tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post6532577741055151116..comments2023-10-22T02:31:42.812-07:00Comments on grit's day: Move over on that couchUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-44351347840811857222009-02-01T05:52:00.000-08:002009-02-01T05:52:00.000-08:00you are so right, sb!you are so right, sb!Grithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14022216340604423686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-57586217990934455702009-02-01T05:08:00.000-08:002009-02-01T05:08:00.000-08:00That - is the dirtiest snowman I have ever seen. ...That - is the dirtiest snowman I have ever seen. They must have scrapped the ground of every snowflake to build that thing. It's almost a mud/snow man! Determined girls!R. Molderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18119986754283927453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-67138623962175356522009-01-30T05:39:00.000-08:002009-01-30T05:39:00.000-08:00brad! that is an excellent idea. i need to work on...brad! that is an excellent idea. i need to work on titles next.<BR/><BR/>hi irene! i do threaten to send them to school. is this bad of me? i don't know. it works though. last week shark completed 14 handwriting worksheets in response to it. and her handwriting looks a lot neater now!<BR/><BR/>katherine, you are RIGHT. I will be sad, and i will so want to play with bubbles and sand again when the gritlets want to wear miniskirts and lip gloss. <BR/><BR/>sharon, date i admit that the cupboard door is actually in the same room as the toilet of doom?! perhaps the gritlets will learn about timers & date stamps next and will start collecting evidence. <BR/><BR/>mud, we have a total of 5 toilets. isn't that ridiculous? and yet the arguments only ever take place about ONE of them. the one that someone's bottom is sat on is the only one that matters.<BR/><BR/>hi katyboo! it's Mr Nobody. He did everything when I was a kid. In fact my brother called on him so many times i grew up thinking Mr Nobody was actually real and lived in the airing cupboard.Grithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14022216340604423686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-57026610111424181072009-01-30T04:09:00.000-08:002009-01-30T04:09:00.000-08:00I would like an a4 poster of the carrot of the lor...I would like an a4 poster of the carrot of the lord please, when you get a moment.<BR/><BR/>It must be the week for it. My kids have argued incessantly this week about who left pooh in the toilet. Apparently it's 'not me'. Well, that's alright then.katyboo1https://www.blogger.com/profile/00182125401184061843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-28018052082949532912009-01-30T01:47:00.000-08:002009-01-30T01:47:00.000-08:00LOVE the Divine Carrot!As for the bathroom discuss...LOVE the Divine Carrot!<BR/><BR/>As for the bathroom discussions - just think, soon there will be 3 teenage girls arguing about the bathroom. I hope you've got an en suite. And ear plugs.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-27316538556998175842009-01-29T17:45:00.000-08:002009-01-29T17:45:00.000-08:00Re the toilet discussions, they are Time and Motio...Re the toilet discussions, they are Time and Motion experts in the making obviously!<BR/><BR/>If Dig only bought them one camera I'm surprised it has survived to actually take photographs. You should put the Divine Carrot on e-bay, you'll make a fortune I'm sure. Love the picture of the cupboard door, I'm positive it has great symbolic meaning . . .sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03247276433803886670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-61709384596961555552009-01-29T15:38:00.000-08:002009-01-29T15:38:00.000-08:00Beware. They grow up and you (I) miss this innoce...Beware. They grow up and you (I) miss this innocence. I suggested to 17 y o daughter the other day that she and her friends might like to make bubbles with the flyswats (long story, but I met a little girl in the supermarket buying a flyswat with her own money, she told me what you do - detergent, wind, running around in a field etc - sounded lovely). Well, I felt so juvenile even suggesting it! And her friends didn't even hear! The look my daughter gave me gave me was a mixture of embarrassment (she didn't want to hurt my feelings) and pity (when I said it would be fun.) Sigh.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12453125929159161583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-91084881069406880002009-01-29T15:18:00.000-08:002009-01-29T15:18:00.000-08:00Your kids have more fun than any other 8 year olds...Your kids have more fun than any other 8 year olds I know, but I have to admit that I don't know that many. hey should stop all that arguing, though, they don't know how good they have it, obviously. Do you ever threaten to send them to real school? And the horror of it?Irenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05043376053971475659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686467686335484826.post-87155566335101708062009-01-29T14:59:00.000-08:002009-01-29T14:59:00.000-08:00The pic of the unicorns could be modeled in to a l...The pic of the unicorns could be modeled in to a lovely family crest I think. <BR/><BR/>The Holy Carrot still has me laughing.Bradhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680462833188999331noreply@blogger.com