Er… Not too sure what to make of this little gem that I saw in our local hardware store this morning…
A sign outside our local pub in Towcester…
…and it would probably be cheaper than putting Nate in a crèche.
Apologies for the blog hiatus - I’ve got a note from my doctor, and my dog ate my homework.
Hopefully re-launching this site sort of in the next couple of days, but don’t call it a comeback… Mainly because I never got there in the first place.
Heed me pussycats:
If you wake the baby up
You’ll sleep with the fish
—Stay at home haiku, No. 667
Baby Looters…
Probably not in the best possible taste… but what the heck.
Haunted, joyless eyes
Tortured smiles, and crap singing
Death by CBeebies*
—
Stay at Home Haiku, No. 881
*for the benefit of anyone not in the UK, CBeebies is the BBC’s baby & toddler channel… and it burns ussssss…
Nice self portrait Grandad!
We moved house a few weeks ago, so apologies that the blog has been offline for so long… My parents have gone back to NZ now (sniff) so I’m unsupervised again, but hopefully I’ll get back into regular posting now… If Nate lets me!
Dear pull-up nappies,
Where have you been all my life?
(for my son, not me).
—Stay at Home Haiku, No. 900
No prizes for guessing what Nate’s first word is probably going to be…
…as demonstrated nicely by Niki, who seems to be convinced that this particular word means “by all means Niki, please go ahead and wipe your backside on the kitchen table”…
Baby Alcatraz
(Grandad put this together for us last night… But it was only this morning that it became apparent that in his enthusiasm, the generally agreed order of the alphabet had been cast aside in the interests of speed… I also noticed that we may have accidentally put a few subliminal messages in there…)
The “Baby Playpen”
Dad thinks: Freedom! Nate thinks:
Baby Alcatraz
—Stay at Home Haiku, No. 111
