Could I have some Tomato Sauce with that please?

I must admit, I am a Tomato Sauce (ketchup) girl. I could pretty much add it to any meal before I would consider using another sauce. Macaroni cheese just isn't the same without a dash or rather a dollop of good old tomato sauce. I do however have to draw the line somewhere, I suppose, like today for example; we arrive home from school and fluff requests a peanut butter sandwich, no problem. As I am about to add the finishing touches to the gourmet sarmie, Fluff tells me to add tomato sauce.....huh?

"No, sweetie" I reply, holding down the urge to reflux right at that moment, "Peanut butter and tomato sauce just don't go together."

"O.K." she says, "Can you just put it on the side and I will dip the bread in?"

The urge to gag returns. " Caley girl, please, tomato sauce and peanut butter sarmies just don't go together."

Thank goodness, the conversation did end there and she sauntered off to munch on her lunch.

Although I am quite prepared to give any food item a reason to be enhanced by my favourite condiment, I'm not sure I am going to give this one a try. Excuse me, the urge to gag has returned again.

Building a life

Something that has been on my mind ever since my "big boy" turned 7 on Saturday and I can't seem to shake it. I have heard it mentioned more than once that the first 7 years of a child's life is considered to be their "foundation" years and all the values, or not, and the "base elements" if you could call them that, are instilled and in some cases drilled into a child in their first 7 years.
I find myself recollecting all life's required skills and values and wonder if I have have taught enough, loved enough and helped him learn enough to be grounded for life. It's sort of like laying the foundations for a building, without any architectural plans or design and if you miss something or add in too little or too much of any particular ingredient, well sooner or later the rest of the building will collapse, not the ideal thought really for a first time builder!!

So basically, I've been asking myself the following questions; have I drilled or instilled, which ever method you chose, the correct and the necessary life skills in these crucial 7 years that will ground him for life? Have I laid the foundations correctly or am I constructing a building that could ultimately collapse because I haven't developed the foundations properly? What do I do if I have missed something life altering? Is it too late now to fix it?

As you can see this is something that is actually beginning to stress me out a bit. I would like to believe, please let me believe, that the foundations can be adjusted and moulded correctly and accordingly as we build our soon to be "towers of virtue and morality" and that they will be the sweet little angels and upstanding citizens that we all aspire them to be.

Happy Birthday Kade

Birthday boy's breakfast order:

7 flackjaps and chocolate sauce. YUM












Check the smile on that face. A cool bicycle for his birthday. "WOW, just what I wanted."

















Lunch at Panarotti's with his friends followed by a fun game of ten pin bowling.


















What a great day. Happy Birthday Big boy.

Play dating on line

Madam Fluff: "Mom, please can I go play at Jacquies house after school?"

Me: "I first have to ask his Mom, Sweet Pea."

Madam fluff: "But I asked her already at Jean's Party and she said yes."

Me: "I need to speak to her and find out what day is convenient for her to have you over."

Madam Fluff: "Why don't you phone her now and ask her?"

Me: "Sweetie, I don't have her phone number, I will have to try and find it and then I will give her a call and ask her."

Madam Fluff: "Well Mom, why don't you just e-mail her?"

Me: "Hhmm" speechless...........

What about now?

Errors in my verbal garbage

Clearly, my writing/typing/story telling techniques are failing miserably. This has absolutely sweet nothing to do with the fact that my fingers are practically frozen stiff and that my ability to type resembles that of a poor soul who has broken all ten fingers and is uncomfortably attempting to master a keyboard with all digits in casts and splints, but more to do with the fact that I have a secret proof reader hidden in my PC that seems to believe that what I have been attempting to express over the last few days has been nothing short of verbal garbage and as a result you have spent the last 10 days watching little Snuggle Bug sleeping peacefully on the sofa.

Imagine my frustration when every page that I have masterfully...HA HA HA...put together over the past few days has posted as ERROR and just wouldn't upload or download or load, whatever, you get the idea. While I have been tapping away awkwardly in an attempt to get my 2 cents out there, my little proof reader is thinking; crap, garbage, can't believe she is going to tell the world that, what the hell is she thinking there is no way I am going to justify that with the time and space required to upload it and spits out a big fat error message.

Well, little proof reader hiding in my PC, this is for you, lets see what you do with this little slice of masterfully created garbage.

Quiet please, beauty sleep in progress.

Poor Bug was desperately trying to get some peace and quiet so that he could catch up on an afternoon nap.
Well, I guess we can give him points here for improvising. Five minutes, perhaps not even, and he was lights out.
Mom's cutie little Snuggle Bug.