The Gallery: Red

It's the little things most of the time. Sometimes the tiny things. Well, we were making a gift for a family member, all the children had to draw or paint something, it would be compiled and put into on of those keepsake gift books. Mojo was 5 months old, highly unlikely I was going to let her loose with felt tip pens or with paint.

So the next best thing?

  

So, I decided to paint her very tiny 5 month old foot with a bright red paint. After getting it succesfully on to the paper, I also managed to get it on my jumper, table, her clothes and a wall on the way up to the bath.

I love this picture. Tony red foot.

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Silent Sunday

Those three words, ILUFFJOO

This may also be known in mother circles as 'iluffjoo'. That is how it sounds isn't it, when they say it, when those three beautiful and breath-taking words fall out of their perfect heart shaped mouths.

She speaks a lot does our Mojo. Her vocab is good, her motor skills are ridiculous and her emotional development is a treat to watch, the smiles and full body wiggling when Mr M is home, the hugs when she is happy, the sad face when she is being naughty and so on, the small things that make her Mojo. She has been making the 'mmmmwah' noise for kisses for about 4 months now, walking since she was 11 months and can sing many, many incoherent songs.

She hasn't overcome anything. No disorders of any kind, no severe illness and I haven't dropped her once - not even once! I am just proud. I think all parents should be. You don't have to be the best in the world and always win, equally you don't have to overcome extream difficulty to be special, you really don't, and the thing that makes you special is you. (Say that bit out loud, I did, just to check how it sounds). It sounded cheese filled. But if you're seriously going to tell me you don't wish to instil in your children that, no matter what, they are special then get the fark off my blog, really. This isn't the place for you.

So, I was walking by the girls room, just doing the chores of motherhood - moving one pile of crap to another area - Eldest jumped out from behind the door 'LOVE YOU 70 50 THOUSAND' - I like it, that is a lot to be loved... I am not sure how my pasty doughy self can accommodate that much love. So I bark back in my usual fashion 'LOVE YOU TOO'... then it happened.

Mojo makes a length run across the room and says 'c'meer'. So I do, I drop my pile of crap and go over. That is when it happened. She looked my right in the eye and screamed in my face ' ILUFFJOO' followed by a manic cackle, being gifted with a plastic burger bun and a finger up my nose.

I am sure I'm not the only one to fall in to a puddle of mess after the first 'I Love You'. Right? You did too? 

In case you're not sure how cheeky she now looks here, this one is for free:

ILUFFJOO.

Funny family quirks.

I have been thinking a lot recently, about a lot of things. It happens to us all I think. There are times where you sit and ponder, not about big important things. But about things that matter to you. Family, health, work. The small things to other people but the building blocks of who you are a as a person.

 I was sitting in the girls room on th floor with a sock and a plastic cabbage on my head, a crocodile pupped on my right hand and a plastic carrot in my left hand. I was being fed a plastic egg covered in dribble by Mojo and at the same time being serenaded by Eldest. A thought popped into my head.

I wonder how many parents are doing something equally peculiar.

I sing this song after dinner 

I know it's not cool but they love it! And I also remix it and add this one in ....

As soon as I start the SNAAAAAKKKEEEEEE Mojo starts clapping her hands and yelling SNAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS It's fun.

We do our own version of the Harlem Shake. It's the most stupid thing you'll ever see, unless you've seen me marching along to one of the last videos. The Harlem Shake in our version consists of Eldest bouncing aound and me and Mojo standing still, then as the beat drops Mojo starts swinging around like a crazed ape and stamping her feet yelling 'WOOOOOOOOO', this can go on for a very long time.  It's also super fun.

Next up, is of course Gangnam Style. But, we are geeky, we don't just do this to the track, oh no. We have The Transforms for support.

Eldest has a saying 'see you when the egg cracks'this is how she says 'I'll see you in the morning'.

Instead of 'I love you million' I get 'I love you 50 20 72'. That is a big number when you're 6. I will take it. The first time she ever replied to 'Love you millions' she said 'Love you with all my onions too'. I can't tell if it's an improvement.

Mojo has taken to chanting around the house. A few of the more recent ones include..

'Moooooommmmmyyyyy die, die die die die die dieeeemmmooooooommm' - I don't like that one
'Wheeereeeeesssdddadddddyyyyyywheeressssdaddy' - Usually while hitting Eldest with a box.
'Bejus, Bejus BEBUSSSS' - This is actually supposed to be Jesus (original story, I said Oh Jesus at the table, Mr M started singing 'Jeeeesussss, oh Jeesssusss' and now she chants it while clapping her hands)

Mr M did a dance and I wish I could share the video... He was dancing around singing 'Do what you wanna dooo, do whatcha ned to dooooo' then started taking his cothes off. The video isn't suitable for anyone.

 Not even me without a few gins down my spout.

So I thought I'd take a minute and share some of our latest quirks with you all, feel free to share yours too!