, I return to the kids none the wiser.
Many hours later, once the kids are in bed and we can talk semi sanely, I find out the following. He had purchased some 30 bits of track, 12 engines and 10 troublesome trucks from an old man and lady who were selling it online. He paid £35 and it was actually a bargin.
That evening, we did a quick stocktake of the booty, there are 12 battery operated assorted engines, lots of bridges and a tunnel and railway station. The boy did good.
We are planning to lay it for the kids to discover on Christmas day. If anyone would like to come over and enjoy this wonderful present with us over Crimbo, please feel free to do so. All welcome.
Indoor Fireworks
Well, its time to board a plane tomorrow with two kids and celebrate my grannies 80th. Sorry 78th bday.
As usual I have packed like a madwoman and still have more bags than I can feasibly carry. The kids are going to celebrate the arrival or either Mikulas (father Christmas) or Krampus (the devil) on the 5th December. They will be made to polish their shoes and put them in the window sill. In reality this will entail me polishing them and hoping that the cats dont eat them whilst they are on the windowsill. I will then be a personal proxy to Mikulas and deposit copious amounts of chocolate, a Barbie doll (not my idea!) and an engine called Emily into each of their respective shoes.
I will then feign surprise in the morning when they find their presents. I am hoping that the boy will want the train engine and not the barbie doll.
As usual I have packed like a madwoman and still have more bags than I can feasibly carry. The kids are going to celebrate the arrival or either Mikulas (father Christmas) or Krampus (the devil) on the 5th December. They will be made to polish their shoes and put them in the window sill. In reality this will entail me polishing them and hoping that the cats dont eat them whilst they are on the windowsill. I will then be a personal proxy to Mikulas and deposit copious amounts of chocolate, a Barbie doll (not my idea!) and an engine called Emily into each of their respective shoes.
I will then feign surprise in the morning when they find their presents. I am hoping that the boy will want the train engine and not the barbie doll.
What I would like for Crimbo
Hmm, thanks Eva. had not actually thought of Christmas for myself. I would really like the following:
I would love it if David Tenant turned up on my doorstep and took me to a planetarium. Heaven redefined!
I would love to stop worrying about the kids. I would dearly love to stop worrying about worrying.
I would love to have more hours in the day (this wish is a reentry from last year).
I dont want anything other than an end to the miserable financial mess this planet is in and for everyone to learn for their mistakes. I would also like to see some justice for Baby P.
On a happier note, I would just love it if all the socks paired up from time to time.
I would love it if David Tenant turned up on my doorstep and took me to a planetarium. Heaven redefined!
I would love to stop worrying about the kids. I would dearly love to stop worrying about worrying.
I would love to have more hours in the day (this wish is a reentry from last year).
I dont want anything other than an end to the miserable financial mess this planet is in and for everyone to learn for their mistakes. I would also like to see some justice for Baby P.
On a happier note, I would just love it if all the socks paired up from time to time.
Paper Presentation
It crossed my mind the other day that hubby and I suffer from paper related snobbery. For instance, he does not like restuarants that serve paper napkins. Whenever we happen to come across somewhere we want to have lunch / dinner, cue imaginary sharp intake of breath when he notices the paper napkins. There then follows a silent interlude whilst he contemplates whether we will eat there. Since having kids this interlude has become nanoseconds as the boy just runs up to the nearest table and occpies it. We both agree that laminated menus are a big no no.
Hands up, I too suffer from such snobbery. I enjoyed my excellent copy of the Anansi boys all the more for it being hardback and having a satin (yikes!) blue book mark. My paper needs are indulgent.
Hubby does not like my grans toilet as she buys the cheapest toilet paper known to man (seriously, its called Crepto). Its one grade lower than the wax paper (postage stamp size) you used to get at school.
I dont like electronic plane tickets, its just not the same having to print your own airline ticket off. I want my carbon copy which smells nice.
There is obviously the snobbery with the broadsheets, which is something I really miss on a sunday. Since having kids, it is nigh on impossible to sit still and actually read a paper.
Hands up, I too suffer from such snobbery. I enjoyed my excellent copy of the Anansi boys all the more for it being hardback and having a satin (yikes!) blue book mark. My paper needs are indulgent.
Hubby does not like my grans toilet as she buys the cheapest toilet paper known to man (seriously, its called Crepto). Its one grade lower than the wax paper (postage stamp size) you used to get at school.
I dont like electronic plane tickets, its just not the same having to print your own airline ticket off. I want my carbon copy which smells nice.
There is obviously the snobbery with the broadsheets, which is something I really miss on a sunday. Since having kids, it is nigh on impossible to sit still and actually read a paper.
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