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Our favorite bed time stories at the moment are Dogger and The Snow Lady.  No matter what else we read we have to have Dogger and now it looks like it will be the Snow Lady as well. 

Last year it was a Christmas poem every night from April till September. Whisch after a while got a little tiresome, especially when you consider that you end up knowing the whole thing off the top of your head.  Our favorite bits were “He had a nose like a cherry” and “his belly wobbled like a bowlful of Jelly”.  Marvellous!

Anyway the story of Dogger is about a little boy called Dave who looses his toy dog, Dogger.  The suspense grows and the tension mounts until near the end he finds Dogger on some old bag’s toy stall at the Summer School Fair.  Alright she’s not exactly an old bag, more like a worn out mum whoose been conned into running the stall.  I know how she feels!  Back to the story, the tension is too much and comes to a crescendo with “and there, at the back of the stall…..” and as you turn the page there’s a loverly picture of him and in big words “DOGGER”!

Normally I just try and read it and make it exciting but not too exciting that the whole “calming down it’s time for bed” thing gets blown out of the water.  However last night as we turned the page Rose announced in what can only be a “Mike Reed on runaround” (those of you who are old enough are at this point saying g g g g gooooooo) voice….DOOOOOOOGGER!

At which point we both fell about laughing.

Happy days!

Children say the funniest things.  “Whoose them geeza’s?” Rose asked pointing at the subbuteo men on my tshirt.  Well I say asked.  More like shouted.  It’s before 6 in the morning, Rose has woken me as she needs the toilet and whilst sitting there she wants to know who the subbuteo people are.  Not only does she want me to know she’s asking but I assume she’s shouting just in case I dont know and maybe Mummy will hear and be able to answer.

Having said that before I could answer she’s already told me that the first one is Grandad, then Dad, Uncle Geg, and then a whole host of people’s name’s I couldn’t decipher.

At least I managed to get her to quieten down!

We wen out for lunch today. No kids, just us adults at a proper restaurant where you have to get dressed up and make an effort.

We’d had no sleep, the kids had kept us up and we were both shatterd.  I’d suggested canceling the dinner, leaving the kids with the grandparents and coming home and sleeping but my wife was insistent.  I think she’s a saddist.

Anyway we arrive at Brown’s in Docklands and settle ourselves down for lunch.  They’re sold out of the roast beef so I opt for the burger.  Well it’s not often I get to eat burgers these days and I’m expecting it to be the size of a ginger nut biscuit and all ponced up so it’s not going to break the diet anyway.  But all the same it’s going to be a proper beef burger.

For once I am surprised.  Brown’s is a proper restaurant in the heart of Docklands and you’d expect their food to be all poncedup and played with.  BUt no.  It’s proper portions.  A great big fat burger and more fries (alright they’re not English Chips) than you can shake a stick at.  Hoorah!

Thank you Brown’s

All I ever realy wanted to do is sit about watching cartoons on a Saturday morning.  When my own kids arrived I looked forward to when we could cuddle up on the bed and watch the mornings cartoons.

Obviously in the real world they have you up all night then wake you at 05:00 and want you to get up and play with them so when the cartoons do come on you’re too knackered to be bothered.

However this morning my wife was going to get her hair cut and styled and I was going to have the kids.  Of she went and we had some biscuits and played down stairs, got dressed ready for when mummy came home.  We’d rehearsed our lines “Your hair looks nice mummy” and were all prepared so we sat on the bed for 10 mins.  Well 10 mins turned into an hour as we cuddled up and watched complete rubbish on the TV. 

Whatever happened to the likes of Scooby Doo, Bat Fink, Top Cat, theAnthill Mob and the rest of the Saturday morning gang?  Have they al been pensioned off? 

Anyway what a wonderful morning and to top it all they remembered their lines and her hair did look loverly!

Yes I know what you’re thinking!  And the little one said…….

Well picture this, can you take Rose with you when you go to Fone-a-frame?  Of course she can come.  Rose loves the trip to the framing company we use.  They’re far away but it’s an adventure for her and they love seeing her, that is when she’s awake.  Unfortunately for Rose she often falls asleep on the journey and missed the whole thing.

This trip is no different to any other trip.  On the way she’s all chatty until we turn the corner into their road and she’s off.  Out like a light. Snoring.

When I get back she’s still asleep so I put her into bed with my wife and Violet who’ve taken the opportunity to have an afternoon nap.

I wish I’d had a camera!  The three of them asleep in the bed.  That really would’ve been one for the album!