Well here we are… 26, September 2012Posted by babychaos in General Wittering, Mum, not while you're eating.
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Yeh there’s a bit of a gap isn’t there, but this blog gets hundreds of hits a day so I thought I’d come back and see what you’re all reading. 10 songs, it seems.
McMini is now 4 years old. He has started school. Today he stuffed pasta in his ear and I had to take him to hospital. The pasta worked its way towards the surface while we were waiting and was removed by the nurse.
As we waited to go in we had this conversation.
McMini. “I won’t want to eat the pasta when it comes out. “
BC. “No, I can imagine.”
McMini. “Yes, it would be covered in earwax and it would taste yucky.”
Anonymous woman with daughter with PE injury next to BC chimes in. “Very sensible, we all know how horrible earwax tastes.”
We all laughed.
It was almost upbeat in there, nearly all kids, nearly all injured in PE, arms, legs etc. Nearly all of them with parents who were just thankful it wasn’t any worse. It made it much easier to contain McMini and considering we were waiting to see a doctor for a couple of hours it was almost fun. Some git had practically wrenched the wing mirror off my car but it seems to have been designed for that as I was able to put it back. Quite glad as it only has 100 miles on the clock and it would be a pity to break it before I’ve even finished running it in.
When Mr BC arrived home, I told him what had happened – not the car, the other bit. He guffawed and said, “he’s definitely YOUR son.”
Cheeky. True, but still cheeky.
More Mini Man 27, August 2011Posted by babychaos in baby stuff, General Wittering, Humour, Light Fluff, Mini Me, Mom, Mum, Play, toddlers.
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Mini Me is now just over 3. Today we were sitting in a restaurant and they brought the pudding menu. Mr BC and I had a look at it. Mini Me grabbed one and held it up so I could see. He turned it so he could looked more closely and then held it up again , mumbling in pretence of reading it to me – he can tell which way up words are supposed to go but not actually read them.
“Thank you” I say.
“It is very boring it is just words,” he pauses for thought, “and there are no tractors.”
More mini-me 29, November 2010Posted by babychaos in baby stuff, General Wittering, Mini Me, toddlers.
Tags: cats, children, kids, mini-me, motherhood
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Small fry is in bed, ready to go to sleep. Catus Maximus comes in, meowing. I pick him up and he begins to purr.
Junior knows about purring, it has alarmed him before. The first incident went like this.
“That is a noise.” mini-me had said, a look of worried incomprehension on his face.
“That is purring.” I had told him and explained that it meant our cat was content. He digested this news in silence for a while.
“OK.” he’d said.
So there we were, Junior all ready for bed, me about to kiss him goodnight and Catus Max purring in my arms.
“That is Chewie!” says the small man. “He is purring.”
“Yes, that’s right.” I say. “You remember about purring don’t you.”
A long, long thoughtful pause.
“He is alright? He is not broken?”
“No, he is not broken. He is happy.”
He comes out with this kinf of thing all the time and I can’t help thinking I should write more of it down.
The book has landed 6, November 2010Posted by babychaos in General Wittering, Work, writing.
Yes booyacka! The book has landed… I have sweated blood over this thing but at last it is out of my hair…
So if you want to find it here’s where to go.
E-Book of Few Are Chosen retailing at £2.50 or as near as I can get it because they all work in US$ and I don’t:
Paperback of Few Are Chosen retailing for £10.00:
If you like the idea of the flying cars – er hem, sorry snurds – you can buy cards and postcards some scenes in which they feature here if you’re in the UK or here from the US and the postage to the rest of the world is probably less expensive than from here in the UK.
Amazon.co.uk is reporting a delivery time of 5 – 8 weeks at the moment but this is a lie caused by a computer glitch. They assure me they will alter the delivery estimate to reflect a more realistic timescale (despatched within 3-5 days) in the next week or so. Amazon.com is reporting despatch within 2 – 4 days and the Book Depository will despatch within 48 hours. Clearly e-book despatches are instant.
If you want to help I would be very grateful – please don’t feel forced it’s your call, you realy don’t have to. However, should you want to there are three things you can do to help float the novel.
1. You can always buy it.
2. If you like it, please say in a review on Amazon, two lines is great, two paragraphs is fantastic.
3. Click on the Amazon links I’ve given, scroll down the page to the links section and agree with the tags by putting a tick in the little box beside each one.
Oh and here are a couple of the pictures…
Here’s one of the hero’s wheels that’s not a porsche, it’s meant to look a bit like a variant of late 1960s Lotus.
Not forgetting the baddie chasing the hero too…
More Mini Me 26, October 2010Posted by babychaos in General Wittering, Life and living, Mini Me, Mom, Mum.
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Mini me likes to “brush” my hair with a spoon and the handle of a pastry cutter (the wheel has long since disappeared).
“Table clap…” he was shouting yesterday as he did the brushing thing and then pretended to take something off the spoon and put it in his “kettle” (a stainless steel pot removed from one of his legal cupboards, we’re into ‘silver’ at the moment).
“Are you making tea?” I ask.
“Yes, table clap tea.”
“What’s table clap?”
“Table clap.” he says again, with a seraphic but very mischievious grin. Then the penny drops.
“Cradle cap?” I ask.
“Yes. Muggy’s cradle cap.”
“You’re making cradle cap tea?”
New swear word (or at least he thinks it is) learned after mother stands up fast, banging her head on the corner of a cupboard door as she goes and shouts the beginnings of an obscenity which she manages to change to “clangy bell” before he’s properly heard.
Junior now shouts “clangy bell” at every opportunity because he thinks it might be naughty. Never mind, it’s better than the original.
He’s been out in the rain in his pushchair with his dad. He’s fine but Mr Tiger who goes everywhere with him at the moment, is somewhat soggy.
“Poor Mr Tiger’s soaked. Shall I put him in the tumble dryer for a minute or two?” I ask and Mini-me says.
“No thank you, Muggy. He will get dizzy.”
Sorry I’ve been so absent… I’m launching a book. It should be sorted by the end of the week though. Boy will I be happy when it’s done.