How do you know you are raising the daughter of a gym junkie?
When, instead of stacking the multitude of blocks her mother provides, carefully chosen for their non-gender bias, tactile feel and developmental potential, she prefers to use Daddy's protein powder containers.
And a thermos. Obviously.
When they don't balance?
When they do?
And usually a happy dance, followed by a request for applause.
In other news, I was perusing some random blogs today, when I stumbled on The Musings of Monique. Flipping mindlessly through her back catalog of hits, I noticed my name... it appears she awarded me the Versatile Blogger Award way back on 1 April!
April fools - she didn't tell me! So, although belatedly, I accept with humble thanks.
Part of any blog award like this is, of course, pinging others. Since I always give these kind of awards the weight they deserve, I'm going to be as insular as possible and choose two local ladies:
- Posie Patchwork ~ She writes about everything! And she's also a current Canberra girl and a military wife. She's probably received this award a hundred times before, but no harm in having it again ;)
- An Everyday Story ~ Another Canberra girl and another military wife. Also, one of my besties. But I'm not totally biased At All. Ahem
Well done on achieving my fawning adulation, you two. You're welcome. ;)
So, back to the main event, did your kids play with weird stuff?