The girl is still sleeping and I am still fasting.
I am blessed with a daughter that wakes up at 7.30 each morning (don't bother swearing under your breath at me, I've been cursed with a boy that takes speed and drinks 3 cappucinos at 5 in the morning).
BUT the day that I am fasting for a blood test, she sleeps until 9. Now, I don't like to eat the second after I wake up, I like to wait a little while and wake up a bit. BUT I DO like to eat before I have to flip the calendar.
I think I may crack and go for some cereal. Do the blood test tomorrow.
Ah! Just jinxed it... I hear the girl a-calling.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
So... Overnight...
So, a couple bizarre things happened overnight.
One.
Zoe now has bananas in her ears. All of a sudden, one morning, she stopped listening to me. Zoe, don't push that chair into the painting. Zoe, leave the cheese on the bench. Zoe, can you get your shoes? Well, not once did she listen and do. The chair hit the painting with quite the force (with a devilish smirk on her face). She grabbed and ate the cheese (with devilish smirk). She ran to play with her toys instead of getting her shoes. Like I said. Bananas in her ears. "What? Can't hear you mom, I've got bananas in my ears"
Two.
Cole has found his scream. It's like a skreech. No, a squawk. Hmmm, maybe a squeal. It's a screaming-squawking-skreechy squealer sound. And it's ALL THE TIME. He loves it. Zoe's not too keen on it when she's sleeping. Why doesn't he try mum mum mum mum mum instead? That would be much more pleasant! (note that I did not say dadadadadadada)
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One.
Zoe now has bananas in her ears. All of a sudden, one morning, she stopped listening to me. Zoe, don't push that chair into the painting. Zoe, leave the cheese on the bench. Zoe, can you get your shoes? Well, not once did she listen and do. The chair hit the painting with quite the force (with a devilish smirk on her face). She grabbed and ate the cheese (with devilish smirk). She ran to play with her toys instead of getting her shoes. Like I said. Bananas in her ears. "What? Can't hear you mom, I've got bananas in my ears"
Two.
Cole has found his scream. It's like a skreech. No, a squawk. Hmmm, maybe a squeal. It's a screaming-squawking-skreechy squealer sound. And it's ALL THE TIME. He loves it. Zoe's not too keen on it when she's sleeping. Why doesn't he try mum mum mum mum mum instead? That would be much more pleasant! (note that I did not say dadadadadadada)
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