I love our bread machine. Less than a minute’s worth of work and we can have fresh whole wheat or multigrain bread for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch and a house that smells like someone slaved to bake. Typically we have set the machine up in the evening, timing it so that the bread would finish…
Category: KatherineTH
Proof positive…
…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…
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.
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…
Sleep surfing
John and I have a saying, “Friends don’t let friends drog blunk.” I’m currently neither drunk nor blunk, although either sounds better than insomniac right about now. So I’ve tried the usual remedies (friendly, familiar book, hot bath, etc.) and am no sleepier than I was two hours ago, although I am decidedly more tired….
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 