It never ceases to amaze me what little sponges my children are, and what comes out of their beautiful little mouths sometimes.
Today at lunch time the girls were sitting at the table waiting for me to bring the food out from the kitchen. I'd spilled something and it was taking me a minute to get everything in the right bowl/plate/cup, etc. Aware that they were waiting, I said "I'm just fixing up the plates, it will be ready very soon."
My kind, sweet, happy go lucky, three year old Miss F replied,
"Yeah right. I'll just be sitting here not kidding myself."
So kewl!
I love street theatre. I enjoy watching it but mainly I get a kick out of performing - and I especially love an unsuspecting audience.
I saw this video recently and just had to share it.
How bizarre would that be as a commuter, and how awesome would it be as a performer?!
Before I had children I did a lot of these 'pranks'. Sometimes alone, but usually in a group. There were about 15 of us 'regulars' and we used to spend our weekends tormenting the general public. We took great delight in planning our acts. Some of them were meant to make a statement - others were purely for the fun of it. There's something disturbingly satisfying about freaking people out.
Often our performances weren't meant to be loud or in your face. In fact most of the time we found subtlety held the greatest power. Like "Attack of the Clones", which took place at McDonald's on a busy Saturday afternoon.
We entered gradually and inconspicuously in groups of 2 and 3. We each ordered a small coke and fries, sat down - spacing ourselves out amongst the other customers - and took a newspaper out of our bag. Once we were all seated, we began doing everything in perfect unison.
I saw this video recently and just had to share it.
How bizarre would that be as a commuter, and how awesome would it be as a performer?!
Before I had children I did a lot of these 'pranks'. Sometimes alone, but usually in a group. There were about 15 of us 'regulars' and we used to spend our weekends tormenting the general public. We took great delight in planning our acts. Some of them were meant to make a statement - others were purely for the fun of it. There's something disturbingly satisfying about freaking people out.
Often our performances weren't meant to be loud or in your face. In fact most of the time we found subtlety held the greatest power. Like "Attack of the Clones", which took place at McDonald's on a busy Saturday afternoon.
We entered gradually and inconspicuously in groups of 2 and 3. We each ordered a small coke and fries, sat down - spacing ourselves out amongst the other customers - and took a newspaper out of our bag. Once we were all seated, we began doing everything in perfect unison.
Turn the page
Sip of coke
Take a fry
Pause
Eat the fry
Pause
Turn the page
Sip of coke
Take a fry
Pause
Eat the fry
Pause
Sip of coke
Take a fry
Pause
Eat the fry
Pause
Turn the page
Sip of coke
Take a fry
Pause
Eat the fry
Pause
Over and over, everyone moving in sync although seemingly unconnected. Very occasionally someone would ask us what we were doing. We would simply answer, "Enjoying the weekend", whilst still repeating pattern...
Turn the page
Sip of coke
Take a fry
Pause
Eat the fry
Pause
Then, one by one...
Check the time
"Oh my gosh!"
Close the paper
Exit
These days, the closest I get to street theatre is watching one (or all) of the kewl girls throw a massive wobbly in the middle of the footpath.
Strangely enough, this gets much the same audience reaction.
Turn the page
Sip of coke
Take a fry
Pause
Eat the fry
Pause
Then, one by one...
Check the time
"Oh my gosh!"
Close the paper
Exit
These days, the closest I get to street theatre is watching one (or all) of the kewl girls throw a massive wobbly in the middle of the footpath.
Strangely enough, this gets much the same audience reaction.
The Six Word Memoir Meme
I've been "roped in" for a meme.
This one means I am to:
1. Write a six word memoir and post it on your blog.
2. Add a picture if you wish.
3. Link to the person who tagged you.
4. Tag 4 or 5 others, with links, to keep it going.
5. Leave a comment for the ones you tag with an invitation to play.
6. And link to the original post about the Six Word Memoir meme.
Thanks Jeanie in Paradise - For the Meme and for making it easy for me.
You said in your comment "Just the thing to fill your mind with when it is being filled with the logic of a toddler or three."
I thought about that for a while and you're exactly right, my mind is filled with toddler everything... The joy, the creativity, the passion, the excitement, the wonder, the discovery, the amazement, the poo... Everything.
And I love it.
So...
"Kewl girl's make life a party!"
Now I'm going to tag:
Paula at Olive Juice,
Kathie at The Thomases and
Carole at the Healthy Living Lounge - Because I am new to these blogs and would love to see what you lovely ladies come up with - and
Megan from Imaginif - Because she is another kewl girl and I am in awe of her Meme's.
This one means I am to:
1. Write a six word memoir and post it on your blog.
2. Add a picture if you wish.
3. Link to the person who tagged you.
4. Tag 4 or 5 others, with links, to keep it going.
5. Leave a comment for the ones you tag with an invitation to play.
6. And link to the original post about the Six Word Memoir meme.
Thanks Jeanie in Paradise - For the Meme and for making it easy for me.
You said in your comment "Just the thing to fill your mind with when it is being filled with the logic of a toddler or three."
I thought about that for a while and you're exactly right, my mind is filled with toddler everything... The joy, the creativity, the passion, the excitement, the wonder, the discovery, the amazement, the poo... Everything.
And I love it.
So...
"Kewl girl's make life a party!"
Now I'm going to tag:
Paula at Olive Juice,
Kathie at The Thomases and
Carole at the Healthy Living Lounge - Because I am new to these blogs and would love to see what you lovely ladies come up with - and
Megan from Imaginif - Because she is another kewl girl and I am in awe of her Meme's.
Beezie's big day out
Beezie is our mini foxy. She is so mini, they built a special "Small Dog" area for her and her friends at the dog park.
We like the Small Dog's area very much.
Especially the fence.
We like the Small Dog's area very much.
Especially the fence.
New Strength Card
I was flicking through the strength cards with J when she asked me, "Why don't they have one for poo's?" I asked her if she thought there should be one for going to the toilet and she said, "Yeah! I do good poo's!"
Can't argue with that.
Can't argue with that.
Was that a big dream?
Well, we're back and we're recovering!
We had a fabulous time visiting family in Victoria. The girls LOVED the plane trip and had a great time telling everyone "We're from Queensland, you know". I enjoyed catching up with my cousins and their children and the girls were in their element running around with lots of other kids. We all coped pretty well with the change from our home with lots of open space, to the house where we stayed in the middle of the suburbs...
Still.. By the time the sun went down on our last night there, we were definitely ready to move on.
Our next stop was with friends in NSW for the Blues and Roots Festival. There were 3 other families also staying with them for the festival and they each had children between 2 and 10 years. We all got along so well it seemed silly not to do the festival together, too, and so the kids all sang and danced and ran and jumped and wandered as one. By the start of the 3rd day our mob of (almost) hippie children were strutting around like they ran the show.
It was also on the third day that my girls had me lulled into a false sense of security. They had coped so well with the festival routine thus far, I was convinced that a late night in honor of the Cat Empire performing would have no effect on their tantrum threshold, what so ever. This late night was easily the best time we had during the entire festival. Our whole family already love The Cat Empire and their live shows are spectacular. We danced for almost 2 hours under the full moon and at the end Miss F looked at me blissfully and asked, "Is this what daddy does all the time now, mum?"
The next day's tantrum threshold was dangerously low. So low, in fact, I looked at J for too long and she blew up in my face.
I decided not to risk a night of loud music and exhausted children, so we headed home 12 hours early.
The girls slept in the car all the way back, barely blinked when I transfered them from car to bed and even slept in the next morning. I think V must have been a bit disorientated after going to sleep at the festival and finding herself at home the next day. When she woke up she asked me, "Was that a big dream, mum?"
We're all still catching up on sleep. This afternoon Miss J insisted she wasn't tired, only to fall asleep with hear head in her lunch plate and bits of banana stuck to her face.
It was a great adventure and I must admit, it is really nice to be back at home.
We had a fabulous time visiting family in Victoria. The girls LOVED the plane trip and had a great time telling everyone "We're from Queensland, you know". I enjoyed catching up with my cousins and their children and the girls were in their element running around with lots of other kids. We all coped pretty well with the change from our home with lots of open space, to the house where we stayed in the middle of the suburbs...
Still.. By the time the sun went down on our last night there, we were definitely ready to move on.Our next stop was with friends in NSW for the Blues and Roots Festival. There were 3 other families also staying with them for the festival and they each had children between 2 and 10 years. We all got along so well it seemed silly not to do the festival together, too, and so the kids all sang and danced and ran and jumped and wandered as one. By the start of the 3rd day our mob of (almost) hippie children were strutting around like they ran the show.
It was also on the third day that my girls had me lulled into a false sense of security. They had coped so well with the festival routine thus far, I was convinced that a late night in honor of the Cat Empire performing would have no effect on their tantrum threshold, what so ever. This late night was easily the best time we had during the entire festival. Our whole family already love The Cat Empire and their live shows are spectacular. We danced for almost 2 hours under the full moon and at the end Miss F looked at me blissfully and asked, "Is this what daddy does all the time now, mum?"The next day's tantrum threshold was dangerously low. So low, in fact, I looked at J for too long and she blew up in my face.
I decided not to risk a night of loud music and exhausted children, so we headed home 12 hours early.
The girls slept in the car all the way back, barely blinked when I transfered them from car to bed and even slept in the next morning. I think V must have been a bit disorientated after going to sleep at the festival and finding herself at home the next day. When she woke up she asked me, "Was that a big dream, mum?"
We're all still catching up on sleep. This afternoon Miss J insisted she wasn't tired, only to fall asleep with hear head in her lunch plate and bits of banana stuck to her face.
It was a great adventure and I must admit, it is really nice to be back at home.
I spy...
We're away on another adventure at the moment. We left a week ago to visit family in Melbourne and now we are with friends, getting ready for the Byron Bay Blues and Roots Fest!
Those stories will have to wait until we are home and settled again, but this one just has to be told now..
"I spy" is a fantastic game. You can't lose it or choke on the pieces and it's great for familiarizing the girls with new surroundings while we're traveling.
It it also one of those games that all three girls never get tired of - and I have to admit, I actually quite enjoy it too. Anything that enables me to catch a glimpse of the world through their eyes is a winner, as far as I'm concerned. Well, most of the time.
F: I spy with my little eye, something yellow and wonky and yucky and dirty and smelly!
Me: Nelly's chewed up tennis ball?
F: No!
V: A f.ck!
F: No!
Me: No V, a Duck. D. Duck.
F: I said NO, mum.
Me: Oh right. Sorry. Yellow and smelly?
F: Yes. And silly.
Me: OK. The old straw hat over there?
F: No!
Me: Can I have a clue please?
F: They are old and boring.
Me: Uhhmm... Rotten flowers?
F: NO! But good try mum.
Me: Thanks F. Can you tell me more about the colour?
F: Yucky yellow. Like when Nelly vomits.
Me: IS it Nelly vomit?
F: No!
Me: Nelly's teeth?
F: No!
Me: Wow, this is a good one. Can I have another clue please?
F: Well mum, they are SOOO last season.
Me: Last season? Like veggies from last season?
F: NOOO! Finished guessing yet?!!
Me: Yep. I've run out of ideas.
F: YOUR SHOES!
Ouch.
Those stories will have to wait until we are home and settled again, but this one just has to be told now..
"I spy" is a fantastic game. You can't lose it or choke on the pieces and it's great for familiarizing the girls with new surroundings while we're traveling.
It it also one of those games that all three girls never get tired of - and I have to admit, I actually quite enjoy it too. Anything that enables me to catch a glimpse of the world through their eyes is a winner, as far as I'm concerned. Well, most of the time.
F: I spy with my little eye, something yellow and wonky and yucky and dirty and smelly!
Me: Nelly's chewed up tennis ball?
F: No!
V: A f.ck!
F: No!
Me: No V, a Duck. D. Duck.
F: I said NO, mum.
Me: Oh right. Sorry. Yellow and smelly?
F: Yes. And silly.
Me: OK. The old straw hat over there?
F: No!
Me: Can I have a clue please?
F: They are old and boring.
Me: Uhhmm... Rotten flowers?
F: NO! But good try mum.
Me: Thanks F. Can you tell me more about the colour?
F: Yucky yellow. Like when Nelly vomits.
Me: IS it Nelly vomit?
F: No!
Me: Nelly's teeth?
F: No!
Me: Wow, this is a good one. Can I have another clue please?
F: Well mum, they are SOOO last season.
Me: Last season? Like veggies from last season?
F: NOOO! Finished guessing yet?!!
Me: Yep. I've run out of ideas.
F: YOUR SHOES!
Ouch.
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