"Got you"

I played around with the picture on PicMonkey, a webpage I stumbled across actually a while ago and then for some reason forgot about. There's lots of fun things to do to your pictures and I had a great time last night fiddling with a couple of pictures. The daddy was watching footy and his team was losing so the huffing and puffing was getting louder as the evening went on!!! It ended in tears swearing.... Anyway just wanted to show one of the pictures I made and no, I'm not paid to tell you - just free infomation for everyone!

The tantrum of ALL tantrums!

This is a guest post by the daddy. After a lot of pressure I caved... I guess you all needed to know!
 
So there we all were - the 4 of us - excited at the prospect of going to England for Christmas, and Oddparent was at the fulcrum of this delight as she had just booked the tickets.... or had she?!

Well there are 2 answers to this question:

1) Yes she had booked them
2) She had completely messed it up

Instead of us travelling from Calais to Dover, she decided we would be much better off travelling from Dover to Calais!  So she either thought that my (currently a work-in-progress) transporter machine would be ready to just magic us to Dover and then sail to Calais, before eventually sailing back to Dover, or.........  she got the booking wrong.

Upon the realisation SHE had got it wrong with nobody else to blame, she proceeded in having the Mother of all tantrums!  Bashing things about, swearing under her breath, teary-eyed, the lot!  I then realised where my children get it from, although I presume they will grow out of it in time... but not Oddparent!  She gave it with both barrels!

And to finish off the tantrum, she actually broke our washing basket!  Unbelievable!

I obviously stepped in like a true hero, rang the travel company, sorted it all out, no problem.  And I didn't even break anything in the process!

When Oddparent had calmed down (4 days later), I ventured into bringing the whole "incident" (as it's now known in our household) up.  She told me she's always been like that.... erm what?!!!  In 10 years, I've NEVER witnessed this behaviour, so life must've been pretty perfect for the last decade or.... there is a dark side to Oddparent that I'm learning about a mere 3 months after our wedding!

3 MONTHS... coincidence?  I'm so disturbed now that I hope she's not looking over my shoulder as i write this.... BANG!

                              3 months ago!

Who's the best mummy.....??

I am! Well, at least today I am. We had pancakes for dinner... how naughty is that? Surely that makes me the best mummy! Even if it's only for a few hours, I hold the title!

We're planning to have a really relaxed weekend (is that something you plan..?) with lazy mornings and we started with a lazy yummy dinner.... Pancakes!!

What are you up to this weekend?

The daddy has asked to do a guest post about tantrums. Apparently it's my tantrums not the childrens'. Don't know what he's on about obviously. I'm still thinking whether he should be allowed to do it. What do you think?

Tantrums......

I love them..... No not really. At least not while they're going on. When finished I can laugh at the madness a tantrum is. My son had a brilliant one the other day. I asked him before dinner if he wanted spaghetti. Yes mummy. Half an hour later we sit down to eat and all hell breaks loose. I have (what was I thinking) put a plate with pasta in front of him. He's screaming and through the big tears rolling down his cheeks telling me I said spaghetti and this is not spaghetti! I say it's the same (another big mistake which sparks louder screaming) and says he can eat all the other stuff on his plate. The spaghetti trauma takes him a good 20 minutes to get over but eventually he eats all his dinner and even gets down afterwards saying thanks for dinner! Life is a rollercoaster when you're 3½ years old. Here's a picture of pasta and spaghetti next to each other. Just so none of you other mums out there make the same mistake. 

     Spaghetti!

Pasta.