Thursday, February 24, 2011

I Am So Smart...S-M-R-T...

Isabella: Liz, are dads smarter than mums?
Me: No. What makes you ask?
Isabella: Because Matthew just said that mums are smarter than dads.


(Big pause for me to turn my back and grin like a fool.)


Me: The truth is that mums and dads are both smart, just at different things.
Matthew: Mummy, you're smarter than Daddy, right? Except at parking. And starting the lawn mower.
Me: Um....yes. Something like that....




Genius Girl and Mr. Smartypants


From the Trenches...

Matthew: Let's play Scooby-Doo! I'll be Shaggy, because I'm hungry!

Isabella: I wanna be Daphne.

Luke: Freddy's not scared of anything. I want to be Freddy.

Matthew: Then you have to be in love with Isabella.

Luke: Why?

Isabella: Because Freddy's in love with Daphne.

Luke: No, Freddy's scared of Daphne.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Joining the Social Media Revolution...One Baby Step At a Time...

After worrying that what little time I SHOULD be spending doing other things (like raising the children, cleaning the toilet or having sex) will be spent online, I have joined Twitter.

I am a bit lost, a LOT confused but cannot curb the giddy sensation of having joined the party. If I were a preteen with a cool older sister who lent me her clothes and invited me to a high school party, this is how it would feel!

How long, I wonder, will it take for me to begin thinking in 140 characters instead of status updates?

Friday, February 18, 2011

Who They Might Become (or: Waiting for Spring...)


This is how life looks when the sun comes out to play on a winter's day in Canada:





 This is how it looks when I glimpse what and who they might become:









Thursday, February 17, 2011

Bieber Fever?

Tonight's Facebook status update:

Elizabeth...is listening to Matthew and Isabella play "Justin Bieber":


Matthew: Baby, Baby, Baby, Ooooohhhhhh!!!

Isabella: I'm your girlfriend, right? We sleep in the same bed.

Matthew: No we don't. Mummy, do girlfriends and boyfriends sleep in the same bed?

Me: No, they don't Matthew. They sleep separately.



I shall go to Hell for the lies that I tell, but at least I will die laughing!