Important Fact of the Day!

I have just been appraised, by a very reputable source*, of a most interesting and important fact:

The average four-year-old child asks 437 questions a day.

I just wish this source could have drilled further down and worked out exactly what proportion of those 437 questions were just the word 'Why?'.

Or, indeed, the new New! Improved! version we get in our household... "yeah... but... WHY?"

This just convinces me even further than the people who choose a career in Early Childcare are either

a) bonkers

or

b) modern day saints.

What say you?





*Libra Overnight Pads (with wings) backing paper. Odd Spot #139 to be exact.

Odd Spot #173: Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump
and
Odd Spot #391: Slugs have four noses
are also particularly pertinent.

Ways to freak out your partner # 276

Arrive home driving a car which inexplicably contains three children, instead of the single child you



a) left the house with and

b) gave birth to.



In this case, it was some surprise afternoon guests after a trip to the pool, but Mr Fix nevertheless suitably perplexed at the 200 per cent increase in children in a mere 90 minutes.


Madonna and early episodes of Home and Away lead me to believe that anyone can pick up some spare family members down the street if they create a hollow back story. I'm just living the dream, people.

Stolen Identity

The kidlets and I were visiting an old friend of mine and her little boy. I hadn't seen them in ages, and it was good to catch up. The five of us were sitting around the table, being very grown up with our cups and saucers, when Butterball asked me a question.

"What's the time, Mummy?"

I answered, and my friend's little boy started laughing incredulously.

"What's funny, young whippersnapper?" I asked smilingly. Or words to that effect.

The poor little boy could hardly speak, he was laughing so much!

"You're not Mummy!" he finally replied.

So there you are! Apparently, there's only room in his house for one Mummy and he knows very well who that is, thank you very much.

Celebrate Good Times!

It's Misses I & O's 3rd Birthday today!



Yay! for I & O!



and also....



Yay! For Acton and MrB! For surviving 3 years of twinness!



I looked at them this morning, with their curly blonde hair all manic and Young-Einstein-like, with their identical blue eyes sparkling with excitement, and I just prayed a silent 'Thank You'.



He was right, I was wrong. Again. I spent the first couple of months of my pregnancy cursing Him, but He promises we won't ever have a burden we can't carry, and it's true. The girls, while occasionally being a little too boisterous and twinny to cope with, are a joy and a blessing.




It's amazing to watch them grow - despite being non-identical, they are exactly the same height and weight - their similarities are mystifying, their differences enlightening...



As they were opening their presents this morning, they each had one eye on what the other was getting, but there were no squabbles. They have learnt from a very early age to share, and to see them playing together warms the heart.



And now they are 3 - no longer babies, but Big Girls. All toilet-trained (except for mishaps such as our trip to Ikea this weekend - argh! always the way when you have a 90 minutes drive home!) and with very definite opinions on most everything. And an ability to express said opinions loudly, clearly and most forthrightly! (Miss O yesterday informed her father he was 'a meany. Stop being so bossy. I'm not happy with you')

Happy Birthday Curly Girls!

Job or no job, you can't tell me what I'm not

We are so, so tired of helping Grizzlewick to get dressed in the morning, and the endless nagging it takes to inspire a response.

This morning, Mr Fix tried some reverse psychology.

Mr Fix: Daddy used to get dressed by himself when he was your age.




Grizzlewick: Yes....but you're not me.