Showing posts with label Twitter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Twitter. Show all posts

Friday, June 20, 2014

Whiling Away The Time

We've not been up to too much of interest lately. Lots of reading, bike riding, and duplo-building. A Fathers' Day outing back to The Vyne, planning a walking holiday in Cornwall (!!!), and coming to the sad realisation that we have long to wait before the next season of GoT. But don't just take my word for it! ...Or, do take my word for it...along with some pictures, because that's what I've got to share with you!

A picturesque Fathers' Day
My other engineering genius.



Basically every other afternoon for the past fortnight
has been these two wheeling around our carpark.






5 months old and already a champion on the swings








Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Finding the Good

If Twitter were a person, I'd shake its hand. It's a bit like my town crier: an informant on the goings-on of the outside world. In the age of social media, Twitter is my equivalent of sitting at the kitchen table of a morning with a hot mug of coffee, reading the daily newspaper. Considering I've only read an actual physical newspaper once in the past 6 months, that's sort of a big deal. And it came up in conversation recently.

In an entirely un-serious attempt to out-adult each other last night, my sister and I exchanged exclamations of our grown-up activities, tit for tat:

V: I have a savings account, and a line of credit. I'm going to a freaking RETIREMENT COUNSELING session on Thursday!‏ That's what I do with my days off.‏ I go to financial planning classes.‏

Me: I have two kids and can't sit cross-legged on the floor for as long any more!‏ I found a white hair once...my knees get stiff. I'm no longer fighting acne, but using an under-eye moisturizer at night.‏ I enjoy Twitter because it helps me keep up with current events.

V: I'm getting a subscription to The Economist.‏ And I donate to public radio.‏

Me: I donate to children's hospitals.

V:  I'm taking up quilting.‏ I am OFFICIALLY our mother‏.

Me: ‎Shopping with coupons, sorting the laundry before throwing it in the machine, FOLDING the laundry when it comes out of the dryer.‏

V: I have a banker.‏ I have a banker that I call when I want to do things with my money.‏

Anyway...you get the idea. But here's the thing: that mention of Twitter was legitimate. Sure, I use it to make jokes about being a mum and to post that video of Benedict Cumberbatch on Sesame Street, but I follow people for the interesting news stories. Just take a gander at some of the specimens of human awesomeness I've found thanks to social media:







I do love the things I find to read online. Anyone else found something inspiring or thought-provoking to check out lately?

Monday, October 28, 2013

The Lazy Girl's Guide to Birthdays

A week when you're seven months pregnant and watching your toddler alone because your husband is out of the country on business is not an ideal week to plan and prep for a birthday party. Especially not when you've had no motivation to even settle on a theme for the previous month. So what did I do? Settled on a few projects, kept the guest list small, and never turned down an offer of help.

My big project was going to be the cake. Given E's current obsession with Thomas the Tank Engine, I thought a train theme was the one to finally settle on, and his favourite engine at the moment is Percy. The Husband managed to talk me into a 3D cake rather than a simple sheet cake silhouette, so I decided to run with it.

In the spirit of keeping it simple, I bought a Swiss roll, two boxes of Betty Crocker red velvet mix, two boxes of cream cheese icing, and a few tubes of writing icing and food dye. On Tuesday night, I baked my two lots of cake mix: one in a flat 9x12" tin and the other in a small loaf tin. Once they were out and cooled, they were wrapped in cling film and put in the freezer.

Wednesday night brought another project as I took a break from the cake: hanging streamers. After a brief and unsuccessful quest to find crepe paper streamers at a local store, I decided to make it easier on myself and just order things online.



So, with E in bed and Simon Pegg saving Gloucestershire in the background, I got my streamers hung from the ceiling. The next afternoon saw the balloons inflated and hung so that, by Thursday night, I was ready to crack on with the cake.

With all the separate cakes frozen, it was easy to get straight lines when I cut the pieces I needed without creating too many crumbs in the process. Then, it was time to quickly spread on the crumb coating: just enough icing to catch most of the crumbs and stick everything together. Finally, assembled, the whole thing went back into the fridge to be properly frosted and decorated on Friday night.

That's when things started to go downhill. The red dye for the bottom of the cake worked a treat, but the green dye that I needed for most of the cake made the frosting incredibly runny. There was washing on and the kitchen was getting hot: drips and dribbles of green frosting kept sliding down the sides of the cake all over the places I didn't want them to go. The whole thing was quickly becoming a gloopy mess, so I shoved it in the fridge to help everything set. Still no good. So, after half an hour of trying to salvage everything while the cake stayed in the fridge, I opted for more drastic measures and popped it in the freezer.

The freezer was just the trick: the frosting set enough for me to tidy the earlier drips and smudges without much fuss, and the writing icing for Percy's stripes and the roof of the cab stopped running as well. On Saturday morning I got everything touched up and then printed off a face on cardstock to finish the look.

We kept the rest of the decorations simple: a level crossing into the living room, a railroad sign on the closet, and a 'Snack Station' complete with two platforms for the two-year-old birthday boy. I did find, though, that by Saturday, I had a bit more energy than I'd expected, so with the Husband back to help, I left the tidying and gift bag assembly to him and decided to have a go at doing the individual seven-layer dips from The Girl Who Ate Everything. They were a huge hit!
The original: via The Girl Who Ate Everything
My attempt: not too bad.
The difference? I was too lazy to make pico de gallo and this household doesn't eat olives, so we technically had six layers instead of seven. Plus, I made proper taco meat as one layer using my own homemade taco seasoning recipe.

So, all the family (minus one brother-in-law who's over in the States at the moment) and E's BFF and her mum came round to ours for nibbles, cake, and a chance to let the toddlers run wild. My mother-in-law offered to bring crips, cake, and quiche pinwheels, which I gratefully accepted; my lovely sister-in-law Rachel brought biscuits; and Angus & Emily brought some scrummy doughnuts. This padded out our own offerings nicely since I had Organix snacks for the kids, the seven-layer dips, some frozen spring rolls that we popped into the oven, and drinks.

The kids are all a bit too little for games, so they just ran around and played with E's toys. We let them watch one or two episodes of Sarah & Duck in the slower moments of the day, and that kept them fairly happy. All in all, I'd call the day a success.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Vicarious Tourism: The Look Out

Today, I thought it would be a good day to properly start getting out of the house. I'd originally had all sorts of grand plans involving a car drive across the M25...those got scuppered in the end.



In the end, after an impromptu Pro/Con list (i.e. sitting in bed counting on my fingers at 11:30 last night), I decided that in the contest of the Science Museum versus The Look Out, that the latter came out the winner. Don't get me wrong, I love an excuse opportunity to go to London, but this was closer, cost just as much as the day's parking, and would give us more time in the venue of choice as we wouldn't have such a long drive. When you're taking an afternoon trip after a Skype date with your husband, you have to factor in these sorts of things.


Mama & E in the mini market. #IDidThisAsAKidToo

So, we hopped in the car and skipped over to Bracknell to check The Look Out...um, out. To be honest, I'm really glad we went: the whole thing was brilliant.

What's a DIY job without a bit of demolition?
The 'build a house' play area that they have is fantastic. The 'house' is just big enough for little kids to climb in, and they can go up to the first floor and work on putting plastic shingles on a section of the roof. E liked it more, though, when he was taking all of the carefully placed shingles off and sending them back down the shute to the box below. To be fair, he worked out really quickly which slot was for the conveyor belt that brought shingles up and which one was for sending them back down again. We also had fun building walls with the giant Lego-style blocks and letting him ride around on the push-pedal diggers.

After climbing back out of the Lego bins, a proud boy
stands with his wall.
After that, it was off to the Hands-On Science exhibits. E's first love here may have been the ping pong balls in a funnel. Sort of like the old coin races you could find at the mall...but with ping pong balls. Oh, and jazzed up so as to be labeled a black hole simulator. I may or may not have made several Neil deGrasse Tyson references while he played with that for 20 minutes...

As you can see, we also had a moment trying to reenact that scene from Big where Tom Hanks and Robert Loggia play the big keyboard in F.A.O Schwarz. ...Okay, so maybe that was just me trying to reenact that scene, but I defy any child of the '80s not to think of that movie as soon as they see a giant floor keyboard. #babiesofthe80s

Then, we moved on to the Bernoulli blower, which E loved. He thought it was the best thing that the ball would 'fly' all on its own in the wind. We spent a lot of time chasing it down when he'd yank it from the air. Of course, by the end of playing with it, he mastered the art of getting the inflatable globe back into the air stream so that it could float patiently waiting for the next kid to come and fiddle with it.

Another nostalgia moment for me? In the toddlers' section, they had a mini market. I have vague memories and good pictures of me - at the same age - playing in something similar in the town where my sister was born in Virginia. So, of course, I had to entice E over to have a look and play. Whereas I was always more interested in the toy fruit and veg, E's love was the till with its fake money. It took some convincing to make him put it back.
Vicariously reliving my childhood. Isn't that what kids are for?
We ended the trip with another round in the build-a-house play station and then popped into the gift shop to let him choose a toy. With a little money from his great-grandparents (his grandmother's mum & dad), we searched the shop and let him pick out a wind-up toy dump truck to bring home. He's already decided that it's got Bob the Builder sitting in the front.

So that was a fantastic day out for us. I'm sure we could have stayed for ages longer had we gotten there earlier, but E was fairly satisfied with the 2 hours we spent in the end. Besides, now I know it's worth coming back with multiple rugrats in tow in the future. 2 years seems to be just the right age to really enjoy enough of this place to make the trip worth your while. It's hard for me to gauge how a younger kid would fare...I'm starting to forget just what sort of attention span E used to have before now.

So, The Look Out. Good fun close by and for the equivalent of a day's parking in London. When you're not up for the drive into the city, you can't say fairer than that.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Life On Our Own

We are Husband-less this week.  My charming partner in crime is flying out to the States - again - on business - again - and won't rejoin us until the morning of E's birthday. So I have been making plans and lists and frozen pizza in an attempt to puzzle out just how I, err... we will cope.

Learning to fly.
Last night involved lots of staying up late for all three of us (though E most definitely was not up until 1am, like Yours Truly, or until 3am, like Husband), and many a foot ride before bedtime stories. E would not be satiated in his desire to keep being boosted into the air. 'Fwy! Fwy! Fwyyyyyyyy!' (Or, 'fly, fly!' for those of you who have mastered pronunciation of the letter L.) He yelled this gleefully for half an hour, begging to be put back on Daddy's feet so he could wobble, flap his arms like wings, and talk about aeroplanes and penguins...the Oliver Jeffers kind who fly when propelled from circus cannon.

Just relaxing, playing with some trains.
Today involved strategic viewing of Thomas the Tank Engine, a bit of shopping, and play group. Really, play group meant 'getting a snack and keeping the other kids away from his train track', but it was a good time. On weeks like this, I'm all about what gets us out of the house. I get to see other mums, E can interact with other kids, and we even got to play with a busted pumpkin today. Yes, it was on purpose for one of those toddler sensory experiences that no official play group is complete without.

Makes you think about the Batmobile in a whole new light...
The evening was taken up with a bath, a repeat viewing of Cars 2 over pizza and hash browns, play time, stories, and bed. I keep it classy here, people. Though honestly: I'm 7 months pregnant and watching a 2-year-old by myself for a week...I'm not doing anything I don't have to do. Cooking, much as I love it, is at the top of that list. Especially since I'll be prepping for E's birthday party on Saturday afternoon. Oh yeah. Look forward to seeing how that unfolds. (Seriously, scope my Twitter...I'm sure I'll be sending updates from the cake-baking trenches.)

Once E was in bed, though, I did enjoy some quiet time to myself. A few podcasts while tidying the kitchen, some blog reading in the living room. I contemplated a game of Portal, but the updates took too long to load. What caught my weary eye?







via, Dig Haushizzle
This gorgeous antique dough bowl from Dig Haushizzle looks pretty snazzy. I have nowhere to put it, but I'd cuddle it like a newborn if I could.

via, Spoonflower
Also, I've had my free sample of this fabric from Candyjoyce on Spoonflower for ages. I want to hang it in my bathroom, but first I'd like a fun 5x7 or 8x10 print to go with it. Any thoughts?

For the rest of the week? Getting together with friends, some local sightseeing, scoping out a new baby shop, and birthday party prep! Stay tuned here, on Instagram, and on Twitter...you know, in case you're interested in that sort of thing.