Saturday, 20 August 2011

10 Things I learned From This Week...week 3..




1 Eddie Izzard rules, probably the funniest man on the planet.

2 I hardly brush the kids hair in the holidays...

3 I hardly brush my hair full stop.

4 People will continually astonish you in life, good or bad reasons.

5 In life, you have to do your UPMOST regardless.

6 Hippo milk is pink-how cute! (or poisonous?? Not sure)

7A chicken's flap to the face, hurts.

8 I am now almost completely capable of walking into a room/the fridge/outside, and REMEMBERING why I went there on less than 10 ‘repeat steps to find out wtf I am here’ trips.

9 That I am tiny next to German women

10 And miniscule next to German men…

Right I am off to the 'mini' farm with the kids in our town, it's a special weekend for kids, leaving Alex to fence off some space for the chickens-I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!! enough of roaming free, they're getting fenced in! And then some friends who we have not seen for 5 years are coming to see us, it's due to be hot, so we're off to the beach...
Have a great Saturday all!

Tamsyn x

Friday, 19 August 2011

Bit of BOB....what could be a better start to the day?



The mornings, especially before the school run, are usually not my most favourite time of the day...To counterbalance this hard time (!) We listen to reggae often, and LOUD (drowns out the noise of screaming kids)...Bob obviously gets played A LOT...So here, today, I present Bob Marley, and Natural Mystic....he RULES. End of.

Have a super dooper Friday...

Tamsyn x

Thursday, 18 August 2011

Stupid questions kids ask whilst watching something...

Dad and Monty fashioning the 'Death Star'...
All in all we have had a particularly mild Summer, rainy, grey and erring on the lethargic style. As a result, rather than playing gaily outside 24/7 till the kids fall over with tiredness, we have had many indoor activities on the go.  We have made (and eaten) some kind of biscuits almost every single day, thus today I thought I’d ask Monty if he wanted to make them on his tod, he looks delighted at this suggestion. He initially installs himself at the table and clicks his fingers going ‘er mum, the bowl?’ and ‘mum, the chocolate?’ till I stop him in his tracks and let him know that he is doing them by himself  therefore, get off your little bottom and get it all for yourself. That way, at least if I ever get eaten by a bear unexpectedly in the garden, and Alex befalls a similar fate, I know they will be at least capable of surviving on chocolate chip cookies till help arrives…I did offer a bit of help, but generally left him to it, I did not need to remind him of any of the ingredients, quantities nor how and when to mix each one in, clever boy! *proud mummy moment*. The cookies were delicious! He did such a good job bless him. So, if Alex and I do get eaten by bears, the kids can get by on their own homemade omlettes and cookies.





Mitzi, tonight at bed time, gives me kibses and butterfly kibses; when you flutter your eyelashes on the other persons' hand…she does this to my hand tonight and the stubby slightly prickly butterfly kibs I receive gets me wondering…Closer inspections reveal that Mitzi Moo has chopped off her own eyelashes, to the root. Normally, Mitzi, I refer to as ‘ostrich eyes’ not that necessary to spell out why, and so the eyelashes she has hacked off to stubs are quite …different.  I am somewhat shocked and go to tell her off as, on a Health and Safety level, she could have had her eye out…I relent, however before I even get ‘firm voice’ revved up, she’s devastated, I think the lesson is already learned. I tell Alex this evening what she has managed to do, and he asks me ‘You did tell her they grow back, didn’t you?’ but, no, I didn’t, I forgot, bad mothering that, forgetting to reassure your child their lashes would grow back. I shall do tomorrow.


Camping....in the garden, too glamorous, our own matresses and everything...

This evening we watched STAR WARS! Why does everyone insist on  SHOUTING the title, like at the TOP of their voices too, when it comes up on the screen? I try and join in, but am the sad geek in the corner who shouts it just a little bit after the others, and ends up out of sync, shouting it all on my own…Alex had beavered away with Monty all afternoon making the ‘Death Star’ out of cornflakes boxes and loo rolls, Monty is mad about Star Wars and so tonight, as he had baked us all the cookies, we had one after tea, and in front of STAR WARS! I was on answering the ‘stupid questions kids ask whilst watching something’ duty, playing farms with Esmie, who WILL not (and MY GOD we have tried/bribed/forced/scelotaped her to the sofa to get her to) watch television, and taking a seat in the hairdressers for Lola an Mitzi to do my hair. My god, it was painful. My poor brian (not editing this typo, we all have one!) and scalp, must have been wondering wtf was going on up there. Eyes streaming, head being yanked in every direction known to kiddie hairdressing land, hair ragged, hair pulled out in giant clumps and ‘oops sorry mummys' ensue. It’s a good lesson in self control though, anyone else doing that to me would get a slap! But I sit there, sporadically wincing in deep pain, replying to their ‘Am I doing it alright, mummy?’ requests with ‘ooooh yes, sweetheart *ooowww in the name of…Sweet Jesus someone make this stop* you’re doing it beautifully, thank you’…


Phwoooaaar, check put you Do, Kylie...I have one just like it...

I am sat here now, sore headed, probably bleeding out of most hair follicles on my head, and looking like a cheap version of the front cover of Kylie Miniogue’s ‘I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky’ record. But at least everyone had fun! That’s all that counts (kinda). Tomorrow Mitzi and Esmie have a friend each coming to play, 2 of my friend’s girls are coming to play from dawn till dusk. So I will let you know how the 5 girls and 1 boy turns out…





See you tomorrow, Tamsyn x

Tuesday, 16 August 2011

‘Brink-of-divorce’ discussion...


I have successfully managed to ‘de-flap’ my son’s hair, he looks a frightful lot better, I might say too, so b******s to the stupid wench hairdresser who went snip happy and created the ‘mud flap’ look on my boy.  Not that I am competitive, but I did a better job, and I am not professing to be a moody-ass hairdresser, no one flaps up my son's hair and gets away with it, so there we go.
The tent is UP!!! At last...
Esmie sets off to bed, she is in pyjamas and happy, looking at me with squeezy-squidge-eye going on, as she has decided she MUST go to bed in a sun hat too small for her chubby head…I know I shall be up there in a while trying to convince a groggy, half asleep p*ss*d off Esmie that to not wear the too small hat may be a positive step towards her being able to sleep free-eyed. Still, in all honesty, I was feeling, at 8.30 tonight when we got back in from the beach, and after camping in the garden last night, tired and unable to drag up the courage (coz nearly 3-year-olds take some courage in facing, let me tell you) to confront her about the potential nightmare for mummy and daddy if she insisted on wearing this sun-hat. So we’ll see how that goes.

Yesterday we had the fabulous idea of camping in the garden. Alex spent hours putting up the tent, and we were lucky this time, we had not even one ‘brink-of-divorce’ discussion. It took him hours, bless, but I was right, it did go the way round I said it did in the first place…As I hung out with the kids collecting sticks, Alex got to work on the camp fire. It was great fun, the fire went on for ages, we were round it till 2am. I have a bit of a fetish for driftwood. I cannot help myself but collect it. I hoard the stuff, I love it! Today, at 6.30 this morning when the ducks woke us up flying over the tent (note to self, MUST clip their wings, although not hugely looking forward to it, well, have you ever tried to catch a flying duck? Nope, and there’s a reason, coz short of taking off yourself, having actually succeeded in making the first ever working Flying Suit, you are not able to) they do their red arrows  bit and wake us all up. They make such a performance about it, quacking away, that noone goes back to sleep. Fabulous. I realised that we had manged to keep our fire going, as I had conceded and burned all my bloody drift wood!! I kept certain favourite pieces, strategically placed around the garden, but apart from that we threw the lot on! Oh well, I’ll have to get myself back down the beach to collect some more…
Here's one I made earlier...
Esmie is a right character, she is very inquisitive, totally scrumptious, fiercely independent and knows what she likes. She is also extraordinarily witty, she likes to make up jokes and try them out on people too…this afternoon we spent with friends on the beach, Esmie dresses herself carefully. I have now given up telling her her shoes on the wrong feet, she truly believes every one else has got it wrong, that right foot into left foot and left foot into right foot is the correct way. I challenge anyone to tell her otherwise. My friend comments on her lovely trousers, to which she looks them straight in the eye and replies sternly that ‘they are NOT trousers, they are leggings, silly’.  But at least she tells it like it is!!
The camp fire burning my driftwood, and the kids posing in their pyjamas....
Anyway, I am off now, Alex has lovingly burned cooked me dinner, and I am to it, then hit the sack! I am done, spent, knackered , and suffice to say there is no camping tonight, we have dragged all the mattresses back in and onto their indoor beds, and everyone is to sleep till 10am tomorrow, please! (yeah right).

So see you all tomorrow,

Tamsyn x *allows eyes to droop*

Sunday, 14 August 2011

Thought for the Day. Week 10...




I have had a very emotional and traumatic week. Without going into any specific detail, as sometimes in life you have to sit back and let others get on with their lives, people are going to believe whatever they are going to believe...despite. Sometimes, there is nothing you can do. Here are my words, my Thought For The Day is thus, today:


 "Every truth has two sides; it is as well to look at both, before we commit ourselves to either..."

Aesop.