Diego the irresponsible oaf
Just spent the last 10 minutes looking for baby jaguar, and I have only been out of bed for 10 minutes
I assured Molly that he would turn up, that he had just gone for a walk, but she was adamant and a full rescue party was to be mounted.
My first and gut instinct was that he may have been extracted from his jungle romps with Diego and Dora by the much feared giant material extractor from the sky.
Having sufficiently shaken the vacuum cleaner for evidence of the little people, and having satisfied myself they were not to be found in such a monstrous place the search resumed in earnest around the landing party of Peppa pig and Danny dog.
A delicate situation was unfolding.
Having only recently recovered from the disappearance of Danny Dog, after his two day away mission in the dusty realm of sub sofa prime, we checked to see if they had news of the errant feline.
From their now elevated position Peppa, Danny and little George could survey the mass wastelands known to many as Chaotic space, or to few as the lounge, and a glimmer of hope was observed on the face of George.
Across the realm, in the distance could be seen the Nirvana-esque dwelling known as the animal rescue center, and strolling around the back balcony was baby jaguar. He wasn’t lost at all, he had been home all along.
Order has been restored to chaotic space for now, but a massive paddy wave is approaching, and is likely to shred the very fabric of reality itself.
The plight of the Jaguar
January 18th, 2008
October 17, 2007
Mayhem Away
So Jodi and I are off to Palma in Majorca in a few weeks for a long weekend away, and last night was a preparatory measure leaving Molly with my mum and dad for the day and night. Now she will be three years old just after Christmas and is at last of an age where negotiation is an option. She often has naps during the day at Nana’s house, but wakes, and is collected to return home with mummy, thus far a pattern has been set. The routine so firmly embedded into our daily ritual is second nature. With dinner.
Audio of Molly’s reaction to a typical dinner
you may understand why we were concerned for the sanity of parents. bath play, much madness in-between and to bed time a story. It was Missing cat for a long time (Missy CaT,) but we have now moved on to the monster book of mr. men.
So to this point we thought all being well, no tantrums and sleep to follow. Only now the 3am episode of “juice Mummy Mummmmy Want juice, or can’t find Babits, which translated is blanket, lost forever under her pillow. She has faithfully carried babits around since she was a nipper, as though the world might end if they were to become separated. She certainly isn’t loosing it now to the night time shadows. Anyway to cut this story short for I have tv to watch, she played she slept, was the perfect little angel, woke happily in the night once for a little drink and then again to sleep.
Sad thing is we still crept round quietly closing doors half the evening, Molly’s first night away and we didn’t even crack the alc just fearing the call, the night call when all is quiet.
October 16th, 2007