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...

Brains are a bit like balloons...

Brains are a bit like balloons, but without the knot, and they are heavier

Poppy bangs her head today, and it sparks a thought...

My taste-buds...

My taste-buds are telling me....

Poppy seems to have some friends in her mouth that tell her stuff... stories, decisions and the like... I've seen them, rather large bobbly bits... sounds like ACC.

It's the most boring...

It's the most boring TV I've ever seen

Ah, Poppy, if only you knew, it's the most exciting TV you'll EVER see... especially if it's your TV show. BubbaTwo, coming to a hospital May 18th*



*if all goes to plan...

Cycling pumps the blood to my brain...

Cycling pumps the blood to my brain Mummy, does that mean it's usually all in my bum cheeks?

always thinking about what's going on inside her body, is our Poppy. I'd walked with poppy to school on Monday, and she rode her bike, I'd explained that exercise in the morning is good for you, as it pumps blood to your brain. She's obviously been wondering about the blood when you don't exercise!

Ooh! I just bashed...

Ooh! I just bashed my belly bone!

The feral child is rolling in the dust... a temporary "slide" (read - pile of underlay) is keeping the feral child happy... even when a mysterious body part is knocked. Good news is, the Carpet fitter fired on tonight, and got the master bedroom sorted...my goodness! it looks like a proper house... even sounds like one too!

If I rub my arm on your beard...

If I rub my arm on your beard, will I get a hairy arm?

He he, I love the way poppy thinks. it's fascinating watching a 3 year old wrestle with things that make sense yet are impossible at the same time...

So, what happens when...

So, what happens when you burn sequestered carbon?

you know, the usual Friday night argument you have with your right wing dad when staying in his house after he's had one and a half bottles of red wine... Man of science? Apparently only when science tells him not to care or that we're too far down a line to do anything about it, so go out with a bang! Sheesh... Poppy, I hope you don't have kids, white grandad doesn't give a stuff about them...

you have jelly triangles...

you have jelly triangles in the corners in your eyes Mummy!

Poppy was scrutinising Gabi's eyes today... perhaps she'll be a sweetie inspired biologist? a confectionery gene Bioinformatics Scientist ?...drtt. xcczzz....