1. Last Thursday, inspired by Stomper and a ‘carpe diem’ attitude, I tackled birds, bees and whatnots with the eldest two. It all went swimmingly well, until three lines into the book, where I repeatedly stumbled over the word ‘vagina’ because I was in tears-roll-down-cheek fits of laughter. As were we all, including the Mr who was hiding behind a newspaper. Such a mature approach set the scene for a fun, informative chat with attention-grabbing ‘ew!’ factor. I reckon it went brilliantly. Except for the bit when a dawning of realisation crossed the face of the eldest and she recalled in vivid detail the time Mummy and Daddy were having a ‘special hug’. Four years ago. Not quite the first childhood memory I’d hoped for.
2. For those left dangling on tenterhooks, breathe easy. Angus in Northcote has spent much of the winter in behatted warmth, as has the small Angus in Northcote. I can confirm the boys make a mean marinated olive and are master craftsmen at DIY decking.
3. Yesterday there was wonderful, unexpected, footloose and fancy free-ness and the Mr and I people-watched and coffee-imbibed and then sacrificed a couple of afternoon hours of glorious, bright-light, wintry-brisk for the watching of Inception. So worth it. Do watch it.
4. I won a fab giveaway over at Michelle’s place a thousand years ago. The sweet lady even threw in extras. I’m counting on that knitty calendar to tempt me back from the dark side of crochet.
5. There’s a new staple on the meal roster. Emma at Frog, Goose and Bear has a clever chook of a sister who rustles a scrummy curry. A speedy, tasty recipe, I served ours topped with a dollop of natural yoghurt and informed the kids it was dinner and dessert in one. They ate two helpings.
6. The inlaws are coming to town. I am logistically connipting.
7. Kay took pity on me with all the frosty footed whinging. Gotta love a package in the post from a whole ’nother part of the world bringing sweet promises of summer.
8. As I type there are squeaking mouses in the house. It’s a non-school day today and it wouldn’t be the first time there has been freak-Mum-out-mouse-plotting on a day off. I figure the more mortal terror feigned, the less need there will be for kid-mischief upping of ante.
9. Whoever’s up to hanky panky with the planets, could they quit now please? ’Cos things are a bit off-kilter. Curve balls flying from left field, an occasional plate crashing to the ground as it loses spin, a rocking of a foundation or two. Nothing entirely earth shattering. Just wonky. Craft wonk is good. You can embrace craft wonk. But life wonk sort of sucks.
Here’s to the new, non-wonk week.