Friday, April 24, 2009

Guessing Game

What could Philip be doing behind the sofa?

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Does this answer your question? No?

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I guess this makes it clear:

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And an awake one!


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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Three Year Old Worries

The following conversation happened today:

Matilda: Mummy, I'm sad.
Me: Why are you sad baby?
Matilda: Because when I grow up I won't be able to see you anymore.
Me: ...!!! Why do you think you won't be able to see me anymore?
Matilda: Because I'll be a mummy and have my own babies, and I won't be able to see you anymore.
Me: (light bulb moment)Do you think you won't be able to see me anymore because I don't see my own mummy?
Matilda: Yes, you are a mummy, and you don't see Yaya, she is in Greece.
Me: But that's because Yaya is in Greece and we are in England. There are lots of other mummies that live close to their own mummies and see them every day. Nanny is Aunty Cathy's mummy, and Aunty Cathy lives next door to Nanny and sees her every day (slight exaggeration because I was trying to make my point clear to her.) If you want to, you can live really close to mummy and daddy when you have your own babies, and see us all the time.
Matilda: Ok then. And I'll marry Oscar and have my own babies.

She is getting old too fast :( And I never thought she'd be worrying about such a thing!

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Sunday, April 12, 2009

Fishy Tails

Remember my (err... I mean Matilda's) beautiful fishtank?

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Well, the fish have been slowly returning to their maker; apparently they were getting something called nitrite poisoning. A tank normally has bacteria colonies living in the gravel and filter that neutralise all the...erm... fish excrement. I found out, too late, that when you have a new tank and dump a lot of fish in it, and the bacteria aren't all there yet to help keep the water clean, all the fishy poo turns into massive amounts of amonia. The amonia then turns into nitrate and nitrite, and (even though by that point the bacteria had been established,) that takes ages to clear up. Aaaaaaaaages and aaaaaaaaages. Meanwhile, the fish get blood poisoning and die. :/ Which they did, in the fishy equivalent of the black death.

I didn't know! I've only ever kept goldfish, the piscine equivalent of little pigs! (To be fair, the people at the fish shop told me it's better to let the tank sit for a couple of weeks to get "established," but as we all know, (or is it just me?)doing what you're told without knowing why is for sissies. Well, I found out why, and we now are left with two solitary tiger barbs... And really good quality water apparently.

So now it's time to re-colonise the tank. Matilda is eagerly awaiting the return of Rosie, Posie and Christopher from "the vet" (shhhh! They're the only ones she noticed missing!)
This is my projected fish tank population: I am allowed 12 barb-sized fish for the size tank I've got. So I'm planning to have:

4 x tiger barbs
1 x albino tiger barb
2 x green tiger barbs (all of these will form a group. At this point I have 3 tiger barbs and one albino.)
3 x tic tac toe barbs (Rosie, Posie and Christopher)
1 x Polka Dot Pleco (got that today! But I couldn't find a good photograph of it.)
1 x algae eating cat fish thingy.

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What do you think? :)

Friday, April 10, 2009

One, two, three... Three Screech

Philip's speech has been coming on lately... Which, let me tell you, makes it a LOT easier to like him. (Philip has one hell of a temper... so if once in a while he tells me what he is screeching about, it can greatly improve things.)
It has been a big struggle to avoid comparing what Philip says to what Matilda was saying at his age... But these past couple of weeks, his sentences have been more frequent.
Morning. Philip has just woken up.
Philip: See Tata! (That's what he calls Matilda.)
Me: Matilda is sleeping.
Philip. Go 'stairs! Knock on door!
Me: No, we have to wait for her to wake up first.
Philip: Wait a minute.

THAT, folks, is communication!

Me: *pretending to growl at Matilda*
Philip: Like a dinosaur!

He has also managed to learn some rote-counting. The highest he'll go up to is 12. (No coincidence, that's the number of steps on our stairs.)It is so funny to observe these things. Matilda was light-years ahead of Philip in her language and expressive skills, but THIS, they are both doing at the same age.
Have a look (watch all the way for some extra Philip cutess points.)


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It's been really nice to see Philip's communication skills evolving, actually, because the kid sure can annoy me! Sorry if it sounds bad, but it's true. With Matilda we never went through the terrible 2's and tantrums. Well, if I ever thought of feeling smug about my parenting skills, Philip was quick to stop me on my tracks. The boy can SCREAM! If you cross him, beware! His bones turn into plasticine, his face goes red, and the screaming begins. This happens at least twice a day these days. (Hint: His most frequent trigger is when we dare expose him to the indignity of having his clothes changed. See why I said at least twice a day?) I really REALLY can't wait until he learns how to put on his own clothes.

Pillar of Society... But behind closed doors, his true nature emerges...

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Apropos of the policeman photo, if I ever decide to rob a bank, I'll make sure I have Philip as a witness... I can't wait to see the suspect portrait they whip up: (Notice, I didn't ask him to count my chins. I don't think I could take it if he said "three.")


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Philip is a skinny little critter. Lately, as his baby fat has been turning into toddler muscle, he's been having trouble keeping his trousers on (oh dear! Let that not be a sign of things to come!) Quite often I will be walking down the street holding Philip's hand, and I'll notice someone pointing and chuckling*. Turn around, and here is Philip, like Lord Muck, happily walking along with his trousers around his ancles. (If you think I'm exagerating for commic effect, think again... It's happened more than 5 times, in different clothes.)

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Conversation with Matilda today, while walking down the street.
Matilda: (after skirting around a passer-by.) I was nice! I said it nicely, mummy! I was a polite little girl!
Me: (distracted) What did you say nicely dear?
Matilda: "Out of the way!"
Me: *gasp* What did you say?
Matilda: I said "excuse me" instead.
Me: *phew*

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*I have stoped being surprised at people pointing and chuckling since I've had kids. You would have too.

Friday, April 03, 2009

By Popular Demand

It has been brought to my attention that I don't post enough photographs of the kids lately. Hey, don't blame me! Blame the two little helions that won't sit still for a minute. but since you asked, I've tried extra hard to take some photos of them.
Now, when you look at these photographs, know that I love you and that's why I've spent the past three days trying to get them to a state suitable for Blogger.

1.First I had to resize and save them. That's because Blogger helpfully crops any photograph I post that is slightly bigger than the right size, without centering it first. Lots of half Matilda faces if you go back a few months.
2.Then I found out that some setting in the programme I used was ticket by accident, and all of my photos saved in black and white. So I went back and did it again.
3.THEN, I uploaded them to Photobucket, and discovered that, for some reason, Photobucket rotated all of my (perfectly upright) photographs clockwise.
4. So I uploaded them again. Same thing happened. (I still don't know why by the way... If anyone knows how to fix this, please let me know!)
5. So I went back to my computer, rotated all of my photographs anticlockwise, and finally...
6. I uploaded them to Photobucket again, hoping that it would correct them to upright. Which it did.

So enjoy the photographs. YOU BETTER LIKE THEM!

Philip with the Chickenpox... I love this photograph. Doesn't he look like a teenager who's about to drop some smelly socks on my carpet?

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Some photographs I took during a walk we took with hannah and Gordon:

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Matilda and Philip

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I finally found a way to take a photograph of them together; get them to enjoy jumping on the sofa, then start going "ready...steady... (click) JUMP!"

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