Friday, February 3, 2012


I'm slowly getting the feeling back in my fingers after deicing the guinea pigs' water and making them as warm as possible for the night.  It's so cold that Jacob hasn't removed his socks, his trousers or his jumper today; a situation which I don't think has ever before occurred.  He keeps wrapping his arms around himself, shivering theatrically and exclaiming "It's FWEEZING COLD Mummy!".

I've just been trawling pictures of frozen waterfalls, fountains, rivers and even seas around the country, and if the snow holds off (or even if it doesn't) tomorrow, I'm going to get out with my camera to get some icy pictures.  This frozen elephant at a garden centre in Essex was my favourite today.

via The Torygraph (not my reading material of choice, you understand) 

Thanks goodness that for the first Friday in 3 weeks, our heating is working.  Touch wood.

Note: Just as I finished typing this, Jacob took his socks off.  I guess it must be time to turn the heating off again ;)

The things he says...

Jamie has just returned to work after 3 months of (serious, but now manageable) illness.  Jacob hasn't quite got used to him not being home:

"Daddy ...... oh no, you not Daddy.  Mummy..."
"Mummy, we love Daddy SO much, eh?"
"Mummy, where's Daddy gone?"  [hours after he's left the house]

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Talking to his cats:

"Maeby, Maeby, where are you?  Maybe you're under the table Maeby.  Maybe Maeby's under the table Mummy!"  [collapses into fits of giggles at the word play]
"Tilly, what you meowing about?"
"Tilly GET DOWN!  [counts to ten on his fingers, very seriously]  Tilly, get DOWN!  I asked lots of times now"
"Mummy, where's those cats gone now?  Maybe they having an adventure in the garden!"

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In the car, he sits in the front seat next to me, because I work late and we more often than not come home in the dark. I like to be able to see if he's asleep or not, and it's far easier to have a conversation when he's right there.  In the back, I can barely hear him, and it's too distracting trying to look at him in the rear-view mirror (rather too much context-setting there, but I just want you to imagine it right):

"Mummy, the sun's biting my eyes!"
"Look, two big sheep!" [I gently point out that they're ponies] "Oh.  Jacob thought they were sheep, but they were big ponies.  Little horses.  Not sheep Jacob, silly Jacob."
"Mummy, I can't see the wheels!  Where the wheels gone?  We got no wheels!"

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Jumping on my bed, while I get dressed.  He keeps trying to open the curtains, I ask him not to because I'm about to take my pajamas off:

"I ... want ... to ... see ... some ... booooobies!"  [repeated over and over in sing-song fashion with each and every bounce]

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And for the boy whose stomach is never full, he said the following extremely seriously, approximately 10 minutes after he'd finished his breakfast this morning:

"Mummy, let's have a chat about lunch."