Category Archive

The following is a list of all entries from the too cute category.

Love sick

She wanders out to the kitchen, a look of urgency on her face.
“You take me” she directs,
“you take me to the hospital”.
“Why?” I ask.
She rushes down the hallway and I follow. She has picked up her Dorothy the Dinosaur handbag and  starts to pack it.
A plastic mobile phone, a pair of undies (important when you […]


Thomas the Tankshun

Let me start by saying that Noah has never seen a single five minute episode of “Thomas the Tank Engine”.
Never.
Not one DVD
and has never placed his hands on someone else’s models or tracks.
That is why I am amazed that he has told anyone who will listen (including his ride - in car ‘Rocket) that for […]


The lobbyist and the politician.

Ivy (at the top of her lungs): No - No, you spewed! You spewed.
Noah (pretending not to hear): I love you too, Ivy! Love you too.
Ivy: You spewed, I said, you spee - you - ed!
Noah: I not pooed Ivy.
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2:20am Ivy: “I want to snuggle with Mummy! Iwantosnugglewithmummeeeeeee Iwantosnugglewithmumeeeeee!”
Mummy: “No, you stay in your bed.”
2:22am […]


I’ll have the house salad, thanks.

Take one Mummy, confine her to the laundry.
Get into her ribbon stash (that another chef has neglected to pack away) and pull Every. Single. Ribbon from its roll and call it ‘pasta’.
Take scrapbooking cardboard flowers (hundreds of the little suckers) from the back room, sprinkle a few into the ‘bowl’ you have aquired from the […]


In Noah’s world.

The boy’s nose is running and his eyes are red and scratchy.
He comes into our room and snuggles down.
He cups my face and says… ” You kiss it better, Mummy”.
“Awwww”, I soothe, “Do you have a cold?”
He considers this for a minute, considers his surroundings and the fact that he is snuggled up in the […]


It’s hard to be angry when…

He climbs onto the bed, looking for me to read him a book but then changes direction when he discovers his father is home.
I put my hands out to him but he refuses…
“No, Mummy, you not read the book, Daddy read it”.
David and I have been having a ‘heated discussion’, so this obvious favouritism erks […]


Noah the funny, Noah the cute!

Mummy: “Are you a sexy beast”?
Noah: “I not a sixty beast. I Noah Yilliam Androo Trickensa”!


Car by association.

Noah loves cars.
Loves them.
He is, quite simply, a car head.
Like his father - who can identify the type of car at night by the shape of the headlights. (Scary but true).
Noah identifies each and every person by the kind of car they drive and addresses them accordingly…
He doesn’t know the type (yet) but he has named […]


Questions & Fodder…

Noah and Immy were playing together and things were not going the way Noah thought they should…
Immy: “No, don’t do that Noah, that hurts Immy.”
Noah: ” No”
Immy: “I won’t play with you if you are going to do that”.
Noah: (increasingly angrier) “NO”!
Immy: “Oh well, I will just have to…”
Noah (interjecting and pointing to Immy) : […]


…and then there was Monday night.

They are restless again.
This can’t be good. It is cracking on to 9pm. Why are they still awake?
There has been no red cordial. There has been plenty of quiet time pre - bed. We have followed the bed time routine to the letter but for the second time they have not gone straight to sleep.
9:30pm.
C’mon, […]