Thing Two arrived home from school on Friday with a special friend to stay the weekend, Tigger.  This is the third time he's stayed over at our house.  He gets given out to members of her class who have done well at school and he comes with his own overnight backpack with a bedtime story, pj's and a diary that I have to write in from his point of view.  Unfortunately Thing Two is 5 going on 40 so isn't easily charmed by a soft toy so the most fun he's had is a whirl in the washing machine as he was looking dreadfully grubby.  Occasionally she'll humour us grownups and pretend to be 5 and act accordingly.

Feeling brave I embarked on a half hour walk sans The Husband with all three kids after school.  The elder two were on their scooters and The Toddler as usual was on my back in the sling.  Surprisingly my anxiety levels didn't tip me over the edge.  Unfortunately we had to come home however as the sky threatened to leak on us.


The Toddler was somewhat unfortunate in his antics on Friday and ended up being the injured little soldier.  Seemingly unable to get off of the bed the usual safe and dare I say normal way he instead decided to participate in a decidedly trickier route which resulted with him cutting the inside of his lip.  Having not learned caution from that he later hurt his wee cheek whilst stacking and climbing on a multitude of toys, that toddler really is part monkey and part mountain goat.

The Husband barely escaped the doghouse when he received a phone call from somewhere he'd been that day informing him they'd found his wallet.  You know, his wallet that he hadn't even realised he'd lost.  the same wallet that happened to have an irreplaceable ninety pounds within it which is needed for a bill.  Gods only know why he took the money out with him in the first place yet by some cosmic magical alignment the money is still in the wallet and he shall be picking it up quick sharp on Monday. The Husband and money is about as disastrous as The Husband and electrical items.

The Toddler was lovingly playing with Thing Two's dolls yesterday and even went so far as to make them something to eat from his play kitchen and then tucked them in the pram saying 'shhhh night night' It was decidedly charming to witness, until five minutes later he squealed with wild abandonment and utter delight as he slung them one by one across the floor.  He's definitely related to Thing Two though she prefers to run them over.

Thing One made us immensely proud Friday after school.  Whilst playing outside with some newly acquired friends we happened to glance out the window to check all is well only to witness him riding a two wheel bike without stabilisers! My word! We bought him a bike last year yet due to weather he only had two attempts to ride it on a field with The Husband neither of which were remotely successful so what an unexpected surprise to see him learning on his own!

The Toddler is still tremendously obsessed with phone,s everything any anything is a phone, books, building bricks, pots, horses, dolls and of course not to forget actual phones.  Every time the house phone rings (which isn't often being the Misanthropic gits that we are) he dashes over towards it jubilantly shouting 'Nanna!" Nanna!' and picks up his own phone and commences to say 'hewwo, yes, yes, no, no, bye bye!'






and finally before I bore you utterly to tears another update on Thing Two's melon pot..

Of rain and plant watch

People often wonder how to babywear in the rain, granted you can buy expensive fandangled coats that many say are indispensable however,  simple brolly works for us (for a while... until he rejects it...then a lanolised wooly hat and hood are handy!)

I thought we'd earned some freedom today however, Thing Two wasn't so enamoured with the rain so we had to head home.  Her hood didn't suit so she begged for the umbrella, which didn't suit either....

Shame, I was hoping to sneakily buy another hair dye from the shops, not that I spent nearly three hours stripping and colouring my hair this morning, honest.

You know The Husband loves you when he buys you a shower cap that looks like it was made for a Tomliboo. 

In green news, Thing Two's pot of shoots had a short holiday with The grandparents who kindly re potted them to prolong the inevitable time when they will cark it.

If the rain ever desists, i may even get the pallet bed sorted out and some seeds planted, maybe.

Green Thumbs

I'm starting to have nightmares about these taking over the house. There's now a seventh shoot. Seventh! I certainly don't recall her planting seven seeds. Can plants have twins?!

.....I feel quite queasy. I Used to have a plant phobia as a child.  Where are they all coming from? What do they want from us?!

I need to lie down I think.... 

Is it just me or does the new shoot look remarkably like a mouth...

Green watch

Rain rain go away....I need to sort out the pallet bed and get planting! especially as The Postman delivered a rather charming and much appreciated package today from an exceedingly generous friend. little packets of seed with handwritten instructions and letter on the loveliest notepaper.

Lets just hope I don't manage to kill them.....

In other news, Thing Two's pot has given birth to yet another two seedlings.  That's six of the blighters now.  I haven't the foggiest idea what to do with them. The weather is dire, I have neither pots nor compost.  Am hoping The Inlaws may be kind enough to adopt them as they're somewhat more green fingered then me and I fear the seedlings will soon start to protest due to lack of room.  This wasn't supposed to happen.  they're weren't supposed to survive....

Love is...

...knocking on a random strangers door and asking if they'd mind you having the pallet in their garden then carrying it home in the rain just because your wife wants it.

Why on earth would I want a pallet? Well..... I've had a corner of the garden that has become a junk patch that originally was supposed to be my 'veggie patch'  However, I'm terminally lazy and the mere thought of having to actually dig it out and prepare it and then have to actually plant things was a tad overwhelming so the idea got waylaid and the patch is now a dumping ground for toys.

I then decided to just buy pots and bags, an easier option however funds aren't exactly in abundance and there's always something much more important to buy like...food.  Apparently feeding The Children is a must.

So, am I actually going anywhere with this?

With any luck the above pallet (and hopefully one or two others) will become one of these.  Nifty, neh?

I know the kids will be positively aglow at the idea of 'growing stuff'.  I am however a gardening virgin and about as green as a ripe banana......this could prove to be a rather interesting endeavour.  I'm naively hoping that I can just plant from seed and you know...leave them there to grow or whatever it is veggies do.  If I have to start faffing and transplanting etc I fear I may give up at the first hurdle.

In other green news, Thing Two's pot of surprises appears to be sprouting another two small shoots....oh Bollocks.  What on earth is one to do with melon seedlings in cold, grey, wet April?