As Promised, the Video Snippet

Voilà! Blogger finally let me successfully upload the video snippet of our happy little adrenalin junkie flying on the aerial slide yesterday afternoon. Looks like fun, no?

He's already asking to go back. Quel surprise!

Three

My lovely, lovely Ramekin turned three years old today.

Three! Can you believe it?

I mean, just look at him! Can this gorgeous little face be the face of a big boy three year old? My three year old?

Because we couldn't drive up to Edinburgh for the long weekend as we'd originally planned (more on that later), we told Ramekin he could do anything he wanted to do today. So, after a morning spent opening some presents in the backyard, we headed off to Wimpole Farm for the afternoon.

Ramekin loves Wimpole Farm (as does Baby Boo-Baaaa), so he was thrilled when we presented it as an option to him this morning.

He loves to stomp through puddles when he finds them (the reason we carry wellies to the Farm); he likes to visit the various animals, and often stares in awe at the huge shire horses; he loves to ride around on the little tractors and to operate the child-sized diggers in the sand pits; and feeding the bagat goats is always a favorite activity, so we make sure never to miss feeding time when we go...



But today Ramekin discovered his newest favorite activity at the Farm: the aerial slide located at the back of the huge Farm grounds in the really cool adventure playground for 'bigger' kids.

I ask you: What kind of idiotic parents would allow their just-turned three year old to 'fly' on an aerial slide all by themselves? It's not like these things come with safety belts or anything!

I tell you: Errr, well, ahem . . . That would be us.

And I have to say, he loved loved loved the aerial slide, and, after each little run, he would run back up to the top of the ramp to have another go, even patiently waiting for the other waiting kids to take their turns. We practically had to drag him out of there at the end of the day . . . and take him to a celebratory birthday dinner at a lovely family pub/restaurant on the waterfront in a nearby village.

[To end this post, I was planning to post a video clip of Ramekin on said aerial slide this afternoon, but dratted blogger has 'lost' it the three times I've tried this evening. I'll try again tomorrow, so watch this space!]

My Heart on a Walk

For Wordless Wednesday.

Overheard on the Windowsill

Ramekin: Another holiday, another photo shoot . . . (sigh) . . . I bet Mommy wishes she was back in warm, sunny Hawaii to celebrate, though, because it looks like another cold, dreary day on this rock.


Baby Boo: You want me to 'feel the green'? I'm sorry, but I just don't get it, Mommy.

Ramekin: Poor Baby Boo. Just look at him trying to follow Mommy's silly directions for today's photo shoot. Heck, I bet he doesn't even remember last year's St. Patrick's day photo shoot. He was barely a week old!

Baby Boo: Oh! You want me to find my happy green place just like all the little Irish leprechauns! I get it, Mommy, I get it! See?!

Ramekin: Oh, hang the harpers already. I wonder if I should break the news to the little suck up that he's sportin' a goofy looking green frog on his shirt, not a leprechaun.

Baby Boo: What do you mean that's not a leprechaun? Mommy! I want a more Irish shirt!

Baby Boo: Ha! Mommy says that you appear to be lacking the necessary leprechaun spirit, Ramekin, so you have to give me the special 'Got Guinness?' shirt.

Ramekin: Nooooooo! I always wear the 'Got Guinness?' shirt on St. Patrick's Day. I have leprechaun spirit, Mommy! I do!

Baby Boo: Leprechauns with proper St. Patrick's Day spirit don't cry, Ramekin. Hand over the shirt.

Ramekin: Oh, pogue mahone! You can have the stupid shirt . . . mmmffffff mmmmmffffff!

Baby Boo: C'mon Ramekin, hand it over.

Ramekin: I can't. It's stuck.

Baby Boo: Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh! I'm never going to get to wear the Guinness shirt! It's not faaaaaaiiiiiirrrrrrr!

Ramekin: Begosh and begorragh, I'm suddenly feeling a lot better about St. Patrick's Day, Baby Boo.

Baby Boo: That's because you're not wearing a stupid frog on your shirt, Ramekin.

Ramekin: Sláinte.

-----------------------------------------Happy St. Patrick's Day. ;-)

The First Questions Are Mine

How did this . . .

. . . and this . . .

. . . not to mention this . . .

. . . turn into this on Sunday, a one year old little boy ---("One!" says Baby Boo.)--- . . .

. . . with his very own homemade snowman birthday cake (courtesy of mommy and Ramekin and a lovely snowman cake tin) . . .

. . . and his very own first birthday candle . . .

. . . followed by his very first taste of birthday cake . . .

. . . and later showing off his new hand-knitted birthday sweater (courtesy of Farmor) . . . ?

What happened to my baby?

When did my boys get so big???



Although we took plenty of pictures of the birthday boy, Ramekin, and the cousins while we were in Edinburgh, I didn't actually manage to do much on the laptop . . . too many people floating about, I'm afraid. So, in case you're wondering, I am now working on all your questions. And likely deleting the hundreds of posts I found in my overstuffed Google reader when I got home so I can start with a cleanish slate. ;-)

Roadtrip

Baby Boo: "Mommy says that if she can pack up the car in the next two hours, we're going on a roadtrip tonight to celebrate my birthday."

Ramekin: "Oh please. It's not ALL about you, Baby Boo. We're going to visit Farmor and Grandpa in Edinburgh for a few days."

Baby Boo: "It is, too, all about me. It's MY first birthday on Sunday, and I want a party." (pause) "You did get me a birthday present, right?"

Ramekin: "Uh oh."

Baby Boo: "What do you mean 'uh oh'!?"

Ramekin: "I suppose I'd better break into my piggy bank and have mommy take me shopping."

Baby Boo: "I can't believe you haven't gotten me a birthday present yet! And mommy's going to be too busy answering everyone's questions to help you with your shopping, Ramekin. She said it will give her something to do in the evenings while we're in Edinburgh."

Ramekin: "Whatever. Daddy, then. He'll help me find something while mommy plays on her computer. (sighs) Stupid blog."

Baby Boo: "Mommy's blog isn't stupid! It's all about ME! Everyone wants to know about me!"

Ramekin: "Trust me, Baby Boo, nobody wants to know anything about you."

Baby Boo: "They do too! (pauses) But just in case they forgot, they can still ask mommy questions about me until tomorrow."

Ramekin: "Dream on, Baby Boo. It's not about you."

Baby Boo: "I'm not dreaming."

Ramekin: "Are too." (sighs) "We can argue about this all the way up to Edinburgh tonight, but it won't change a thing. But maybe the seven or eight hours on the road will give me time to think of a present for you."

Baby Boo: "Roadtrip! Woo hoo!"

Ramekin: "Woo hoo, indeed."

Please Leave a Question After the Beep

Beeeeeeeeeepppppp.

Hello, Ewe? Are you there? Hello? I guess not. Um, Ewe, you don't know me, but I noticed on your last post that you were celebrating hitting your 300th blog post by inviting your blogger friends to ask you questions. I was kind of wondering if your invitation included lurkers, because, well, as you've probably figured out by now, you don't know me. I'm a lurker. Um, Hi there, by the way. Anyway, uh, I'm sure you've seen me pop up your blog counter fairly regularly, and you've probably been wondering who the heck lives in Singapore and never comments, and, well, that would be me I guess. I just found your blog one day and started reading, and I didn't comment when I first started reading, and, uh, then the longer I kept reading I just began to feel silly about reading and not commenting, so, I didn't, and uh, I guess I'd like to change all that now. So I guess I'll just, um, scroll back down to your last post and ask you a question, if that would be ok. Ok? So, uh, I guess you should just ignore this message and look for my question below. I'll look forward to seeing you answer my question this week. Bye for now.



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