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Words that, perhaps, you shouldn’t call your son

This afternoon as I was getting ready for my lady date, Vince came running down the hallway and threw open my bedroom door.
Leaning against it, he started shouting at me…

I was shaving my legs. You know, that one time a week when I have someone to impress? That are ladies?
So in he runs, shouting something that frankly was rather hard to understand. By the third time he shouted it, I understood and then started to inwardly laugh…

Vincent: “Sweetie! Sweetie sweetie! Sweetie! SWEETIE!!!”

Mummy: “Ah…. Yes?”

Vince: “I did a big poo.”

Who knew that this was a ‘sweetie’ worthy conversation topic?

And guess what? That is totally all my fault.

‘Sweetie’ and ‘Babe and ‘Honey’ are all things that I regularly call Vince instead of his actual name. And clearly he thinks this is just things that people call one another. Which, technically, is true if you actually, physically live in my house.

Everyone has some other name, or no name, or a name plus an additional name. Like how the dog is “Chewie McBitersonton”. Or how Edward is, well, ‘Edward’. He’s just too formal. And a huge pain in my ass. And Vince, of course, has too many names to list.

About 2 weeks ago, Vince shouted “Honey!! HONEY!! HONEY!!!!!!”

Mummy: “WHAT!!!!!!!”

Vince: “Mummy, your my best fwen. I wuve you.”

Mummy: *heart melt* “Love you too baby…”

xoxo a.m.

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Honey

A few nights ago M and I were watching Iron Chef.

I have loved this show ever since I first was introduced to it in Japan, totally drawn to not only its overly dramatic host and but also his rabid destruction of red peppers at the start of each show.

And who could resist the simpering, giggling actresses whos only contribution to the meal critique was to perkily chirp “It’s delicious! So tasty!” repeatedly.

The American version managed to retain a little of the silliness (see Alton Brown) and takes itself rather seriously. I really enjoy the serious and descriptive critiques of each dish.

The other night we were watching Iron Chef: Super Chef Battle and the theme ingredient was vegetables from the White House garden.

The chefs all met at the White House, were greeted by Michelle Obama and then directed to the garden.

Now that is one hell of a garden. Every single vegetable was basically a textbook example of what that particular veggie should look like. Everything was so green and leafy and lush. It was pretty much the exact opposite of my weed-ridden little garden in our courtyard.

I am sure they have very  clever people looking after that garden. I am actually sure that there is a whole army of people who tend to that garden. I wish they could send a few people down my way and rejuvenate my little piece of dirt.

I had heard about the garden, but I hadn’t heard about the bees.

Did you know that they keep bees at the White House? There is an official White House BeeKeeper. And they harvest the honey and use it in food in the WH kitchen.

And after finding that out, I haven’t been able to stop googling Bee Keeping. and reading about it. For about 5 minutes last night, I was seriously thinking about where I could put a bee hive in my courtyard.

I thought about it pretty hard and then came to the conclusion that probably, especially with V, it would not be the best of ideas. Maybe just the reality of a huge colony in my small courtyard sunk in.

Maybe if I could have a teeny tiny colony? With just enough bees to produce enough honey for my tea.

Mmmmmm, that would be nice.

And just in case you also would like to have your own colony, here is a lovely informative site that will take you through all of the necessary steps.

xoxo a.m.

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