Saturday, March 20, 2010

...you can't catch me...

What I really needed to do this weekend was rest up and play with my son. What I actually ended up doing was going on a Reebok PR jaunt to trial the new Reetone shoes. I wasn't planning on blogging about this today but after 45 minutes walking around in them, my legs are killing me.

The first thing the spud said to me when I got home wasn't "Hello Mummy" it was "Let's make gingerbread!". I keep forgetting that he's not a goldfish, he has a memory like a steel trap and even though we've not made gingerbread for ages, he's clearly spent some time selecting this activity from the list of possible tarifs I might usefully be expected to pay out.

What I love is how things like this show changes in him; last time he was content to stamp out shapes and claw them, broken, to the biscuit tray. Now he carefully wiggles the cutter until he's got the dough out intact - or he did until I made the critical error of letting him eat a broken bit of dough. The next half a dozen biscuits he cut out were, sadly, broken.

I learned something else about him today which is that he has entered the magical world of swearing; apparently I am a poo face with a bum-bum on it. What I learned about me is that I still think this is actually quite funny. We made a few poo-shaped dough-balls and then he ate them. I went 'eugh' a lot and he killed himself laughing.

After we baked them we all sat down and scarfed back a bucket-load of gingerbread and then I magicked some dinner into him and put him in the bath where he spent some time pretending to do poos and cracking up.

I've been looking at my computer for several minutes now trying to work out a funny closing line but my legs hurt, my tummy hurts and I rather think I need to drag myself into bed next to my nice warm frog.

Night night.

13 comments:

cactus petunia said...

I remember the potty humor! And it sounds as if a good time was had by all.

That's Not My Age said...

Hello poo face with a bum-bum on it - just found your blog! I look forward to hearing more about the child with 'a memory like a steel trap' (love it) and the scary Reetone shoes.

Sparx said...

Cactus - the thing about potty humour is that it's pretty universal, hey?

That's Not My Age - Hello and welcome! There will always be more about the spud in this blog... and potentially the shoes as well if they keep bashing me about the bottom the way they did yesterday.

New Mummy said...

It was very nice to meet you yesterday. My legs are killing me today!

Have the insults yet to come from BG

Potty Mummy said...

So how are your legs today? And don't worry; your answer won't influence my purchase decision; I'm highly unlikely to buy those instruments of torture in the first place...

Glowstars said...

Good to meet you yesterday. Kids are definitely more like elephants than goldfish¬

Sparx said...

New Mummy - ah there you are, went looking for you today! My legs are killing me - I wore them again today, argh.

Potty Mummy - yup, killing me. They're obviously doing something!

Glowstars - lovely to meet you too - popped by your blog today but got interrupted by a nagging toddler before I managed to comment! Definitely elephants, not goldfish indeed....

驚訝 said...

人因夢想而偉大,要堅持自己的理想哦!........................................

rosiescribble said...

Oh I'm regularly called a poo face, you'll have many more years of that! Hope you are enjoying your trainers. I was invited to the event but it was too far to travel. Should still be getting all the gear though - excited!

Sparx said...

Rosie - oh brilliant. Shame you missed the event, would have been lovely to meet you. Prepare for the trainers, I'm wearing them all the time at the moment and there is definitely something 'going on' with my leg muscles...

Muddling Along Mummy said...

Love the image if a memory like a steel trap! Mine is just the same - there is no getting one over on her

Shopgirl said...

I found you!!! :))

Lovely to meet you on Saturday - I have been trying to wear the trainers every day - to walk to and from work but also don't want to get them ruined in the horrible Welsh rain!!

Love the blog and spud's adventures!

xx

Sparx said...

Muddling along - it's so true though...!!

Shopgirl! I've just come back to read the old comments and found you - was looking for you with no luck!