('Dad on his bike at the traffic lights on a sunny day' by Ollie. It has a Quentin Blake quality that I love.)
Will: (after Lolsie lucked out with a piece of chicken that fell off the lunch table) It's raining chicken! Lola's dream scenario. What would your dream rain be?
Me: (without hesitation) red wine!
Will: gin and tonic!
Max: remote controlled hydraulic excavators!
Max: (when he was sitting with the dogs and didn't know I was listening) Ugh Lola... YOU STINK!
Max: (looking straight up Ollie's nose with a look of absolute disgust) I can see BOOGERS! Crusty boogers! All up in your nose!
Ollie: oh pleeeaase, can someone make me the foooood?!
Ollie: oh look, hugo's walking like a human!
Ollie: oh look mum, hugo's drinking like a little boy!
Max: (while I was cooking dinner for me and Will after the boys had gone to bed) Can we have what you're having?
Me: Sure - tomorrow?
Max: it smells like VOMIT
Max: It will taste nice though. It just smells like vomit.
Max: (completely seriously) Mum, do the words 'burp' and 'fart' rhyme?
Me: What's your favourite flavour?
Ollie: All of them. All flavours. In fact all flavours from all countries... but not Greece... I don't like Greece... (thinks for a moment)... What's Greece?
Ollie: "At kindy, Harry Legg* showed us this trick where you punch yourself in the penis and then say 'ooh, my nuts'."
(followed by demonstrations and lots of giggling).
(*apparently that IS his real name)
Ollie (upon hearing Kylie whilst listening to a compilation of music that included Pavement, Joy Division, The Carpenters, Pixies, Red Hot Chillies and Fire Island Pines): Oh this is the BEST song for doing Lego to (he then rushed over and starting doing Lego)
I'm married to a loving husband and together we are the parents of three dear little boys. There are two sausage dogs too. This is the journal of the things we do, the food we eat, the stuff I think about, and a story of the day to day. May it help me be the best wife and mama that I can possibly be.