Out of the Mouths of Babes ...

I love Ethan and Aaron to bits and pieces and miss them dearly. My Mom kindly sends me the funny things that they say, as I have very intention of keeping them all and one day, when they turn 21, to embarrass the hell out of them! If you don't know the story, they are currently living with my Mother, their Grandmother.

Here are a few prize sayings I have collected so far:

Hope said to Aaron, aged 4, "I love you."
Aaron, "You don’t deserve me!"
Hope, "Who!!"
Aaron, "You."

Aaron, learning a new song at school, adapted it: "Old king kong was a merry old hole…"

Aaron again, after my Mom had told him to watch where he pees as she is tired of sitting in it, said: "Well it’s a toilet not a seat."

Ethan, aged 7, after my Mom had taken them shopping in England, said that he thought the shop really was not big enough and as it was too busy will shop online in the future.

The last time that Hope was visiting, Ethan ran and jumped into her arms- when my Mom went to walk past them, he grabbed her and said, "Give your daughter a hug!"

When Ethan laughs he has the biggest mouth. The other night my Dad asked why he has such a big mouth- he said, "I don't know, probably cos I talk so much!"

Apparently Aaron regularly asks Seth, his Father, "Why does your Mother cook this food?" speaking of my Mother. Whether he means this good or bad I have no idea at all ...

Ethan said, "Do you love noodles?" 

Aaron, "Yes." 

Ethan, "So you gonna marry some noodles?" 

Aaron, "Yes." 

Ethan, "So you gonna have some baby noodles..."

From my Mom: "Spoke to Ethan’s teacher today- she said he almost had her in tears! She had a pounding headache, so she asked them all to be quiet. Ethan quietly got up, went to the sink and got her a drink of water, put it down next to her, patted her and said ‘Drink this. I think you might be dehydrated!’She said it was so sweet, she was trying to hold back tears whilst thanking him."

Ethan came back the other day from spending the weekend with his Father, and said, "Daddy says I should stay there and give you a break."
Mom, "Well its probably cos I’m old."
Ethan, ‘Well you’re very good with kids!’’

Life With a Bear

So many funny things have happened lately that I just know I am going to forget them, although trying to get them all written down is not always easy, never have the time blah blah blah. This particular piece came about after Bear and I ran into each other full tilt and I think that we both have landed up rather sore ... 

Bear has this endearing if not destructive habit - caused by me I admit - where when he gets excited and boisterous I chase him around the house. Now our house you can run in a full circle through the kitchen, dining room and lounge, so it really gets him going. He also has this thing where he jumps like a Springbok when he gets all excited, and so we scream around the house, him skittering around on the tiles and knocking things over, and I have to make sure my shoes are off, and then we go mad. And, whenever he gets to a specific spot, he jump - always in the same spot!

So a minute ago, there he was, ready to run around like a lunatic, so I obliged - I think lunacy quite becomes me! Anyway, so at the last moment he obviously decided to turn around and came charging back at me, which I didn't see as I was around the corner charging at him. We met in the kitchen doorway and collided rather heavily - and both practically landed on our butts. My leg and knee somehow collided with his head - it can only be, what else would be that hard?? - and I dropped to the floor, as did he, with what must have been a headache. 

Well we recovered, but I imagine that I will definitely have a blue knee tomorrow morning!

Bear is a monster, we all know that, but one that we love and adore. He chews my shoes, eats my underwear, chases the cats, chases me, bites me and Pio to pieces, humps every other male dog in sight (I'm not sure if he can tell the difference between male and female, I do hope so in fact) humps anyone's available leg, chews his bones on our bed and couches, recently stole a bottle of champagne meant for Vanessa's wedding and ate all the labels off, stole a chocolate from them as well come to think of it, runs away from us when we go walking, loves everyone instead of being a guard do, and jumps on anyone that walks in the door with such exuberant enthusiasm that they normally land up lying on the floor - particularly if they are male as he is at the right age to smack them in the balls. He slobbers all over the car and jumps around in it like a lunatic scratching the leather bits on the interior as well as me with his rather sharp claws. Thank heavens he seems to have grown out of insisting on sitting on my lap whenever I drive anywhere. He wakes me up at night and has me chasing him around the house.

The list could no doubt go on, but then everyone would think he is a bad dog ...

Which he isn't. He is loving and affectionate and happy, and the only one in the house that has any control over him is an 8 week old kitten aptly named Lillith (Supernatural) who spits and slaps until he is under control again! There is nothing better than coming home to an over-joyed Husky that wants nothing more than to hug and kiss you because you were away for anything from 5 minutes to 5 hours.

Really, what more could you want then Life with a Bear?