Thursday, November 30, 2006

Someone loves me


paper ring
Originally uploaded by Crit Chicken.
About a week ago I received this paper ring decorated with flourescent pen. There was a proviso that I wear it to work, which I agreed to, and then forgot. Oh well.

Other developments - D'Arcy now has favourite websites 20 Questions, and of course, YouTube, where we watch classic Sesame Street vids.

On the downside, he is still doing the dreadful baby voice, as influenced by the terrible twins, and it makes me want to scream. The other bad thing is that his dad's girlfriend got him some terrible piece of crap from the Scottish restaurant which is shaped like an MP3 player, and plays the 'crazy frog' song endlessly, much to the distress of his mother and teacher. He has also now revealed his goal to go back to the place and get all the other 15 pieces of plastic crap in the set so that he can win a real MP3 player. Is this an urban legend?

Friday, November 24, 2006

fussy

"mum, can I tell you something?"
"yes..."
"it's that I don't like that kind of pasta"
"why not?"
"it gives me a headache"
"no it doesn't"
"yes it does"
"no, there's no way it could give you a headache"
"it does. it's giving me one right now. i just looked at it and got a headache"...

Later
"if you feed me that kind of pasta I'll throw it in the bin"
"no"
"how about you have that kind of pasta and I'll have different pasta that I like"

*sigh*

0640 hours

Poke.
"mum"
Poke.
"mum!"
"mmm?"
"can we hop up?"
"mm mm"
"Oh! I'm fucken hot and fucken hungry and fucken bored"


Later

"now I'm bloody freezing"

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Visitor


possum in the window
Originally uploaded by Crit Chicken.
On Tuesday morning we woke up to this. The window is hinged at the top, and swings outwards. It's been hot, so we've been leaving it open. The Beloved got a surprise when he went into the bathroom for a shower, and felt he was being watched, so he ran to get the camera. Later in the day he rang me at work and said "I know what sex our possum is" revealing that he'd seen a baby crawling around on the mother's back. She left that night, so D'Arcy didn't get to see it, but I'm kind of glad. They're such a pest, we've been cursing the one that already lives in/on our roof, and I'm sick of possum poo.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Feeling spewy


architect?
Originally uploaded by Crit Chicken.
Yesterday at lunch time I was at work, looking forward to the last hour in which I usually do random stuff rather than 'shop stuff'. My moblie phone rings and comes up as a local number I don't know. "Hello?" "Hello. Are you D'arcy's mum?" "Yes" "this is Polly, from D'Arcy's school. D'Arcy's just been sick, as they were about to go to swimming. Can you come and pick him up?" "Sure, I'm on my way"

He was a miserable boy. Fortunately he's an accomplished spewer, so had taken off all his clothes (to go to the pool) and then gone outside to throw up. Unlike his classmate earlier in the week who had announced his intentions and then let it all out on the carpet in the middle of the room. This particular bout has hit most of his class (there were only 13 kids there on Friday), and fortunately for us has mostly passed now, but I'm waiting my turn.

He's spent this morning watching Warner Brothers cartoons with The Beloved, while I got lost on YouTube, and he's spent this afternoon playing with the Cuisinaire rods he got for his birthday. Now playing 'Uno' with much cursing..."oh fuck" whispered D when the Beloved put down a 'reverse'.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Late breaking birthday photo


birthday
Originally uploaded by Crit Chicken.
I couldn't resist posting this, as I know some of you don't have the time/inclination to look at all the photos I post to Flickr. Grandpa Pete took this photo of someone in cognito.

I think the wig went to his dad's house, but I have the beard and moustache stuck on some plastic here. Perhaps he ought to be wearing it for Movember?

Friday, November 10, 2006

new look


new look
Originally uploaded by Crit Chicken.
So the lad has headed off to a small folk festival with his dad for the weekend. He chose this outfit himself. (no, really) His dad was none too thrilled to see the results. Oh well. So I'm off for an evening of grown-up entertainment (read alcohol and spicy food) with the Beloved and a friend. Not much going down since the party. D's normal teacher was away yesterday and today, and the whole class gave the relief teacher hell. D'Arcy was heavily involved in the silliness, prompting the teacher to ask me "are they always like this?" (i'd stayed to listen to the kids read). She seemed to think it was because I was there that D was buggering around, but in fact it was more that she was there. He does some stuff for my benefit, but not like that. I think they got sorted out today, but it really brought home to me how amazing his normal teacher is, and how responsive he is to her. Such a shame she's leaving at the end of the year...

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