One of them has downloaded music on to MY computer and infected it with a worm. It threw a wobbly while I was posting on LS - I threw an even bigger wobbly when I found out why. It took me over ten mintues to get rid of the bloody thing! Firewalls and Anti-virus software only work if they are turned on - and someone has been tampering with the settings.
I have my flash light fully charged and ready for the interrogation.
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While Himself was up in the attic last night – sorting out his Christmas lights for the beginning of December – oh God- panic - it will soon be Christmas, and I haven't brought a single present yet. He came across one of Matthew’s old toys. Matty used to love Jim Henson’s Dinosaurs – especially the baby, with his catch phase of: ‘not the momma.’
So with this in mind, one Christmas, just before he was five, I brought him the big soft toy version of Baby Sinclair. It had a pull cord in the back of it’s head that when extended allowed it to utter one of it’s famous phases, such as ‘I’m the baby’, ‘gotta love me’.
Matt was over joyed when he opened his present – he walked round hugging it for ages, it was nearly as big as him. We showed him how to make his toy talk – but he was more interested in showing Baby Sinclair his other presents.
After a lovely day he got ready for bed and sat, with Baby, on the sofa while I read both of them a story – yes what a lovely scene – he even got Baby to talk to me.
He pulled the string and Baby said: ‘I’m Hungry feed my mouth.’ Matt gets up and shoves a biscuit in Baby’s mouth – ahhh…isn’t that sweet.
Matt pulls the string again, this time baby has a personality change, from Dr Jekyll to Mr Hyde, and utters: ‘I’m gonna bite you now.’ Matthew lets out a scream, throws the toy away from him and runs out of the room shouting, he's going to bite me, he's going to bite me.
Both Steve, Himself and I were in absolute stitches. Matthew in the mean time, had run to his bedroom and was cowering under the covers of his bed. Yes…we’re terrible parent, I know . He wouldn’t go near the thing for days after that, no matter what we said – I had to take it over to Nanny’s house that night before he’d go to sleep, and even then he only dropped off after he got into bed with Stephen.
He got over it eventually, but he never really played with it much after that, it just got kicked around the floor - hence it's now fairly dirty and talks at high speed.
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OK, just a couple of photo’s from Sunday, that’s all I’ve got time for today.
Goosey, Goosey Gander!
Malvern Hills
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