My middle man's current favourite book:

My gorgeous big man likes talking. He doesn't stop. My Dad has been waiting for him to say "why?" to everything pretty much since he started to speak. Apparently I made his life hell with the endless need for explanation as a small child. However, Joshua seems to have skiped the "why?" phase and is asking more thoughtful questions.

Here are some of the questions I have had to deal with in the last week....

What's the point of vegetarians? A good question that lots of people ponder.

Do guide dogs help people drive? No Joshua, that would be dangerous they aren't a SatNav. (Although the idea of a dog barking directions does amuse me a little.)

What would you do with me if I turned into a pumpkin? Carve you into a lantern and make you into a pie. But you don't like pumpkin pie do you? No but I don't know what else to do with a pumpkin - maybe I could freeze the pie.

Do bugulars go on holiday? Probably.

What would happen if dinosaurs didnt have ears? They couldn't hear?

It's christmas somewhere else in the world isnt it? No its night time somewhere else in the world.

Fleas eat your blood don't they? But they wont if you are wearing socks, right? mmmnnnn prob-ab-ly

Is that how moles kiss? I think you mean Eskimos.


For more funny things that little people have got up to check out actuallymummys "wot so funee?" blog page.

Losing my son on holiday for no more than five minutes was awful. Sheer panic set in and there were lots of tears when he was found. I can't begin to imagine what life would be like if we hadn't found him. The McCann's have to live with this pain every day of their lives. Everyone in the UK has their own theory on what happened that night and whether Madeleine should have been left alone in the hotel room. Every parent makes a mistake sometimes, but no one deserves to have their child taken away from them. The McCann's don't know if their daughter is alive. If she is alive they have no idea how she is being treated. I am not sure which idea is worse. Whatever your personal opinion, the fact is that Madeleine has never been found. That is why when I saw that @Amummysview and @teaandbiscotti were organising a blogging campagin to raise awareness about Madeline McCann, I felt I should take part.

Well here is my first Fiction Friday.  @homedad's blog hop of sharing the best in children's literature. The book that sprang to mind this week was Barry the fish with fingers.




On Tuesday, Josh and I were discussing vegetarians in the car, What can I say other than only out of the mouths of babes.

"Some vegetarians eat meat don't they Mummy?"
"Mmmmnnnnnn not really Josh, the whole point of being vegetarian is that you don't eat meat. But some vegetarians do eat fish......"
"Oh yes fish fingers they are yummy aren't they?"
"Yes Josh, but you do realize that fish don't have fingers don't you?"
"Yes Mummy fish don't have fingers - except for Barry."

How could I reply to that little gem? I love my big boy and he loves Barry the fish with fingers!




 

As I have mentioned previously, I spend a lot of time wondering what my gorgeous middle man is thinking. I often look at him and think is this really the top of the evolutionary scale? What would aliens think of our planet if they descended and saw Noah sat on a bench eating an ice cream, as he was on Saturday, with more of it going over his coat than was actually getting into his mouth. Indeed he favours to use his hands to eat his food - I assume this is because he can get the food in quicker than working out the co-ordination of getting a fork or spoon into his mouth quickly. My husband on the other hand, percieves Noah to be highly intelligent. He read an article suggesting that middle children often excel, so has decided that is what Noah will do.

And it appears that this morning Noah demonstrated his high intellect. This morning my hubbie braved the local corner shop with two of our three children. How I would love to take a look at their CCTV, to see the mischief my middle man got up to. The boys had popped out to buy milk (it appears the 4 pints we already had were too well camouflaged in the fridge ) bread and popping candy. Popping candy is now Josh's new favorite thing after getting it in a party bag at the weekend. They were successful on two counts - no popping candy. However, all was not lost as a replacement to popping candy they purchased a Euro 2012 football sticker book and stickers. Ollie tried to claim was for Joshua, but was really for himself. There were also a few more items which Oliver was shocked to find in his bag. One reduced price Alpen bar costing 15p, one reduced price Alpen bar costing 32p and a packet of Vimto flavoured sweets. Ollie looked suitably confused. "How did these get in here?" "Noah bought them Daddy." It appears that whilst Ollie was putting the sudoko book back on the shelf that Noah had suggested buying, that my middle man had got himself a few treats and sneaked them into the basket which was sitting on the counter. Not bad for a two year old. Maybe he is more intelligent than I have been giving him credit, creating a distraction so that he can perform his mischief.  My question is why wasn't it a bar of chocolate - mummy would have been very happy with that one.

As you may already know, twitter is a new and confusing world for me. But whilst trying to understand it a bit more this afternoon I came across a tweet from @ymummyreally who was asking for links to blogs about funny things that kids have said or "out of the mouths of babes." Joshua immediately sprung to mind. Oliver and I have high hopes for our first born son - consultant perhaps.....

Maybe we need to scale down our hopes a little.

Whilst driving yesterday, Josh asked me quite innocently "Mummy, you were a girl baby weren't you?"