Imagine a ...

"Imagine a dwarf cooking for you ?!"

Apologies for this rather "out of context" post... but I had to share. Gabi & I nearly wet ourselves today, we're watching the Comic Relief "Brittish bakeoff" and Warwick Davis is making an amazing sponge... and Poppy drops this doozie.

We love Willow, so I hope Warwick forgives us.

My baby...

My baby brother can wear pink shoes, to make him wink all the time!

We had a lovely scan-lay yesterday, her name shall remain anonymous, but she gleefully asked "do you want to know what it's going to be?" (which is not allowed in our hospital)... "go on then!"... she held back, "well, I won't tell you, but I'll find the area, and let you make up your own mind"..."oh! that'll be a boy then!"

Poppy seemed to think that all the pink clothes in the shows after the scan were quite fitting for her baby brother... We look forward to the day he pops out, and see how Poppy deals with this all...

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well, that's the last "Phrase a day" from 2010! thanks to everyone who read, I hope you found some of them funny, inspirational and entertaining. I'll drop ones in, in 2011 but I'll be working on "tune a month" for my blog project of 2011...

I've got horses...

I've got horses in my tummy!

We were at the 20 week scan today, all's well! Poppy seemed a little more interested than the last time (more detail?)... anyway, we celebrate by going to see Megamind in 3d, so it's a bit of a long day, and late home.. which gives us the chance to watch a little of "Eragon", whilst we eat our supper in front of the TV... Poppy then grabs my mouse and pretends to scan her own tummy, and we pretend that the pictures on the TV are the scan pictures! (my goodness! she's full of trees, witches, swords, rivers, dragons...)

Just...

Just shutup dad.

Even my relentless gobshite with Poppy has its limits. She's ill today, bad cough etc, so, she's blanketed up and slounging on the sofa, watching Mary Poppins. I start singing the songs in my faux cockney accent... it's a no go.


Ms Poppins is not impressed.

Get off Daddy...

Get off Daddy, I want to play the bloop bloops

I've broken out the old eKeys 49 to have a noodle and a sketch, getting ready for my attempt to "make a tune a month" for 2011... anyway, Poppy loves making music / sounds through the keyboard, and always loves seeing the old eKeys come out (I really should do it more often!)... mind you, I don't get much tuneage done when she's hogging the pooter!



PianoTrem by lepeep

can we have a ...

can we have a poo coming out of his bum?

Today we play with the plasticine Santa gave Poppy. She's picking out the animals and aliens on the box to make, and we tell her "you can make up your own things, you know!"... so I was told to make a bum. (not a tramp, I'll have you know)

Pull your Pod...

Pull your Pod Race face Poppy!

Poppy got the Star Wars "prequel" box set (pah). We're watching Ani (sp? or was he also a ginger orphan girl in a previous life, thanks to those pesky midichlorians?) Anyway... we're watching the pod race, and that wee "grimmace", so well acted is to die for. Oh, does Michael Schumacher keeps some spare tools in his cockpit incase something goes wrong with his engine? or did they only do that sort of thing a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away?

'ello

'Ello!

After hearing a noise upstairs, Gabi and I thought that Santa must have gone into Poppy's room when we were still awake... so we headed upstairs to check (and to go to bed, seeing as it was late). Her door was closed, so I had to open it slowly (to avoid waking the previously excited Poppy) and check that Santa had been, by noting if a bulging stocking was left on the end of the bed.. and it was! Satisfied that Santa had done his amazing job, I turned, only to creak a floorboard... Poppy stirs, still asleep and cracks out "'Ello!" (always polite and friendly!)... mean while, Gabi is snorting and chuckling as I (shakingly) creep out the bedroom and close the door, ready for Christmas morning!

Chocolate, Chocolate...

Chocolate, Chocolate, good for the brain...

and repeat. A song for when one is stirring delicious truffle mix. Can't wait.... must wait....

Daddy, can you squash...

Daddy, can you squash me to the roof again?

After a wee "indoor showies" (spinning, dropping & swinging) with Poppy, I lift Poppy up to the roof, with fits of giggles 9and a few of those cute "scared squeals")... I wonder what a room really looks like "up there"... Another pretend drop and scoop, and I think I've found a simple way of keeping fit and exercising my biceps!


amazing "Kissing The Ceiling" – Photos by Fred Muram

Go on! Count...

Go on! Count to three!

Aye, the old "I'll count to three" isn't cutting the mustard anymore. Someone said she wated to see me "go mad"... ho ho... so I scooped Poppy up and pretended to be a monster taking her up to bed... which all went just fine.

IS THAT...

IS THAT BBQ'd ?

Poppy was convinced the sausages were BBQ'd tonight... nope, it's just we'd managed to sneak pork sausages under her nose, she usually only touches beef ones...

My body is a...

My body is a skate park!

Poppy was playing with a finger board on her legs, and we caught her catching some rad air, giving a running commentary, "wow! he's so high!", "look at the ollie!", fantastic.

Are they good

Are they good or bad people?

Annie is on TV tonight and Poppy is interested in the people that come to pick Annie up (for the "reward"). "oh, they are bad all right!", "but, but, they are nice!"..."ah, that's the trick you see, they are pretending to be nice but they are not, just so they can get the money"..."but why?".. ah, the biggie.

NO! you can't eat...

NO! you can't eat the snow from the road!

If we've said it once, we've said it a million times today... what is it about lumpy, brown, gritty slush, as opposed to the untouched, fluffy stuff lying above grass? Ah, that's it.. it's because we said "don't eat it". simple.

You can have crow's...

You can have crow's blood for your breakfast Daddy

Poppy's thinking about what we can all have for food to start the day. "toast" for her... I wonder what an avian black pudding would taste like...

Daddy, roll the cushion...

Daddy, roll the cushion right over my face!

There's a rolly polly, pouffe cushion at Granny and Grandddad's place - and once upon a time, I pretended it was a rolling pin on "poppy dough". Seems that the memory of being squashed by a big pink circular cushion made an impression!

Fit like!

Fit like! Nae bad, yersel?

gabi was showing at the Dundee jamboree (petit Noel) craft fair. She decided to take a few wooden 'fit like' badges to test them out a wee bit further south... Seems there are a few escapees living in Dundee! Even one from the Brough! Sailt a pucklie few, n'ah. Grand.

Imagine butter...

Imagine butter juice! oh, delicious!

Poppy was seeming to like the idea of a coronary drink / snack tonight, why waste time having a drink, when eating potatoes, when you can do it all in a oner. lovely.

Can we make a Robin decoration...

Can we make a Robin decoration out of a dead bird?

Merry Christmas folks. Something along the lines of "we can get link to kill a robin, and we can turn it into a decoration"... I couldn't hear after a while, I was horrified. Well... laughing with tears rolling down my cheeks.