'Twas the days after Christmas...

...and all was quiet in the house. The sound of a sleeping three-year-old is more soothing than the call of a whale. Peace and quiet has descended even if only for a brief moment. The rain outside has caused a mini-flood and the wolf is soaked - he has not yet caught on to the idea of having a lair.


Noises of plastic blocks being gathered for another onslaught mean that we are entering round 755 of lone-mother-watching-small-children-while-father-fishes...
Time to find my inner 'whatever she needs me to be'.

Like a wolf on a hot tin roof

The party went screamingly well until Methos, my darling wolf-child, decided to climb on the roof of the washing room. Yes, apparently wolves can climb up walls. It wouldn't have been so bad if he wasn't in danger of breaking all four legs or worse. A piece of meat did the trick and he came down in a blur of white fur. Sam didn't relieve himself on anyone's leg and that is a bonus. I'm so happy that the party is over and done with until next year...

Got up this morning and decided that I need to extend my tattoo, so if the tattooist has an opening today I will certainly be adding to my existing art. I'm very excited...not thinking of the pain right now, can't be worse than a child's party.

Went to see Harry Potter yesterday, yes, I confess to that sin, but there is no other fantasy movie showing right now and I am not in the mood for an Angelina Jolie fest or a movie about someone named after a potato. So, HP wasn't too bad, but it has now of course caused the serious problem of me having to watch the next one too to find out what happens (I don't read the books) - don't tell anyone...

Barbie, rabbits and cake

I'm surrounded by a flurry of pink Barbie and getting ready for my baby's third birthday party. I feel like a rabbit in the headlights and would head for the nearest burrow right now, but anyway...
Father and child have gone to fetch the cake, let's hope the Barbie on it doesn't look like a female Charles Manson. For the party I wish there to be no scenes of toddler-on-toddler violence, no cake-choking and that Sam doesn't pee on anyone's leg.
If there is a god of little children's birthday parties please let him hear me now...

Here goes...

My first attempt, let's see how this will turn out. Quite scary, but I'm up for it...