Not much going on other than the usual Friday swim, get Noddie up/fed/dressed, make beds, clean kitchen, fold washing, go to the pool with Noddie, lunch and vegie shopping at the market, grocery shopping, drop stuff off at the op shop and physio, force Noddie to have quiet time, walk to the Sharing Park*, watch Play School, make Noddie's dinner, organise the bath - type stuff.
Oh, and we bought Noddie some new shoes.
She chose them herself .
Heredity is a scary thing.
More anon, bon vivants!
*The Sharing Park is at the end of our street. J and I named it when Noddie used to shout at other children children for going on 'her' slide.
7 comments:
Hey! Where's the mention of large quantities of red wine in this post? Or is that what the "sharing park" is for? LOL. Noddie is a chip off the old block, eh? The world is a scary place :-)
oh - i love them! but i am not too picky when it gets to shoes either!@
i should call the bed the sharing bed, because mr 'you're too warm' always tells me i'm on his side. pah!
how do we know noddie's noddie (number one dad) doesn't have a shoe issue? doesn't wear pinky jammyjams? heck, compared to him, you could be butch
and that is why the angels didn't give me a baby girl. LOL
Though, Bradman has been known to choose my bright red heels to clop around the house in.
OH I like!!
Your awarded!
i want noddie's shoes for myself! too adorable!
OOh nice -- I think we may be shoe sistahs. I'll have to post a confessional pic sometime soon ;-)
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