The F Bomb....in Context...

Those moments where the F bomb is inevitably dropped....actually a few minutes ago counted as a moment when my  four year old decided to knock and spill a drink onto the laptop...never mind I shouldn't have had a drink near it.

This relates to the said four year old dropping his own F bomb the other day....in Context. I have to admit, its never nice hearing a child swear, but if anything if its in context, you can at least laugh about it....on the side. Im still not sure what he has against Winter,but the mention of it was enough to broadcast that F bomb loud and clear!

I was sitting outside the other day watching my children play, it was a perfect Autumn day, sunny with a slight breeze.. when suddenly my four year old asked me what season came after Autumn. I replied Winter with out a care until out of his mouth came "oh F*$%" I asked him straight away what he said, with which he replied. I don't like Winter, its too cold. I have had a rule since number one came along, swear and soap will hit your tongue enough to taste it. So I had no choice but to drag him into the bathroom and dose him up. For the people that might be appalled by this course of action, its literally a dab...not enough to start foaming and acting all Cugo like.

Btw

I was secretly impressed with his sharp answer, there wasn't a stammer in sight. Quick thinking little ^&%$

Disastrous number 2's.......

We are in renovation chaos....again. 3 years ago we had a fully renovated house that was perfect. 3 toilets to boot! How spoilt we were, 3 toilets, and at the time only 3 people needing those toilets.And then a surprise package came along which meant we moved out of our perfect house and into something bigger....equalling renovation chaos.

 Now we have one. And 5 people needing it. The bathroom that will service the children is in ruins, pulled out and in bits. Why you ask? Good question, we had every intention of putting the bathroom back together quickly. After all who in their right mind would pull something apart and not fix it?

Well........... other pressing projects surfaced...namely drainage issues that could put any plumber into a Merc faster than saying Xlotto. Dutifully over summer my husband dug, paved, spent copious amounts at Bunnings, all to make sure the water that fell from the heavens would be directed away from the house and disappear into the drains that head out to the blue we call the ocean! I admit he did a great job, perfect in fact. But the fact remains, we are still one toot down and now that Buddha  is trained, we have 5 people sharing that one toot.

Cue Buddha....he has done so well, training has been great...finally no more bottoms to wipe, Hooray!
But with this independence surfaces a naughty little boy who deems it necessary to stall in the bathroom and independently stuff as much toilet paper down the toilet as humanely possible....im not talking dainty sheets floating in one by one. Picture a solid mass ie a whole toilet roll full of paper wedged into the S bend!

oh god panic.....we only have one toilet, how long before one of us needs to go?......namely me as I cant water the lemon tree as innocently as the boys can....

I suggest tongs to Hubby.... he is worried about having to throw them out, I'm more worried about having to water the lemon tree  ..but nothing else is budging the mass that has been methodically pushed into the darkness of that bend. Tongs it is.....and fortunately they take hold and pull that mass out, freeing up the water that was threatening to spill over the bowl.

Crisis averted and the discussion of when the bathroom will be completed is had!

Brutal honesty....can we take it?

KIDS! and their honesty....

So I am trying out a new recipe...nothing terribly adventurous,but none the less a new one. I decided today to dust off the slow cooker. Its one of 'those' appliances....the sort that gather dust and take up precious cupboard space. I remember when I bought it I thought to myself how organised I would be....dinner ready by the time my husband gets home,and really with not much effort involved. Win win scenario....

Chicken, a whole one plonked in....couple of onions and some sweet potato, which by some feat hadn't walked themselves out of the pantry despite growing legs of their own. I had read somewhere once that slow cookers were great for using up any old veg you have in the house... I think I might be taking it to the extreme,but hey what doesn't kill you only you makes you stronger right?

It is cooking away nicely, doing what it should. It's not hard, you switch to auto and walk away! Thats right, walk away...I hardly know its there, sitting quietly in the corner of the kitchen doing what it should on auto.

My children have been happily playing outside for most of the day.....bless the autumn sunshine and all its glory!
Until......... their hunger pains hit and demands for snacks come left right and centre. My youngest have a 12 month age gap, and with it competition. So if one wants a snack,bet your bottom dollar the other does as well.

I prepare a snack, popping into a bowl their likes....simple....No! I want what he has.....I doooooo like them now.....

I tell my 4 year old he can follow me back into the house to grab the extra's he wants.....only to be hit between the eyes with a statement that has me doubting dusting off the slow cooker.....

WHO FARTED? he yells at me
I try and stifle my giggle. No one did sweetheart, its dinner cooking!

No mum, someone REALLY did fart,and its disgusting.... with that he turned on his heels and walked outside, leaving me wondering if my new recipe is going to be worth the auto switch this morning....

We are but human..........

It is amazing how different people can read into different things on the same subject. Im pretty easy going, not alot offends me, so when I see others offended by a seemingly un interesting topic it makes me think.

Do we take the soft approach and hide personality from people we dont know, or is it better to show bits and pieces occasionally, even if it might not be the 'correct' approach.....

hang about, where are the rules? 

I'd like to think there is a happy medium in there somewhere :)

let me know what you think? do you like knowing the person behind the name? or are flowers and rainbows all the time more your thing?