holidays
I just need to be a sun. Its happen like a star, says Zoe, drawing a blue eye sun in the arch of her foot.
Suns need to be gold, says Jack. Zoe is a bit crazy, that's why I call her crazy Zoe.
I assure Zoe that suns can be whatever colour you want them to be, and that things can be beautiful without sparkles.
I'm encouraging Zoe to be less wilting-flower, so we've just chased Jack (who was holding the mouse) (with the cat) while saying "Raaaa!" (XD) Many squeals of delight had by everyone. Jack is violently being the cat now, Zoe is squeaking. Now she's all "Yaaarrr!" and Jack is all "Zoe! You're not - the cat! I'm the cat! I don't believe it, Zoe!"
Heh, heh. I will subvert their conditioning!
...Well, perhaps not subvert. I just don't want them to be hemmed in by boxes that they can't percieve.
Today - today...
Today was two batches of scones in the oven. Which is me being all OCD about the kids getting floury (I don't want them to be throwing it at the walls, dear god - it would be at least two weeks before anyone cleaned it). We poured in flour, wholemeal flour, a handful of oats, wheat bran, gazillions of sultanas, milk, and butter in one batch, coconut milk in the other. Squelching the second batch between my fingers gave me a skip of exhilaration and delight - the kind that results from hearing your English teacher in year nine (LEGEND) say "Thou saucy boy!" in character, or being covered in mud and crawling under poles and swinging from ropes, or flying down hills with your feet off those pedals everywhich way.
I pulled out Millions for the kids to watch. I adore that movie. And I've been wearing my grey 80's leggings which cover half of my feet. And a big blue dressing gown.
So. In the past few days I have seen: Serenity, How to Deal (Zoe picked it! I did like it though. Mm, chick flick...), Kinsey, Bright Young Things.
I think I'm gradually being brainwashed into accepting the fact that I can't go out in these two years. And I haven't felt particularly aggrieved about it. There are four parties, these holidays (well, two were picnics) and I'll visit Blaine and meet his housemates and watch movies and rent him a tux in prep. for the formal in a fortnight.
Apart from that, not much will happen, probably. And despite how much I love my friends, I am enjoying this family kick.
Mm. Food for thought. Speaking of food, I am craving a navel orange...
Edit. I am a dork. Zoe is softly, sweetly asleep on a computer chair, wrapped in a doona and making small breathing noises. Her head is bobbing about slowly.
Well at least I won't go out and get pregnant! Mothers having children late is useful, after all.
Suns need to be gold, says Jack. Zoe is a bit crazy, that's why I call her crazy Zoe.
I assure Zoe that suns can be whatever colour you want them to be, and that things can be beautiful without sparkles.
I'm encouraging Zoe to be less wilting-flower, so we've just chased Jack (who was holding the mouse) (with the cat) while saying "Raaaa!" (XD) Many squeals of delight had by everyone. Jack is violently being the cat now, Zoe is squeaking. Now she's all "Yaaarrr!" and Jack is all "Zoe! You're not - the cat! I'm the cat! I don't believe it, Zoe!"
Heh, heh. I will subvert their conditioning!
...Well, perhaps not subvert. I just don't want them to be hemmed in by boxes that they can't percieve.
Today - today...
Today was two batches of scones in the oven. Which is me being all OCD about the kids getting floury (I don't want them to be throwing it at the walls, dear god - it would be at least two weeks before anyone cleaned it). We poured in flour, wholemeal flour, a handful of oats, wheat bran, gazillions of sultanas, milk, and butter in one batch, coconut milk in the other. Squelching the second batch between my fingers gave me a skip of exhilaration and delight - the kind that results from hearing your English teacher in year nine (LEGEND) say "Thou saucy boy!" in character, or being covered in mud and crawling under poles and swinging from ropes, or flying down hills with your feet off those pedals everywhich way.
I pulled out Millions for the kids to watch. I adore that movie. And I've been wearing my grey 80's leggings which cover half of my feet. And a big blue dressing gown.
So. In the past few days I have seen: Serenity, How to Deal (Zoe picked it! I did like it though. Mm, chick flick...), Kinsey, Bright Young Things.
I think I'm gradually being brainwashed into accepting the fact that I can't go out in these two years. And I haven't felt particularly aggrieved about it. There are four parties, these holidays (well, two were picnics) and I'll visit Blaine and meet his housemates and watch movies and rent him a tux in prep. for the formal in a fortnight.
Apart from that, not much will happen, probably. And despite how much I love my friends, I am enjoying this family kick.
Mm. Food for thought. Speaking of food, I am craving a navel orange...
Edit. I am a dork. Zoe is softly, sweetly asleep on a computer chair, wrapped in a doona and making small breathing noises. Her head is bobbing about slowly.
Well at least I won't go out and get pregnant! Mothers having children late is useful, after all.