Trapped!!!

Last Friday I had a half yearly parent/teacher interview regarding Bonnie. While I was waiting for the teacher, Clyde managed to get his head stuck in the stair railing.

Well, there was pulling, pushing, ear folding and even the suggestion that the fire brigade be called before I realised there was enough “play” in the bars to actually pull them apart slightly to get his head out.

What amazed me was how calm he was during this whole experience. He didn’t get upset or cry… but when his jumper gets stuck during removal, you should see the hissy fit he throws.

You're wrong Mummy!

Napoleon told Clyde to “sit down and finish your drink”.

Upon finishing his drink, Clyde held up his empty vessel and said “Daddy, I drinked it all up”.

“I drank it” I corrected. His response was “No, Mummy, you didn’t drinked it, I drinked it”

Scoobies Anonymous

Hi, my name is Shelley and I’m a scoobie-holic. It’s been 12 hours since my last knot.

Have you seen these things? Bonnie asked me to buy some for her on Friday and as she’d been a good girl and they were only a few bucks, I bought them. The poor kid hasn’t been able to get near them. They are like a thin plastic straw that you tie knots in and make things. I’m very good at making rope at the moment.

Like any good 12 step programme, there’s, well, 12 steps…

1. We admitted we were powerless over scoobie-ing - that our strings had become unmanageable.

2. Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could create better scoobie designs.

3. Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of this Power of our own understanding.

4. Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves and the internet for more scoobie patterns.

5. Admitted to ourselves and to another human being the exact nature of our key rings.

6. Were entirely ready to have these key rings of character redesigned.

7. Humbly asked God (of our understanding) to remove the calluses from our fingers.

8. Made a list of all persons we had harmed and became willing to make scoobies for them all.

9. Make direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure our fingers.

10. Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong, promptly unpicked it.

11. Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God as we understood Him, praying only for knowledge of His will for our designs and the power to carry that out.

12. Having made an effort to practice these principles in all our affairs, we tried to carry this message to other scoobie-holics

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
Courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference.
Amen.

May I be of service… again?

With the weather getting colder, it’s getting increasingly difficult to get the kids out of bed every morning.

This morning, while Clyde was refusing to get out of bed, I asked him what he wanted for breakfast. “Peanut butter on toast.” So, out to the kitchen to make said toast. Once made, I called out to Clyde to come and get his breakfast. About 30 seconds with no sign of movement, I went into his room and said “C’mon, come out and eat your breakfast” to which he responded… “bring it to me in bed”.

Hey kid… it’s my birthday… why don’t you make me breakfast in bed?

May I be of service?

Last night the kids were in bed and Napoleon and I were relaxing in front of the TV when Clyde called out…

“Muuummy” (5 second pause)
“Muuuuummmmy” (3 second pause)
“Muuuuuuuummmmmmy”

Napoleon said “he’s playing your song…”

Damn!!!! I went to see what the problem was. As soon as I got to his doorway he said… “I want my Daddy!”.