Whatever artistic talent I may have with words, I have none when working with chocolate buttercream as my medium. This afternoon was spent making a birthday cake for Philomythulus, and although the train cake design is pretty simple, it started to look like a dog's breakfast once I tried to ice it. In my defence, I will say both that while I have ( Read more... )

It's half term and Philomythulus is bored. I can tell this because, whilst I was getting breakfast, he somehow managed to unscrew a floorboard. I have absolutely not a clue how he did this, not least because the screws were stiff and countersunk and he didn't have a screwdriver. He must have improvised a screwdriver out of his toys somehow, then ( Read more... )

So tired. Philomythulus first took an hour to go to sleep last night, which was trying. Then he woke up at half past eleven and screamed continually until one am (and when I say screamed continually, I mean it. Also kicked and clawed me a lot.). We tried going to the toilet, getting a drink, taking some Calpol in case it was his cold bothering him ( Read more... )

Philomythulus has a marble run, which he adores, but because of his habit of sticking everything in his mouth, he's not allowed the marbles unless someone's watching him. After lunch today I gave him four little squares of chocolate and he took them off to his room. When I came up, he was painstakingly putting the chocolate squares through the ( Read more... )

In this house, we do not unscrew the lightbulb from a table lamp, then stick the lamp upside-down in a pot of playdough and push down hard. Even if it looks like it's going to be a lot of fun ( Read more... )

Either Philomythulus is turning into a vampire, or he just tried to eat a red ink cartridge. I don't even know why I possess red ink cartridges; I prefer to write in blue ink. And now it doesn't seem to want to come off his teeth, so he's just going to have to stay that way until it wears off. Memo to self: do not let him play on the desk.