Jingle Bells, Batman Smells...

Sorry its been a few days, I have two very sick little boys, and barely get 2 seconds to go toilet at the moment.

Lochlan has this funny reaction to singing. Sometimes he likes it, other times he reacts funny (like at his birthday party). You start singing, and he yells at the top of his voice

"STOP SINGING RIGHT NOW!"

Which can be amusing at times. Other times it can be frustrating, I like singing, and tend to sing while I'm doing things.

We passed a sign the other day which advertised Carols by Candlelight. I loved going to this as a kid, to me, singing carols is one of the best parts of Christmas, and I have quite a few favourite carols, Silver Bells, The First Noel, Snoopys Christmas (I have a deal with Richard with that one, I get to play it loudly, and sing along to it ONCE at Christmas time, then that is it. If we're out and hear it, too bad LOL - he can't STAND it).

I mentioned to Richard that I would love to go to Carols by Candlelight, and take the boys, but I said I would be concerned that Lochlan would stand up and do his 'stop singing' routine.

Richards reply?

"That's it, we're going."

Gee ta.

Wouldn't want to be old now would you?

Afternoon snack time at our house. Richard pulls out a 'squeezy', which are Fruit Hits, basically pureed fruit in a squeezy foil bag thing. Hence the name.

Lochlan loves these, and he can have them occasionally because the carbohydrates can be accounted for easily enough.

Richard hands it to Lochlan, says 'chug that back boy'. To which I tell him off, to the tune of him going 'scull, scull, scull, scull' to Lochlan. He gets told off by me, again.

To which he replies:

"If we do it enough now, by the time he's 21 and his mate says it to him, he'll just turn around and say 'eeewww, my dad says that'."

I like the logic, just don't think that it's going to work that way.

Genetics.

Connor was asleep today, and when he woke up, he was playing and laughing in his cot. Richard and I went in there, and we were watching him for a little while, when he leans over his giraffe, then looks like he's humping the damn thing. He then throws up on it, giggles, and growls.

Richards comment:

"That's my boy! Drink too much, hump it, throw up on it, laugh at it, then tell it off, and sit there and expect someone else to clean you up."

Oh goodie. Anyone want a child in a few years time... if his teenage years are going to be like that...

It's official. My husband is going to hell.

He was looking at some photos on Facebook the other night. To protect him from groups of angry mobs with flaming torches and pitchforks, I wont disclose who has the photos he was looking at, or the situation they were taken in.

Anyway, so he's flicking through the photos, and comes across this one of a woman who has one of 'those faces'. You know the ones I mean, the photo was taken at just the wrong moment.

In between bouts of laughter, Richard gets this ripper of a comment out:

"She looks like an animal with lots of small sharp teeth has just clamped itself onto her clitoris with a force of 4000 psi."

I laughed so hard, I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell too.

Can I have your IRD number please?

I made dessert tonight.

Well, actually, I made it last night, and we had leftover dessert tonight.

This is a rare occurrence in our house because of Lochlans diabetes, but once in a while it doesn't hurt. I made self-saucing chocolate pudding (recipe below), and we had some french vanilla ice cream to go with it too.

Due to it being very high in carbohydrates, Lochlan only gets a little bit of each. Last night he ate it so fast you'd think it was his last meal. Tonight, he destroyed it even faster.

After finishing his, tipping the bowl up to get the melted ice cream, and then proceeding to lick the bowl (after which we had a discussion about how that is ok when we're at home, but don't do it while we're out), he looked at Richards, and says 'more please'.

So Richard gave Oliver Twist a little more of the chocolate pudding from his bowl.

Lochlan finishes that, and says, 'and some ice cream too!'

Richards reply - "You're going to work for the IRD when you're older aren't you?"


SELF-SAUCING CHOCOLATE PUDDING

I got this recipe off a friend years ago, and it never fails. Just be aware that depending on what you cook it in, you may need to cook it for a bit longer, but make sure it is a deep dish, because it rises and can bubble and boil over easily.

Ingredients:

Cake:
1 cup flour
1 tsp baking powder
3/4 cup sugar
1 Tbsp cocoa
pinch of salt
1 tsp vanilla essence
1/2 cup milk
4 Tbsp melted butter

Sauce:
1 & 1/2 cups hot water
2 tsp brown sugar
2 tsp cocoa

Method:

Preheat oven to 180 degrees C.
Mix all the cake ingredients together in a deep dish, making sure it is well mixed.
Mix together the sauce ingredients, and pour over the top of the cake mixture.
Bake for 30 minutes, or until cake mixture is cooked through.

Great with ice cream, custard, or fresh berries on the side.

Someone is rather sick at the moment.

So. I have a sick husband at the moment. Not the dreaded 'man flu', but when he gets sick, he gets sick.

Poor bugger.

While he's sick, he doesn't come out with many interesting comments, just mainly 'cough cough', 'bleugh', 'ugh', and 'meh'.

So I thought I'd post up one he said last week.

I was ironing one of his shirts for something he had to go to, and was out in the garage, because its the safest place to iron with two small children running around.

Now, this iron is old. Like, older than me old. As in it was my grandfathers old. Its a wonderful heavy iron (I got a new one, and promptly swapped it with my mother so I could have this one).

It has had insulation tape wrapped around the cord for as long as I can remember, and the tape gets changed when it starts to peel off.

So I was ironing his shirt, just up to the last bit (folding the collar down and ironing that flat), when I picked it up.

It went BANG!  and promptly caught on fire.

"F**K! RICHARD! FIRE!" Was what came out of my mouth. Just after I finished saying that, the RCD tripped, and cut the power, so the fire went out.

However, it was on fire long enough that I seriously considered throwing it through the window, just to get it outside, and away from the boys.

The remains:

We were talking about it later that night, and I said I was still shaking a bit from it.

"Yeah, you seem a bit fazed by it."

He then thought about that comment for 10 seconds, giggled, and said 'no pun intended'.

*sigh*

Three little things...

Just a couple of little ones that were heard today.


Richards daughter Kelly is here at the moment, just come down for a quick visit til tomorrow. She's sitting on the floor, playing with the two boys, and they've got my measuring cups and spoons.

Richard looks over. "Ahhh. Two boys, one cup huh?"


Earlier in the day, Lochlan was playing down the hallway, doing something that he shouldn't, and I hear Richard call him and say "Come here maraca head."

Huh?

So I ask him what he means by that.

"If he keeps doing that, I'll shake him til he rattles."

O_o

(No, he wouldn't, just for all those about to go running for the phone to call CYFS)


Then at dinner, we're sitting there talking about manners etc, as Lochlan has just burped (and said 'pardon me'), and I was discussing another time when Lochlan had let out a massive, long, loud fart at the table. I couldn't find a way to describe it properly, so Richard pipes up:

"Like a career alcoholic with an onion fetish."

I'll never be able to watch Dora with a straight face again.

Well, Dora was on TV this morning.

Lochlan loves watching Dora, and Diego, and actually points to the screen, and shouts out answers etc.

On comes the backpack song. For all those who haven't seen it, here it is:

I notice Richard is singing along. Mindless singing I think.

Until I hear the words that he's singing.

"Back sack, and crack"