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and then what shall we do next?
Apr. 8th, 2010 03:12 pmChildren dragged me out of bed this morning. Miss Biscuit was more than ready to be up but she didn't want to be entertained by anyone else. Senor Onion helped get the toast and tea on. In fact we were so darn organized this morning that we were out the door by 8 to do the grocery shopping. Stuff was acquired and then home again for Miss Biscuit's morning nap and brownie baking with Senor Onion. He also had a round with the play-dough and his painting. The painting aggravates me at times because he keeps wanting to paint surfaces other than the paper. I told him that if he gets some kind of patronage from a wealthy person or government department then he can paint on anything he wants. Until then he will have to stick to the nice paper I buy him out of the goodness of my heart. I wonder if Matisse's Mother ever put up with this nonsense.
The brownies were good. People were fed lunch and laundry was put on. I know everyone is jealous of this domestic lifestyle. Laundry! Messes! Inane conversations that are repeated over and over!!! (imagine all of that written in glittering neon.)
Miss Biscuit did go down for her nap. She wins a pony. Senor Onion does not win a pony. Here is an entertaining moment. I go to put her down for her nap and he is playing on the deck. No big deal. I can hear him. I am only gone out of sight for about two minutes. Enough to get into trouble. I suddenly hear a knock at the door and I open the door. There he is. Sans pants. He had somehow removed his trousers and skipped around to the front. "Hello Mummy" "Where are your pants? And what made you think that you have permission to leave the back yard????" "I knocked on the door." More evasive than a politician.
When he wasn't trying to escape to the hinterlands and was contented with painting, I made things for a butterscotch ice cream. It is chilling at the moment and I will churn it in a little bit. I will add toasted pecans as well. Anything butterscotch is a good thing in my mind. I am also making shepherd's pie for dinner. The stove is getting a good work-out today.
Miss Biscuit is singing and throwing coasters about. Senor Onion is watching a little television. There is some calm in the living room.
The brownies were good. People were fed lunch and laundry was put on. I know everyone is jealous of this domestic lifestyle. Laundry! Messes! Inane conversations that are repeated over and over!!! (imagine all of that written in glittering neon.)
Miss Biscuit did go down for her nap. She wins a pony. Senor Onion does not win a pony. Here is an entertaining moment. I go to put her down for her nap and he is playing on the deck. No big deal. I can hear him. I am only gone out of sight for about two minutes. Enough to get into trouble. I suddenly hear a knock at the door and I open the door. There he is. Sans pants. He had somehow removed his trousers and skipped around to the front. "Hello Mummy" "Where are your pants? And what made you think that you have permission to leave the back yard????" "I knocked on the door." More evasive than a politician.
When he wasn't trying to escape to the hinterlands and was contented with painting, I made things for a butterscotch ice cream. It is chilling at the moment and I will churn it in a little bit. I will add toasted pecans as well. Anything butterscotch is a good thing in my mind. I am also making shepherd's pie for dinner. The stove is getting a good work-out today.
Miss Biscuit is singing and throwing coasters about. Senor Onion is watching a little television. There is some calm in the living room.
