February 4, 2002
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Rain.
Notes from a rainy day:
So it's raining here for the 4th day in a row. And it's Sydney rain which is torrential, and defies any umbrella.
And have I mentioned I have an almost 2 year old?
Who gets up at 6am and then well... turns herself up to 'eleven' and just goes.
So we can't go out, because the rain would soak thru almost anything, and I have YET to buy her a raincoat and hat.
We've built a fort in the living room out of desperation, using a quilt and the dining room chairs. We've fed Bob the Builder and Elmo some cookies but are having very little luck with the cheese sandwiches that I was convinced Bob wanted to eat.
The Sunday newspapers are crumpled all over the floor. Her tea set starts at the front door and ends at the back one.
We've had 3 tantrums, only one of which was bad enough for me to yell "SHUTTUP OR I'LL GET MY GUN". That one was the one where the mean mummy wouldn't let Mouse draw all over her face with orange crayon. Mummy is funny like that.
We've done jigsaw puzzles, and read stories and I've set up the train track to go around the sofa. We can't find the plastic little train driver tho - he was last seen suspiciously near the toilet, which doesn't seem to be working so well all of a sudden.
We've jumped on all the beds. There's a slat broken in the second bedroom and I have a bump above my eye.
I know that the smudges on the glass sliding door are little nose prints. A plaintive face looking out at the rain, deciding the world is very unfair to toddlers.
I stepped on a plastic goat and bruised my foot. The goat is fine but currently resides hanging off the bookcase where I threw him.
I think the damp spot in the carpet is orange juice. But then again, maybe not.
And there is a nasty foul smell in the air...how can that be when she's licked two pieces of cheese and ingested 1 cookie and a heap of newsprint?
We haven't even got to nap time yet.
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3 words, I love you (l)
2 words, shit fuck
2 better words, "beaded dolphin" ;-D
Beaded Dolphin?!?! For ME or for HER?!?!?
oh my, all of this sounds sooo familiar.
I always knew bob the builder had a penchant for cheese
This brings back memories from my childhood and fatherhood.
Card tables are good with chairs to make big tents.
The wife and our son jumping on the bed in a hotel with me pray that they don't break it.
I wish they had more than 2 e-props.
Thank you for the kind words of support.
You have such a way with words. You made me laugh and smile while reading that. I dub you the Erma Bombeck of Australia!
This is great! I love this post! Your dry wit isn't lost on me. You are a natural storyteller.
Yum, I love Erma... and thanks, Degas and Cathy for the cheering section. Sometimes I wonder if I am a bit too wry. And yeah Bob is cheesy and I am sure this is all too familiar to anyone who's ever spent time indoors with a bored kid. But hey, at least when they are little, you get to grab all the GOOD toys.
Glad you're having so much fun. It's raining here too.
Here's hoping you have sunshine today. And that you come back and tell us all about it!
You have a way with words!
Good grief. I get tired just reading that. Sounds like a lot of fun though. My son is 9 months and he loves the Telletubbies, unfortunately. We haven't got into building forts yet. Sounds like fun though.
wow, although this is incredibly cute, it doesn't make me want to have children any faster.
I'll stick to dogs right now...they sleep most of the day.
Oh so familiar....
My daughter is 18 months old, and stays home with me on the days I work from home... All of that WHILE you're supposed to be productive on a job, but would rather surf Xanga
She's in the back room right now, tormenting the cockateil.... "Hi bird..." as she steals his bird seed and tries to set him free. Funny, he won't come out even when she opens the door.
Sorry your weekend was crap. I hope the week gets better.
I know what mycorner's bitty wants for lunch...
cream of asparakeet.
WELL DONE MissMagnet!
...and may I just say, you are constantly reminding me through your writing, exactly WHY you will always be my number one wife. I bow in your general direction, hands pressed together in greeting...namaste.
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