Thursday, April 22, 2010

dinner

"I wonder what stars eat when they are hungry?" I mused out aloud.

Wee Small was ready with an answer. Her eyes and mouth opened wide as she yelled happily "They eat the sky!"

I could see The Little One bristling out of the corner of my eye. Being the eldest she felt some need to further clarify the technicalities of the star digestive system.
"It sucks in air and breaths out craters" she stated. This was accompanied by hand movements to demonstrate.

From down on the floor a little voice was heard. It was Wee Tiny and she said “porridge."

Friday, April 16, 2010

rainy days on the mountain

A rainy day on tummy mountain. I love standing with a cup of hot tea and watching the drops falling off the roof, the steady downpour obscuring the trees, and to complete the mood one could imagine a light piece of music to make this sound like a scene from a movie.

Fortunately for me the little ones are providing this music by playing every note at once on every instrument at once. Delightful! Who needs to be constrained by rhythm and melody. This is enhanced by their own version of surround sound - running through every room of the house while playing instruments as loudly as possible. A curious effect on the ears.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Appearances

After two weeks away from tummy mountain I returned late of an evening when all the little ones were asleep. None were up to greet me except for a very stern chap with glasses on. Closer inspection revealed it to be none other than Manatee. He looked at me sternly once more, letting the glasses drop just a touch so I could gaze directly into his eyes and register his disapproval of the hour. It seems he is now Professor Manatee. He was doing a light bit of research and I had disturbed him. A lot can change in two weeks.

I put my bags down quietly, but knocked over some books loudly. I glanced nervously back at Professor Manatee. He stared back at me, quite annoyed now. Uncanny - it was like he had not even moved.

This just couldn't be right. This couldn't be the care-free and fun loving Manatee I had left behind two weeks ago. I nonchalantly pretended to unpack for a few moments, then sprang on him while his guard was down and tore the glasses off his face!

Aha! 3d glasses! So he had been to the movies! He hadn't done a Diploma of Seaweed! He was masquerading as a professor! He was looking a bit sheepish now for an underwater mammal.

"I think we may have to deal with this in the morning," I said waggling the finger at him.

He still hadn't moved, and I could tell he cared not a fig for what I thought.