Daniel had 2 injections today - one in each arm (MMR & polio/dip/tet/etc ( Read more... )

Daniel came up to me with a toy stethoscope. He put one end on my neck.

Daniel: "Your neck is poorly. Here's some medicine."

*Daddy mimes drinking the medicine*

Daddy: "Is that going to make my neck feel better?"

Dr. Dan: "No! It's poison."

Daddy: "What???"

Dr. Dan: "I'm a naughty doctor" *big grin*

Beware the naughty doctor!!!!

I gave Daniel a bath tonight. The bubble bath was strawberry scented and the shampoo had mango in it.
When I told Daniel, he asked whether monkeys would want to eat him since he tasted of fruit.

I helped Daniel make some fairy cakes yesterday. But since we don't have a muffin tin we just put the cake cases onto a flat baking tray. And we put too much mixture in some of the cases. And the cakes expanded in all weird directions.

So they're not fairy cakes, but deformed mutant monster cakes!

Still tasty though.

There's a huge fat bumble bee in the garden.
Daniel chased it, saying, "Come back bee! Come back bee!"
Then it turned round and chased him back to his climbing frame. :)

Now he's just yelling, "Bee! Bee!" from a distance.

Daniel has a pirate outfit. He likes being a pirate, to a degree that only a toddler[*] (or a monomaniac) can like something. I was washing his hair the other day and had to reassure him that it was pirate shampoo (luckily toddlers are delightfully gullible) before he let me use it ( Read more... )

I took the day off today and in the morning Daniel and I baked some cheesy biscuits.
Very cheesy, there was as much Stilton in them as flour.

We followed a Nigella recipe, but they turned out more like cheesy puffs than biscuits. I suspect I didn't roll out the dough thinly enough. Possibly because I had to roll them out with a pint glass. I'm ( Read more... )

Daniel finished a chocolate milk drink so I told him to put the plastic bottle in the bin.

"No," he said emphatically (two-year olds are very good at being emphatic), "Recycling!"

I guess he's got to look after his planet, he'll be here long after I'm gone.

Hmmm... this hair-cutting lark is trickier than it looks.

I'm sure it'll grow back okay.

On the plus side he'll probably get fewer people thinking he's a little girl when seeing him from behind.

Thomas is really keen on Pokemon at the moment, leading to the following conversation:
T: I want to be called Ash from now on.
Me: Well, when you're 18 you can call yourself whatever you want.
T: Ash Ketchum.
Me: Right.
T: Or Chimchar, he's my favourite ( Read more... )