Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
I'm a sucker for those party plan selling ideas - I feel disgustingly rude if I leave without buying at least ONE thing. After all, the host went to the trouble of putting out all those little cheese squares and slowly warming salami bites. The least I could do is help her earn her 'free' hostess gift, right? And the catalogues are full of shiny, shiny plastic boxes, and they look so useful and after a couple of minutes my steely resolve crumbles.
An investment? Really? What's my rate of return, open betroot tins?
And here is what I occasionally fall back on, priced at $0.50:
After pulling myself together I was actually saddened as the other women sat around nodding eagerly, picturing the expensive, shiny plastic can opener on their kitchen benches. Some even bought it.
Sometimes the message of overt consumerism behind the sale of shiny plastic boxes is a little too sobering for the weekend.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo.
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew,
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo,
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
-Ruth Hulburt Hamilton (1958)
With thanks to Kate
Looking back over the photos, it looks like we always read in our pyjamas! I think that must just be when I have the camera around though, we do it at random times throughout most days. That's my pyjama clad leg right there:
"Where is the Green Sheep" is a family favourite. Baby has started trying to turn the pages in her board books. She needs lots of help separating them, but is getting pretty good at the actual turning job.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
However, in an effort to get back in the saddle, I'll skip most of the talking and just chuck up a couple of photos. And then, tomorrow, maybe I'll post a few more, and see where it leads. Are you in? Here goes...
Baby girl mid roll, still wearing her pyjamas.