Bits and bobs.

Yesterday I took Rory to 'visit Santa' at the mall.  This is the first year her has really got the idea of Santa and he seemed keen to go visit, but as the others had done in pervious years, I thought he may change his tune once we arrived.  This was him waiting for his turn, looking non too impressed with their fake snow...

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Oh and the Santa Hat?  He insisted on wearing it to match Santa. He had no fear of Santa - was as good as gold (just like his mum).

 You know what is on Rory's Christmas list?

An Elmo (please shoot me but he's getting it), a cookie monster (ditto) and a HUG!

Mmmm.

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Paddy is making (?) his first Communion next year and tomorrow is 1st Reconciliation.  They have been practising hard at school.  He was talking about it in the car on the way home.  He has two or three 'sins' he is going to pick from (?!)  and at least one will be to do with Bee (well there's a surprise).

"I don't know which Priest I will get", he explained, "a lot depends on the weather" he went on.

"How can it depend on the weather?" I asked.

"Well a couple of them are not fans of the ice, so if it's icy tomorrow they won't risk it so they won't come."

Mmmm.  There you have it. (must be old Priests I am guessing).

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They are all getting ready for their 'Christmas Programs' at school.  And we have instructions of what they should wear for their evening performances.  Paddy gave me his letter as I picked him up tonight and he was surrounded by his friends.  Reading through it, the letter said they could wear 'dark pants or a skirt.'

"Do you want to wear a skirt then or the dark pants, Paddy?" I teased.  "Moooooom!" he said through gritted teeth.  His friends looked at me as though my 'accent' was not the only issue I have going on.

Apparently they both (Paddy and Bee) need to wear black ties on the night.  I asked hubby (sick in bed with Man Flu) how many black ties he has.  One apparently.  Then explained I'd have to get another as both of them need it for the same night.

"They're not bloody having mine!  It's Hermes!" he croaked.  Target here I come (like I need an excuse)...

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Mac is still playing up a little - but not as much.  Two nights of him going to bed at 6pm ("If you're going to act like a baby, you can go to bed at a baby's time too") have helped.  He also knows that if he keeps getting into trouble at school, he will not get to go to his friend's birthday party.  But we bought the presents yesterday just in case - a Transformer and a truck.  Today, Mac informed me that we need to re-think the presents...

Mac "Dex's dad says he is only allowed one present - not two - so I was thinking that maybe I should have the Transformer and we just give Dex the truck."

Me "Oh I'm not sure about that Mac, I mean you haven't been behaving very well this week, have you?  I certainly don't think that you would be getting the Transformer..."

Mac (huge sigh) "Oh ok then.  Dex can have the Transformer, and I'll just have the truck then."

He was serious too!  This is so not what I meant!

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Went to Pilates today.  I hear what she is saying, I just can't get the directions to the right body parts.  It seems.  Hubby and I have the same Pilates teacher - but we go at different times.  So she knows us both.  I chat a lot (no shit Sherlock) ...as a way to fill the hour rather than just the exercises.... 

Today we were talking about my birthday.

Teacher; "Has Hubby got you anything really nice for your birthday?"

Me; "I don't know.  I have dropped him hints, but so far he has only asked me if I want nude photos of him."

Teacher; 'Whaaaaaaaaat?" .........lots of laughter follows.....

Me; "I said no, of course."

Teacher; "Of course?"  (pause). "Was he serious?"

Me; "Probably." (pause).  "I think I'd rather have a toaster oven......"

(More laughter from both of us).

I don't want or need a toaster oven.  So not sure why I said this.  Nor do I want or need nude photos of Hubby.  I mentioned this conversation to him in passing tonight... (NOT the toaster oven part - just the nude photos offer part).

"You said WHAT?' he yelled..... "Oh my God, mumof4.... what on earth did you say THAT for?" he went on (and on and on...)

"It just sort of came out...." I smirked.

"Well I won't be able to show my face there tomorrow, will I?"

(I chuckled silently).

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End of bits and bobs.....