fudge it

brother #1 has decided his girls need to stop listening to this 'high school musical rubbish' and is introducing them to ABBA.

niece #1: hello?! who got us tickets to the high school musical concert in june?! duh?!

that lucky lucky song is sooo catchy. the boy likes to watch niece #4 jump all over the place when she plays it.

i was watching TV with sisters #4 and #5 the other day. the mother walked in and gave me a hug and kissed me on the head. blimey. then she made her way to do the same to sister #4.

sister #5: bet you fifty quid she ain't gonna bother with me.

the mother's english doesn't pick this up, so she stands in front of the fireplace, that place where the TV gets blocked and you can't ignore her. but we're all watching her now anyway.

her: what?
me/sister #4: nothing.

so she walks out of the room without a second glance at sister #5.

me: ouch!
sister #5: fifty quid please!
me: what? i thought you were going to give us fifty quid?

uh oh, the dad is here. and he's caught me on the laptock (that's what nephew #1 and brother #2 like to call it). time for one of those 'what exactly are you doing?' talks. gah.

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i'm not bragging, but keeping on top of all things baby is not as tough as i thought. but then i must have got lucky because the boy is very well behaved (knocking on wood very loud there). so i keep setting off mad schemes, and the latest craze is cupcakes. i made six dozen for niece #4's birthday, made three dozen today and plan on making a whole lot more for brother #4's birthday. phew!

thinking about it i reckon i'm getting bored. which must mean it's time to start thinking about getting back to work...

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javier? ja-vier? have-yer?

niece #2 has exactly the same hairstyle as this guy:



brother #4: oi! ja-vier!
me: actually, it's pronounced 'kha-vier'.
brother #4: kha-vier?
me: correct.
brother #4: oi! kha-vier! have-yer seen yer hair lately?
me: oh, very good.
niece #2: ...

later. sister #4 is requesting exactly eight cotton buds.

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for a whole week now, niece #4 has been pretending to be a kitten. sister #4 is scraping off wallpaper, and i'm sitting on the stairs as his royal highness the boy naps away. a few weeks ago the dad tried to cut a coconut open with his black and decker jigsaw, but the jigsaw was nowhere to be found. sister #5 is well, sister #5, actually she is walking around with a vicks inhaler stick stuck up her nose. i have a picture but she'll batter me innit. today brother #2 let his pride get in the way of a fish finger sandwich (i was far too busy to deliver it to the living room, so he refused to come get it). it's mad here, but no more than usual. the dad has this habit of creating a huge wave of panic when the boy cries:

the dad: he's crying!
me: yes, he's hungry i'm just sorting out his feed and i'll be right there in a minute.
the dad: a minute?! no! now! he's crying!
me: yes, i know, and i'm going to be there in a minute!
the dad: no! you stop right now and go to him now! he's crying NOW!!!!
me: ...

so then i get into an argument about how he really shouldn't do that and then sister #5 is on my case for picking arguments with the dad and so i'm arguing with two people at the same time. but you know, all in a day's work when you've got a five month old baby, innit.

sorry about the silence, i'll try to keep up. oh, and yes, all the old blog posts have kind of disappeared. think of it as a reboot...

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