Blogg-ed Issue

Tara discovered this note I scribbled a fair while ago with half a thought to blog it. See if I can provoke her into some activity…

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This morning, while shaving, Elisha appeared by my side. The dawn’s light left only his silhouette framed in the en suite doorway. With scant warning, his (toy) chainsaw roared to life, he laughed maniacally, and yelled “I’m being a villain!” Then he began sawing my bottom off.

I’ve been reading the graphic novel Watchmen (which is both graphic and novel-like), so the question occurred to me–as pieces of me fell to the floor, apparently: If Elisha were a super-villain, what moniker would he take? The Merchant of Fear? The Nutty Chook?–Ah!, but of course: Random Boy. Whose powers include stultifying lumbriciousness,* able to leap whole universes of sense between sentences.

I guess his nemesis would be Obsessive Compulsive Man. Haven’t seen any of those around here. You?

* lum·bri·cious
Function:adjective
Etymology: English (strine). Anecdotal. Believed to be derived from the term lumber, vaguely related to train tracks, which, in turn, were entirely unrelated to the topic at hand. Or possibly Latin, lumbus, relating to the lower back pain incurred by an audience awaiting a lumberer to quit babbling and make sense.
Date: circa 1995
: given to, marked by, tangent-like, or unpredictably off-topic interjections.
lum·bri·cious·ly adverb
lum·bri·cious·ness noun

We moved Cayley into a bed over the weekend, and let’s just say it’s been ineresting.

She and Elisha are sharing a room - he’s in a loft bed over her. Let’s just say that has added to the height of interestingness.

Question:

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Answer:

I had a whole lot of bullet points I wanted to share with you.

The baby stole them.

Hey, got to use the excuse of pregmentia while I can!!!

Elisha is doing insects at kindy this and next week and this week was bring a bug week. He took an antlion in on Tuesday, today we couldn’t beat that, he took a slater. The antlion is still living in a plastic container in our kitchen. Brett is fascinated by it.

But a cheeky one at that!

And he, well he’s a bit of a dag.

All the same we love them both.

The word poo has been getting a very high usage in our house the last week or so. I’m ashamed? afraid? embarrassed? to admit it’s my fault.

I taught Elisha a silly game. We ask him questions and guess what the answer has to be … every time. And he’s not supposed to laugh or even smile when he answers.

The no smile/laugh things gone straight out the door. But the word has stuck.

Oh Mummy! What have you done.

On Tuesday a friend, her two nieces, the kidlets and I braved the on again off again showers and went to the Perth show.

It was a very fun day.

To say I was tired by the end of the day would be an understatement.

What’s your favourite thing about the show?