Wordless Wednesday- We're all going on a bear hunt (at Whipsnade)

Just Who Taught You To Do That?

Was the question I didn't ask our eldest last night. I had other things on my mind at the time- I was lying on my back with the wee lass attempting to remove my testicles with her toes but that was really the sideshow to the main event which was being masterminded by M'laddo.

Whilst his little sister attempted to make me a full on eunuch, M'laddo set about the top of my head with his Bob the Builder(TM) saw with exuberant gusto. He's been asking to do "Bob Work" a lot recently, ever since his Uncle Ben moved house last month, I thought inanely, as the serrated plastic slipped down from my hair to my forehead, moving from a rather pleasant massage to something a little more painful. Another couple of sharp toe digs from the wee lass, just to remind me she was still there and capable of joining in with the carnage. Thanks.

Fortunately I was saved by bath time, and the opportunity for righteous revenge with a bit of hair washing and face scrubbing. I get that look from the pair of them when I wash faces, the sort of look that says, you've won this round, but just wait until you're lying on the floor tomorrow night eh?

Fear of Coldplay

I have a fairly diverse range of musical tastes, the one thing 98.7% of the albums and artists I like have in common is wifey doesn't like them. That's understandable, there aren't many of the Stock Atkin and Waterman generation that grew up listening to the new folk revival stuff and later developed a perchance for 70's progressive rock, so I'll let her off.

So there was much rejoicing last year when, late to the party as ever, I picked up Viva la Vida, the latest Coldplay album. Finally I was coming in from the cold, and listening to some modern stuff instead of King Crimson or Captain Beefheart. However wifey isn't much of a fan of it as its not the classic Coldplay sound.

Likewise I have been roundly ridiculed for owning it. Putting it in a list of my favourite albums of the decade earned me the following comments from my online buddies:

You are dead to me.
Coldplay is to music what a steaming great poo is to interior decor.
I wouldn't touch it with a bargepole.

So there you have it, an album that managed to offend existing Coldplay fans but equally still attract scorn and ridicule from people that label anything that sells more than 1,000 copies as populist claptrap.

I'm off to sulk and listen to the Bonzo Dog Doodah Band. Laters.

Cannibalism is alive and well in St Albans

I had my second unfortunate trip to the doctors this evening. I've had a month to brace myself for it and M'laddo was also half expecting it when we got into the car but it was still a bit upsetting none the less.

You see just over a month ago a small child, probably not unlike my small child, decided to take a bite out of M'laddo at pre school. Because he's a double hard toddler, he made no fuss or anything and it was only at bath time we saw the little neat row of serrated teeth marks on his arm. They were orientated in such a way and in such a position there would be no way he could have done it himself.

He wasn't bothered by it but wifey checked it out with the doctors and they decided on a course of oral antibiotics and a course of hep b vaccinations by injection.

Eeek!

The task fell to me to load M'laddo into the car on a Friday night and drive him to the doctors. For no good reason other than it was a change of routine he was really excited and had decided purely off his own back we were off to buy him a spiderman costume. The difference between expectation and reality isn't really fair on a two year old and I only had a packet of fizzy snake sweets to distract him afterwards.

As always the doctors were running late but M'laddo was in high spirits for the whole visit, chatting away, bright and confident of what the future held. Unfortunately.

Fortunately this time he had an inkling of what was going to happen. He was a little more subdued but still chatty, the chat focusing on the half a dozen rooms he'd rather go into over the nurses room mainly but it was a start. I was also considerably less close to blubbing like a two year old who's just had an injection as I didn't feel like I'd betrayed him.

Wordless Wednesday- Bun Bun

Tip Toeing Around in the Dark

Last night was a bit of an adventure and so on. I'd dragged myself out of bed at the crack of dawn the other week to a business breakfast and wangled a couple of tickets to the England Egypt footy match. Hurrah and huzzah!

The night was cold, the football damp and the trek home eventful (although not as eventful as the trip there, which had a full on loony on the tube. Pink bike and all). But what was cute was the scene I met when I got home at the witching hour. I got changed into my PJ's in the dark and grabbed my teddy bear. And I almost climbed into bed on top of M'laddo. I thought the gentle snoring was wifey but it turned out to be an almost 3 year old!

I managed to winkle him out of the bed with two bunnys and three dinosaurs and back to his bed. My side of the bed was lovely and warm though :)

Wordless Wednesday- Be Afraid