Yes, Ethan is here to stay again. As before, his influence on Luca mirrors that of Nancy on Sid as the two ticking time bombs attempt to locate the mutual triggers within themselves. Luca literally shook with hysterical laughter as I attempted to coerce him toward the bathroom at bedtime. Ethan cackled while continuously (and purposely?) farting on me as I attempted to get his jammies on. Simultaneously I witnessed Carole's complexion continue its rapid journey toward exploding radish while the dogs concluded their search for any quiet corner of the house in which to hide from the chaos in.
For those few brief minutes our stone deaf wolf dog and incontinent pup sadly were the most intelligent and considered members of the household.
Quiet and calm has returned however, and I now lie here with a stomach full of cream egg ice cream (comfort food consumption) while Carole attempts her own calming method of soaking in a hot, deep bath.
Kids. Can't live without them. Can't sell them. Screwed either way.
It's been a relatively inconsequential week up until now. Same old, same old as work dominates (though not as prohibitively as before) and collides with the many other tasks and activities we have to balance it off against. As neither of our employers have yet been kind enough to offer us part time hours for the equivalent salary that currently finds residence in our accounts (though hope does spring eternal) this situation will remain constant.
Which brings us neatly to this weeks question. Is it reasonable to consider employing a cleaner, or is it an extravagance unbecoming of a working couple with responsibilities in the middle of a global recession? Please vote on the poll to the right.
I've written very little of Luca thus far, and with the time having now crept into the early hours of Monday morning I'm going to have to cut this short. Suffice to say he's continued his spelling obsession (very pleasing) but balanced it with a newfound awkwardness. He's clearly currently testing his boundaries which makes for an "interesting" time. His Mum is taking the brunt of it just now as he's been much more reticent to test his Dad (a fear thing I suspect following my "Stern Dad" act during Carole's recent trip South). Make sure you pass on your support for what may likely be a trial of OJ Simpson esque proportions over the coming few weeks.
Sometimes it's rather easy to understand why so many people buy cats rather than "create" children. Though I'd still rather play swingball with my own optics rather than own one of those evil beasts.
Obviously I'm discounting Liz and Toms cat who is just lovely. And Kellys old cat too. Lovely creatures, not at all the spawn of the devil.
And football? No more goals of late, though the change in the scale of games played at Luca's training lately has been a major cause. The games have adapted from their early small numbers and pitches to full hall games involving all competitors. All the boys have struggled and none seem capable of shining amid the stramash. Indeed the most recent yesterday ended 0-0. Luca has become quite disconsolate due to his lack of scoring opportunities, but he's at least not alone. The most talented kid there came off the pitch yesterday in tears of frustration. It's time for a chat with the coaches.
Enjoy the various videos below, a couple of which were taken yesterday after Luca's football training. I drove him down to the 5 a side pitches where I myself play and let him dribble and shoot unencumbered by the expectations of coaches and the attentions of competing children. Sometimes the fun aspect is too easily forgotten.
Oh, the picture of the bird? Taken in our local supermarket. We avoided the surrounding shelves littered with its droppings. Yum.
**Useless fact of the day - The only way to stop corn visibly appearing in your poop is to not eat corn**
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