ChunkyMonkey

Devil child

Harvey was hideous today. He spent half of the afternoon hitting and/or pushing his friends.  This meant I had to use 'time out'. As a consequence he spent two lots of two minutes in his cot, screaming his head off, as a result of pushing Alex over.

I also spent the entire journey home from swimming (he went under Grandma!), the whole trip around Sainsbury's, and about half of the journey home arguing with him. The argument went like this.

The Scene: My car

Harvey: My car, Mummy

Me: Nope, it is my car, actually. I just let you ride in it.

Harvey: My car

Me: No, it is mine

Harvey: It's MY car

Me: No.....it is MINE!

Harvey: My car

Me: It is mine. I tax it. I insure it. The registration documents are in my name. IT is MINE!

Harvey: My car, mine.

This continued until my response of "it is my car, Harv" was met by silence. He was asleep. Praise be.

Here is a photo of this afternoon's shennaigans (spelling?). Harvey, Ben and Mabel. In bed.

Master chef

Ah hem. Whenever we have friends over for lunch or dinner, Davin normally cooks. With good reason. Jane and Jev were over on Sunday, and I thought I would give Davin a break and do the cullinaries. I decided to cook roast beef plus all trimmings, and double chocolate raspberry tart.  The ingredients I forgot to buy were: raspberries and chocolate, and Aunt Bessies Yorkshire puddings. I went back to Sainsbury's for a second time, and this time only forgot raspberries, and Aunt Bessies yorkshire puddings. So, desert was double chocolate tart (it didn't set), and I had to make the Yorshire puddings from scratch.  I'd like you to meet them.

I had to run accross the kitchen and toss the cremated remains outside before they burned the house down. Lunch was a great success.

Oh, also I know I promised pictures of Harvey at the fun fair - but I forgot the camera. However, Jo saves the day again. Needless to say, Harvey and his friends had lots of fun, and our boy went on 7 rides. He seems to have no fear.  I went on the 'Cups' with Harv and Sophie and almost said 'hello' to my lunch. They were fine and proceeded to eat chips, chocolate and strawberry bottle-shaped sweeties.

This made me cry with laughter.

Cop out

I know the lack of blog writing must seem terribly lazy, but there is loads going on here at the moment. I am thinking about writing a book with 'Sing and Sign', so the time I should be blogging is spent doing that.  I say 'thinking about' because the publishers want 50,000 words on baby signing by the end of September.  Hmmm.  Hmmmmm.  We will have to see about that. 

Re: posting - Luckily I have the lovey Jo, and she will keep you up to date re: Harvey and the gang.

Suffice it to say, the children do indeed love our new house, especially that fantastic climbing frame that was installed by Daddy and Papi over the last bank holiday weekend. No casulaties as yet, but we learnt last Friday that sliding down the slide in just a nappy is not a cunning plan.  Harvey went like a rocket, bounced off and over the 'safety' rugs at the bottom, and landed with a splat on his nose.  Not a happy bunny.

Yesterday Davin and I took Harvey to the fairground for the first time.  I am a lilly-livered wuss when it comes to fairground rides.  They make me hurl. Davin, on the other hand, loves them.  Seems that Harv does too, so we now plan on returning on Saturday. Hopefully with reinforcements in the form of Alex. I will make sure the camera battery is charged and promise to take photos.

The other reason the posting has been a bit thin on the ground since getting back online is this.  Kiefer Sutherland. Yup. Am now completely addicted to '24'. We didn't watch any of it when it was on the TV, but Rebecca and David have lent us Seasons 1 and 2. Our evenings are now spent glued to the telly with gasps of "NO!" and "ARGH!".  I have learned the golden rule.  Never, ever talk about '24' unless the person with whom you are holding the conversation is up to the same episode as you.  Rebecca told me, after I had watched about 2 episodes of Season 1, that the President's wife was 'evil'. "Evil?" I exclaimed "Why? WHY? is she 'evil'".  Of course, now I know. Eeeeevillllllllll.

We are back!

Yay! After almost 3 weeks, we are back in the land of the Internet demon.  Much to tell you. No time to do it at present. Many life developments. Some potentially life changing, some just funny. The funny one I am thinking of involves me vomiting out of Davin's car window on the way out of London. The cause: a very heavy Christening party with a free bar, and the fact that I am weak when it comes to mixing drinks. Also, being 35 years of age doesn't help. Bad Tequilla. Bad.