Busy D'Oubs

 Too busy to blog! And even now, there's no time! So, in pictures, what the D'Oubs been doing!

With the Poetry Divas I (and family) went to the wonderfully pagan Festival of the Fires three weeks ago. I (but not family) had fun reading some of me pomes to the assembled throng. Well, semi-throng.

A carved bloke and my mostly happy kids.

 A Diva senior and a Diva junior. Only one of them is happy with the boa.

 

 Robbing the Heritage Tent sign. Delinquent.

The eponymous Fire.

Cool carvedy bloke.

So, what else did we get up to? Well, we had a visit with the Speech Therapist. It was a great week for talking for the D'Oubs. Two out of the four kids were forcibly ejected from the care of the community speech Therapists. A.k.a - they're fixed! Yay! I did my happy dance. Fourth child is too young to talk, so they can't kick her off their list just yet... we have to wait and see if she learns to talk all wrong before that. and bless her, she says 'boob' very well right now. And in these days of austerity cut backs, I'm sure she'll be discharged on the strenght of it.

Sadly eldest child is still on their books. He doesn't say his 'R' properly. The way he pronounces it make him sound English. So, basically, having an English accent is regarded as a speech impediment. Lol! Oh, we had a right giggle over that.

So, below three pictures were taken by my darling spawn as I tried to talk seriously to the poor speech therapist. I had to interrupt her and stop the photo session when sister D'Oub got up on the chair, waggled her arse and told her brother to take a picture. God, help us.

Stroike a loight, guv'nor!

I am the very model of a modern Major-General...

Getting ready to get up on chair to waggle arse.

Then we had a visit to the grounds of the Italian embassy. The embassy is located in the village, behind giant gates, which you never see beyond. Very kindly, the ambassador threw open the gates (well, one of his flunkies did...) and for a tenner - in aid of the Lucan Festival - we got a guided tour around the grounds. And boys oh boys, they were beautiful. But it made me cross! Afterwards it felt like the Ambassador was like the Selfish Giant of Oscar Wilde's story - keeping such a beautiful garden all to himself! Oh how I wished eternal winter on him after our visit. I'm a very bitter person.

Then we went to the Zoo! I shan't bore you with a long description of our trip around the zoo, expect to say, it was the most fun trip I ever had. See below D'Oub child two - feeding giraffes! Lucky fecker. 

And finally, the last few days have been wonderful, the weather glorious. We are getting value for money from our new garden.  We all have new freckles. The new grass is looking a little ropey. All good :) Long may it last!



















Talk to you soon... once I get my breath back!

Busy D'Oubs

 Too busy to blog! And even now, there's no time! So, in pictures, what the D'Oubs been doing!

With the Poetry Divas I (and family) went to the wonderfully pagan Festival of the Fires three weeks ago. I (but not family) had fun reading some of me pomes to the assembled throng. Well, semi-throng.

A carved bloke and my mostly happy kids.

 A Diva senior and a Diva junior. Only one of them is happy with the boa.

 

 Robbing the Heritage Tent sign. Delinquent.

The eponymous Fire.

Cool carvedy bloke.

So, what else did we get up to? Well, we had a visit with the Speech Therapist. It was a great week for talking for the D'Oubs. Two out of the four kids were forcibly ejected from the care of the community speech Therapists. A.k.a - they're fixed! Yay! I did my happy dance. Fourth child is too young to talk, so they can't kick her off their list just yet... we have to wait and see if she learns to talk all wrong before that. and bless her, she says 'boob' very well right now. And in these days of austerity cut backs, I'm sure she'll be discharged on the strenght of it.

Sadly eldest child is still on their books. He doesn't say his 'R' properly. The way he pronounces it make him sound English. So, basically, having an English accent is regarded as a speech impediment. Lol! Oh, we had a right giggle over that.

So, below three pictures were taken by my darling spawn as I tried to talk seriously to the poor speech therapist. I had to interrupt her and stop the photo session when sister D'Oub got up on the chair, waggled her arse and told her brother to take a picture. God, help us.

Stroike a loight, guv'nor!

I am the very model of a modern Major-General...

Getting ready to get up on chair to waggle arse.

Then we had a visit to the grounds of the Italian embassy. The embassy is located in the village, behind giant gates, which you never see beyond. Very kindly, the ambassador threw open the gates (well, one of his flunkies did...) and for a tenner - in aid of the Lucan Festival - we got a guided tour around the grounds. And boys oh boys, they were beautiful. But it made me cross! Afterwards it felt like the Ambassador was like the Selfish Giant of Oscar Wilde's story - keeping such a beautiful garden all to himself! Oh how I wished eternal winter on him after our visit. I'm a very bitter person.

Then we went to the Zoo! I shan't bore you with a long description of our trip around the zoo, expect to say, it was the most fun trip I ever had. See below D'Oub child two - feeding giraffes! Lucky fecker. 

And finally, the last few days have been wonderful, the weather glorious. We are getting value for money from our new garden.  We all have new freckles. The new grass is looking a little ropey. All good :) Long may it last!



















Talk to you soon... once I get my breath back!

Sweet and Sour Christening

April 10th!!! I last posted April 10th!!! Christ! It just gets worse.

I am still alive!

I am not a number.

Etc.

Everyone, check your blog comments, cause I finally got to look at them and have a read. And yes, I am blogging at ten to one in the morning. I was falling asleep at 7pm, but obviously someone mixed up the caff with the decaff again, so here I am!

I just wrote half a poem about breastfeeding, but it seems rather graphic and inappropriate, so I won't post that.

Lets see, what else? Hmm..

Well, I won a competition today. Sure there were only two of us in the hat and it required no skill on my part at all, but hey, a wins a win!

Any other news?


Oh yes, we finally got around to christening Baby Oub on Sunday. It was all fun in the church - but then we got back to the house and I suddenly turned into the personal servant of my thirty closet family members. I cooked, from scratch I might add, a meal of fried rice and sweet and sour chicken (I made the sauce even!) hotdogs for the kids (ok, I didn't make them from scratch. urgh, the very thought.) provided drinks, tea, five different desserts, fun, laughter, joy! Bah. I'm fecking shattered! And they didn't even have the decency not to finish everything, so I had no leftovers to feed the D'Oub babes for the rest of the week. Feckers.

But it was a special day. Unfortunately Baby Oub got her Christening mixed up with her Confirmation - ie confirmation making you an adult in the eyes of the church -so she'd been refusing to go to bed until after 10pm the last two nights. Or maybe the devil was exhausting her, and now he's gone she's a lot less tired...

Speaking of tired, I'm going to go off to sleep now.

Hopefully.

Sweet and Sour Christening

April 10th!!! I last posted April 10th!!! Christ! It just gets worse.

I am still alive!

I am not a number.

Etc.

Everyone, check your blog comments, cause I finally got to look at them and have a read. And yes, I am blogging at ten to one in the morning. I was falling asleep at 7pm, but obviously someone mixed up the caff with the decaff again, so here I am!

I just wrote half a poem about breastfeeding, but it seems rather graphic and inappropriate, so I won't post that.

Lets see, what else? Hmm..

Well, I won a competition today. Sure there were only two of us in the hat and it required no skill on my part at all, but hey, a wins a win!

Any other news?


Oh yes, we finally got around to christening Baby Oub on Sunday. It was all fun in the church - but then we got back to the house and I suddenly turned into the personal servant of my thirty closet family members. I cooked, from scratch I might add, a meal of fried rice and sweet and sour chicken (I made the sauce even!) hotdogs for the kids (ok, I didn't make them from scratch. urgh, the very thought.) provided drinks, tea, five different desserts, fun, laughter, joy! Bah. I'm fecking shattered! And they didn't even have the decency not to finish everything, so I had no leftovers to feed the D'Oub babes for the rest of the week. Feckers.

But it was a special day. Unfortunately Baby Oub got her Christening mixed up with her Confirmation - ie confirmation making you an adult in the eyes of the church -so she'd been refusing to go to bed until after 10pm the last two nights. Or maybe the devil was exhausting her, and now he's gone she's a lot less tired...

Speaking of tired, I'm going to go off to sleep now.

Hopefully.