Killing a Fly with a Ukulele: Yum. Wax.

I am the Mum.
If life was a circus, I would be the plate-juggling lady with monkeys on her shoulders who stands on one leg on a horse's back as it canters around the ring.

I am the Writer.
I use too many commas, dashes and dot-dot-dots, and I often start sentences with conjunctions because I like my blog to look the way it sounds in my mind.

I am the Hero.
Life is a bit like a superhero action comic, except that the superheroes are tiny children dressed in super-suits who possess no actual powers, while I just get them food, break up fights and clean their super-suits.

01 June 2008

Yum. Wax.

Naughty Mummy. Sonny Ma-Jiminy never ate any chocolate until he was about one. Smoochy Girl has the benefit of being the second child. You just can't hide chocolate from her, and life goes a whole lot smoother if you just GIVE HER SOME CHOCOLATE. So yes, she eats it occasionally.

One night recently I gave her a small piece and she loved it. I can still hear that pleasant chocolate-cracking "Crook!" sound that echoed around her mouth as her little teeth bit into the dark sweet goodness.

The rest of us hadn't finished our chocolate by the time Smoochy Girl had eaten hers so to keep the peace, I gave her another little bit. Again, "CROOK!": that wonderful chocolatey snapping sound in the mouth. Mmm.

Enough now. A one year old doesn't need any more than that. I put her down on the ground where she busied herself with some of Sonny Ma-Jiminy's crayons.

I saw it happen, but couldn't stop it. Smoochy reached out for the brown crayon, put it in her mouth, and ... "CROOK!"
Yeah, great.

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Melissa said...: Yummy! My daughter no longer eats the markers, she just like to tattoo herself. The insanity of motherhood!
I'm so glad you stopped by!; 25 July, 2008 21:33

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This is the story of me, Givinya de Elba, and my adventures with Mr de Elba, my children Buzz, Jessie, and Woody and our dog, Bullseye. We have plenty of good times, some weird times and a huge dose of drama.

Some of my posts are sad, lots are funny and sometimes I subject you to my pondering. We have our celebrations, when I write a decent poem I share it with you and when I'm held hostage, I do the occasional meme.

Other people who are special to me feature here too, some of them being my Dad, my Mum, my Crazy Sister (her blog), my Wee Brother and my good friend Hippomanic Jen (her blog).

I am a part-time speech pathologist, and try to cook, keep a garden alive and take photos that don’t make us look like we are pharmaceutically affected or dangerously homicidal.

I often suffer from Mumfail but I keep hanging on to the One who picks me up when I fall. If you email me, I’ll answer.

And if all that is too much, just read my “Best Of."

No, they didn't.

They called me Katherine.

I go by Kate.

I came up with the pseudonym Givinya de Elba in highschool and it was based on a joke from an episode of Dad's Army called 'A Soldier's Farewell.'

In the episode, after eating too much toasted cheese, Captain Mainwaring dreams he is Napoleon at the Battle of Waterloo. I don't remember much about the episode other than Mainwaring telling his loyal men (Jones, Pike and Godfrey) that he has been exiled to the island of Elba.

Jones quips, "Hence the expression - Givin' ya the Elber!" (giving you the elbow, i.e., pushing you around.) I thought that Givinya de Elba was a half-decent pseudonym for someone who likes to joke and push people around, and I stuck with that.

My sweet niece ...

01 June 2008

Yum. Wax.

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