Dad

Peter John Smith
24 Sept 1950 - 19 May 2008.

You taught me how to love you by the way that you loved me.
With kind and gentle nurturing showed me what you could see.
You gave to me through who you were the gift of who I am.
Your pride in me is now my pride, your faith shows me "I can".
Your life will not end with your death nor will it end with mine,
For all the lives I touch, you touch and so on for all time.


Miss you already, love you always.

Jen

xxx

I have this little sister Lola....

Lina (or "Lola" as she should be known as) has gained an imaginary friend.

HER name is "Alexander", I thought at first she meant "Alexandra" but she insists its "Alexander" even though she's a girl.

They're the same age although Alex has brown hair and eyes and they're "bestest everer friendses Mummy!".

So there she sits chatting away in her little voice to her friend, they talk about everything... even the weather and no one else can see her except Angelina - no not even Heather, who is finding this increasingly frustrating because she swears she can see her too.

I'm not too worried, I know many children have imaginary friends... Jake even chats to his playstation (yes..thats weird!) and Heather just talks to herself really...lol.

She hasn't taken too long to work out that she can blame her new found invisible friend for all the naughty things she does too. She made sure to tell me that its Alex who never puts the toys away and its Alex who turns off the plug socket switch that has my alarm plugged into it (she keeps making everyone late for school and I have to explain that my 3 yr old's imaginary friend cut the power to the alarm... its not fun) and apparently its Alex that likes to use a whole roll of toilet paper to wipe her teeny imaginary butt on too....

I may have to find a way to make Alex pay for it too.


So Jake has decided that his youngest sister is in fact Lola from "Charlie and Lola", the kids programme on CBeebies and I have to admit there are striking similarities!! Anyhow, he's decided to call her Lola from now on and it seems it may be beginning to stick... poor kid!!

I think I might have to hide the Charlie and Lola books before she gets any worse!!!

Give thanks for the lovely...

Mr David Tennant (YUM).

Yes Mr Tennant arrived in the post this morning... lucky me!!!

Its a life size cardboard cut out and I have to say it is LUSH!!!!!! (I lead such a pityfully sad existence don't I?)

So out it comes from the box and Rich and I are putting it together to screams of "It's the Doctor!!!" from my equally obsessed daughter Heather, Jake was mildly amused by the 6ft piece of cardboard currently situated infront of the TV watching the wonderpets and Angelina is convinced its a real person (I have to admit I jump out of my skin everytime I walk into the living room and see this strange man out of the corner of my eye!) she keeps talking to him and stroking his cardboard leg bless her. So far she has given him explicit instructions on how to use Jake's sonic screwdriver to kill aliens (and her siblings) with and she made him watch Dora the Explorer too... poor Mr Tennant.

I'm a bit worried how we're going to explain the fact that Mr Tennant is in our living room AND on the TV tonight wasting The Sontarans though.... this may not be easy.

Pics to follow as soon as I can prise the camera from the sweaty palms of my hubby!!

xx

Comedy Classic Moment.

Nick Jnr Announcer: "Next on Nick Jnr its Angelina Ballerina."

Angelina: "Next on Nick Jnr its me.... me?? MUUUUUUUUUUMMY!!!!!!! I"M ON THE TELLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

me: (slightly more confused than normal) wha??

Heather: (very matter of factly) "Angelina, its a mouse...."

Angelina : "Yeah I know!!! IT'S A ME MOUSE!!!!!!!!!!"

Angelina-isms!!!!

We've had quite a lot of entertaining moments out of the temperamental one lately - which is always good for me as she's much nicer to be with when she's in a good mood!!!

She had the taxi man in fits the other day, we were coming home from Traceys (another craft filled afternoon of sewing and coffee and putting the world to rights) and I give him the street name (Summerbridge Crescent) and Angelina pipes up from the back seat

"I want one!!! I want one!!! Please Muuuuuuuuum!!" so I ask her what she's on about because (naturally) I have no clue what goes on in that busy head of hers and she says

"I want a present too!!!" at which point her eyes fill with tears as the other two start screaming for presents that I'm supposed to have hidden with me in the front seat.

He thought it was hilarious, I however, was pretty frazzled after spending 20 minutes explaining the difference between 'present' and 'crescent'.

So later I ask her what she would like for supper, she wants some toast...ok think I. no problem, toast it is...

I ask her what she would like on her toast and she says.....

"Penis butter"

yes..she really did say it, I thought Rich was going to pee his pants.

The thing with Angelina is the more tired she gets the more violent she becomes and there were soon screams coming from the living room from Jake because Angelina had hit him full on in the face (bit painful but no blood thankfully) her reason for this??

"He NEARLY kicked me Mummy!!!!"

Oh what a day.... lol.

Spring is here....

and the cleaning has not yet begun!!!!!!!!

I'm bored and I HATE being bored.

The house is a mess as usual but as my lovely (and very blind) friend Jen keeps telling me... "it's only toys and what do you expect in a house with three kids??" - I think I can go with that one! haha

No but seriously, the washing is on, the kitchen is clean and Rich is out so its all good. Thought I should probably take 5 minutes to update this place as I haven't been here since Xmas, I'm terrible I know!! I'm sure that your lives have been incomplete without my thought provoking posts. heh.

Sooooooo what have we done?

Well we had visitors in February. Rich's Dad Keith and his wife Liz came to stay with us which was great fun as usual.

Angelina set the tone by the first words out of her mouth after he'd arrived and given lovely presents. I asked her to put something away and she said in her best and most broad Yorkshire accent "Mummy, yer a pain the bloody arse!" - quite. Thankfully, Keith thought it was hilarious and she made me laugh so much that I had to go pee instead of punishing her.

So that was that, there was much fun to be had all week, especially as their car kept breaking down everytime they left the house and we'd get a phonecall asking for an AA number or sometimes they'd just phone up to swear at someone!

They were only here a week but we filled it with fun, including a trip to watch Rich's band play in Bradford. They were good actually, I was suitably impressed...lol that makes it sound like I wasn't expecting to be but you know what I mean.

Since then nothing much has happened, the kids have been off school for Easter and so we've been spending a lot of time with Tracey, Shona and Zakk, making easter baskets and painting eggs etc and doing it all in Tracey's dining room too so she saved me a job in tidying up bless her!!

I have some pics of the kids to upload, which as soon as I manage to prise the camera from the sweaty palms of my hubby I shall do it. This could take some time....

xx

Happy New Year

or not.

New Years Eve was a total wash out. Some bright spark decided to send a shitload of fireworks up at midnight which scared the kids half to death and it didnt stop there, the party over the road went tits up and the fighting began...at 2 in the morning and continued until well after 3.

Now everyone knows I love a good party, I'm not a killjoy - at least I never thought I was anyway and indeed its true, I love a good gossip too and so cant wait until my mate Jen wakes up so I can find out all the good gossip but please...

I have kids for God's sake. Why do these people that have grown kids suddenly forget what it was like to have little ones in bed on these nights, of course Angelina slept through the whole thing but she would, a bloody earthquake wouldnt shift that one but Jake (who sleeps in the front bedroom) thought the house was falling down. He was completely hysterical and took ages to calm and that makes me a bit more than a lil fed up.

Still all that early hours excitement didnt stop them getting me up at the crack of sparrows fart as usual. So here we are at 10 am on New Years Day with nothing to do, party at Mum's is cancelled and the kids are bored.

Wonder what's coming my way next?