I was driving home from the déchetterie and I saw a sign for Boss Beer. "Ooooooooo," I think. "Craft beer. A NEW craft beer." Have you seen it? Have you tried it? Do you like it? I do. Although—I am a bit biased, because I can see the facility from my living room. Go Bossonnens! I can't [...]
Is it pretty Mummy?
"Is it pretty Mummy?" Mpants asks as I survey the living room they have decorated with three rolls of toilet paper. He looks so earnest and asks again: "Is it pretty?" "It's lovely sweetie. Thank you."
Balloon games
We have been playing with balloons a bit before bedtime the last few nights. We try to keep them in the air with only one part of our bodies: head, foot, hands. Tonight, Mpants says: "Look Mummy. I am using my nose." And he bounces the balloon off his nose. He continues: "Then I do [...]
#raspberries from my garden
Overheard snippets
Yesterday, the boys were bouncing on the trampoline playing with some super-sized pillows. I overhear Jman direct Mpants: "You be the pickle. I will be the burger." Squeals of laughter.
The truth about olive oil
Over the holidays, I was catching up on some of my favourite podcasts, and I found this one about olive oil from Planet Money (produced by NPR in America). In summary: [su_quote cite="ROBERT SMITH" url="http://www.npr.org/2015/07/16/423605233/greeces-lost-olive-oil-how-export-barriers-stifle-economic-growth"]The Italians buy Greek olive oil in bulk. They put it in Italian bottles. They slap on Italian labels, and they [...]
Happiness is…
Taking a random tram ride to the outskirts of Bern, serendipitously finding a playground, climbing in a huge swing with the boys, looking up at the sky as the sun pokes through the clouds. Jman shouting: "Higher! Higher!" as I pump my legs awkwardly while lying on my back. Mpants squirms onto my belly and [...]
Tastes like and old snail’s smelly fart!
Jman sneaks a cherry tomato from the tray as I am cutting them for the salad and pops it in his mouth. Two seconds later, he opens the drawer under the sink and spits it into the garbage. "Blech. Blech. Blech." "Something wrong Jo?" "Tastes like an old snail's smelly fart!" "Blech indeed."
Chickens obey me!
So, tonight Jman demands:"Get me a drink!" I reprimand: "What do you say?" "CHICKENS OBEY ME!!" I have created a monster
Who is your person?
One night I was talking to Jman before he went to sleep. I was telling him how his brother is really important. And how he is (or will be) his best friend and they will have a lot of great adventures together. And they will need to support each other and confide in one another. [...]