Boys will be boys

I used to joke about 'my two little girls' as Adrian (as an 18 month old) loved everything pink, hair clips and dolls. Whilst he still loves dolls (and makes a fantastic daddy), there is no doubt in my mind that my youngest is definitely a BOY!!
A typical day starts with him coming in whining "I'm hungry...". After 2 pieces of toast and a couple of Weetbix, he's off outside to ride his bike. There's been heavy dew overnight so he complains "wet mummy, wet" only to be told to "go and get a towel and dry it then!" After a quick wipe over, he's off riding the front court yard like Evil Kineevil! If it's not the bike, it's "you play football mummy?" or "we go racing cars mummy?". And if he's not playing, it's "me hungry mummy..."
Recently, we have been playing the game 'which hand?'. Not sure how it was happening but I always seemed to pick the wrong hand (even when I could swear I saw it) and Adrian would very happily point out I was wrong. Just the other day, nanna bought a bag of musk sticks. As the kids had both been good, they got a treat. Adrian decided he would play 'which hand' with me. Both hands were behind his back so I made my best guess. When I was once again chose the wrong hand and he proudly showed off the musk stick in the other hand, I laughed to mum that he must switch it behind his back. She was in stitches and when she explained that he had actually had both hands on it and let go of the hand I chose, I knew the devilry is gender based!!!

Kenya, on the other hand, puts lip gloss on CONSTANTLY,carries an Avon catalogue around with her for weeks and changes her shoes 3 times a day!

I Hope…….. (June / July 2011)

Scene:  I walk into the lounge room one morning with a bowl of porridge.

Kenya:  I hope that’s not for me….

Scene:  I’m walking around with a hacksaw and a length of tube to replace Kenya’s clothes rail.

Kenya: I hope you’re not going to hit us with those……..

Scene:  Craig and I were talking about going to the shops then dropping the kids off at Nanny & Grandad’s for the night

Kenya:  I hope you’re not going to leave us at the shops……

Scene: I walk into the main bedroom with vacuum cleaner whilst kids are watching TV in there

Kenya:  I hope you’re not going to suck us up with that……

The Start

Well, I finally got around to starting my blog! I have every intention of sharing my innermost crazy, funny, stupid thoughts and everyday situations with those near and dear to me and anyone else who cares enough to take the time to read it.
Firstly, you must never report me to DOCS.... Whilst I may write what I WOULD like to do to my beautiful children or loving husband, thinking and doing are two totally different things!!!
I've had this theory confirmed by a counsellor who said "It's ok to think about putting your child in the rubbish bin - as long as you don't actually do it!"
The title of my blog page comes from a take on a friend's expression "sh*ts n giggles" but didn't think it quite appropriate.
I hope you enjoy reading my anecdotes and feel free to comment.
Fiona :-)