Sunday, 8 November 2009
Our crazy house
Meanwhile, I need to keep nipping off to check if enough tomato ketchup has pooled in the bottom of a new bottle for me to squeeze into an old bottle. My 2 year old son tried to set the table for tea (putting out only what he viewed as essentials i.e. the tomato ketchup and nothing else) but the baby grabbed it, dropped it on the floor and smashed the top. It hadn't yet been opened which saved a considerable mess, but it was a non-squeezable bottle of squeezy suace. Still, we're lax in the frequency of our trips to the recycling centre, so the old bottle with top intact was still in a box in the garage. Disaster was averted.
My husband wishes he had taken photos of our floppy stroller. I am off to pour a whisky to calm and help him.
Here's a photo of my unintentional footwear combo to keep us non-drinkers calm.
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