Sunday, 29 August 2010

Early Bird Baking Enterprise #2 Chocolate Flapjack

Chocolate flapjack can hardly be called baking (just melting and mixing and the inevitable licking) but the lovely fella fancied chocolate flapjack for breakfast. The good news is Wrigglesworth happily tootled in his bouncy cradle throughout the whole process, having his face squashed by kisses from the Monster, who decided to join us this time. But I predict we'll be having Sachertorte for breakfast by Christmas ;)

Saturday, 28 August 2010

Barbie is out, but Ken...

Whilst narcissistically checking out my own blog I realised my two beloved followers are called Jen and Ben. In my little land of dreams where I have other followers I think they should now only be those who have names that rhyme, so...

and of course, Ken

In my little land of dreams, people always shorten their names.

Why does this make me cheerful? Random thoughts like this amuse me.

Friday, 27 August 2010

A regular Julie Andrews

No, I have not fashioned eccentric clothing for my children from our curtains. But I do feel as if I have done pretty much everything else. I even sang do re mi to the Monster this morning as her toneless laa-laa-laa-ing needs some work. I have also cleaned, everything, cooked (a feta and chorizo frittata for some friends coming tonight, yum), I have slept, I have read my book, and most importantly I have played with my children. Again, no, we did not hang down from the trees or perform a choreographed bike ride but we played in what I nonetheless feel was an amusing and also educational manner. At the beginning of this week I set myself a task: Operation No Tears, for the seemingly endlessly grotty Wrigglesworth. Each day has been a teeny tiny bit better, and today was actually good and he is right this minute sleeping. Ok, not in his bed, but not in my arms either (in the bouncy cradle). Hooray. Maybe I won't sell them on Ebay after all.

Oh, and I also blogged!

Thursday, 26 August 2010

A sense of extended family community

When I started my blog these were the kind of moments I wanted to capture and be grateful for (the kind where you never have a photo):

The Mighty Monster was having an almighty monster strop in the little street leading down to our house. Not the first today. I had walked on with Wrigglesworth in the pram (I find ignoring her works best) when I turned around there was this old guy stood next to her. He reached down, took her hand and walked her towards me, gently reprimanding her for not listening to me. How wonderful of him to help me out like that. This is not the first time that someone has stepped in when the monster is raging in public and far from being annoyed by their interfering I am always extremely grateful. It's always old, black men. So old black men of Beziers, with your wonderful sense of extended family community - thank you from the bottom of my frazzled little heart.

With my knapsack on my back

My wonderful brother Ben is heading off to see the world. Although the thought of not seeing him for a year makes me not at all cheerful, I can't wait to follow all his adventures and it makes me extremely cheerful to see him so happy and zen about life. That's the Ben I know and love.

Monday, 23 August 2010

A second follower!

I have doubled my readership :) And I couldn't think of a nicer person to double it for me. This is a photo from the last time we saw each other, so much has changed since then and I can't wait for next summer when our two families meet. How funny to think back to our year at Holloway (not the prison) when we were Jen and Bex hanging out eating carrot cake and chuppa chups. And now we're JenandSimonandMargot and BexandFanfandMatildaandOwen. But we're still Jen and Bex of course. And we still eat carrot cake.

Saturday, 21 August 2010

The Cookie Monster

Cookies for breakfast

Wrigglesworth begins his day's wriggling at 5/6am. I'm sure that's not what we ordered... there's obviously been a mix-up but anyway, whilst waiting for our 'sleeps through the night including cosy lie-in for parents' model to arrive I decided to get up this morning and bake cookies. There was a brief moment in between Wrigglesworth happily sat tootling away in the bouncy cradle and Wrigglesworth happily sleeping against the milk machine in the baby bjorn when neither party involved in this early bird baking enterprise was very happy. But I am pleased to report that I am now eating hot cookies and Wrigglesworth is dreaming of cookie flavoured milk. Yum yum. Or miam miam.

p.s. See that rubbishy one in the corner - I had to eat it. There turned out to be rather a number of rubbishy ones ones in this batch. Strange.

Thursday, 19 August 2010

Uncle Dan, no Ben

Ben has been skivvying, nannying, cooking, tea-making, generally being a brilliant brother, fantastic uncle, and all round good egg. I thoroughly recommend him to anyone with two screaming children and a tea habit.

Monday, 16 August 2010

Sunday, 15 August 2010

Pauper-style decadence *

Nutella on digestive biscuits.

* credit to the littlest bro, whose amusing description of my Sunday night choice of snack made me much much cheerfuller.

Blackberrying and Brio...

... and hanky hats, and Crusted Cheese Pie, and new Lindt Almond milk chocolate, and jumping about to the They Might be Giants album NO! with the monster, which if I was any good at this blogging lark I would provide a link for. But I'm not.

This is a weekend catch up post on what is my second attempt at a blog and already I'm not sure I have the time/energy for it!

What do you think?
(That's you, Ben, my beloved reader)

Friday, 13 August 2010

Monday, 9 August 2010


Lovely chats with the lovely Nao this afternoon, one of the bestest soulmates a poor chocolate-obsessed, alcophile girl could wish for. One day Nao, one day, we'll be... maybe a bit less poor. When my book gets published and you're the artistic director of the NTJ (National Theatre of Jones).

The Very Hungry Caterpillar

Reading this to my daughter always makes me cheerful, what a great and inspirational book. Eat and eat and eat and eat. Everything. Then have a big sleep. Then become stunningly beautiful. This is the life I dream of.