…that men never grow up. Katherine had a birthday party, in which the snow figured heavily. My husband, a lawyer, engaged in the futile endeavour of being an angel. Our friend, Adrian, with Sam. Both are about six years of age, give or take. My husband, demonstrating to young Katie how to throw oneself off…
Category: Household
Marital Exchange of the Day
Me: Why does no one wake you at four a.m. and make you read stories in foreign languages? John: Huh? What did she want? Me: Tim le chat. John: Did you read it to her? Me: Yuh. John: Where’re your glasses? Me: Night-table. Read it with my eyes shut. Gonna teach you tomorrow.
Contagion
Blogging must be one of the fastest-spreading computer viruses out there. My husband has started a blog. I’m not really sure what his theme is (if any), but he seems to delight in putting into words the meanderings of his fascinating mind. He’s a lawyer by day, father, husband and ninja swash-buckler by night. At…
Cheesecakes, moving house and incumbent chaos
So I’ve really gotten nothing work-wise done this weekend, which bothers me more than it should. Usually I get Saturday mornings Katherine and John-free to think and do scary things with chemicals, flames, fabric and glue (not simultaneously, usually). This weekend we rolled into at high-speed and never really recovered from. When this happens, I…
Katherine’s tummy’s beginning to rumble….
…and her favourite food is Gruffalo Crumble! Her obsession with The Gruffalo and The Gruffalo’s Child has elevated Doug to the status of “nice guy” in the language of Katherine. Thus far, only Larry (who gave her a Thomas the Tank Engine movie) and Uncle Tom (who earner his stripes in the same way) have…
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 