• profileIt's not just pictures of the cats.

    About a boy named Hugo, a girl named Sophia, and three cats.

    July 2007
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because you’re gorgeous




imagine …

Hugo has an imaginary friend. He is an alien. As far as I can tell he has no name, he is referred to as “The Alien”. I have to feed, bath and dress the Alien along with Hugo. I even found some plastic toy bananas in the fridge and when I asked Hugo what they were doing in there, he told me “they’re for the Alien”.

I didn’t actually know he could open the fridge until then, and it didn’t really cross my mind that this might not necessarily be a great thing until he brought an egg (a real one!) to me that he’d retrieved from the fridge. He announced “I’m going to make you scrambled eggs Mum” and I was thinking “as long as it’s not raw scrambled egg all over the rug!”.

He’s really into cooking at the moment so we went to the kitchen to make scrambled eggs. Hugo has a unique method of making scrambled eggs … he basically smashes the egg into the bowl and pulls the shell out afterwards. A bit messy, but all part of the fun.




these are a few of my favourite things …

playing with him …

watching her grow …

and a pile of furries :)







already looking up to her big brother …




more baking




It’s called a homonym.

(Toddler logic, another lesson in motherhood)

Hugo: Mum, kiss it better!

Mum: Oh, you’ve got a cut. Do you need a band-aid? You can have a Wiggles band-aid or a plain band-aid.

Hugo: …. a plane band-aid!!

Guess who had to draw an aeroplane on a plain band-aid using a permanent marker?

Daddy explained, “It’s a homonym. Two words that sound the same but have a different meaning”. You could almost see Hugo’s brain ticking over, “a homonym? Um, no – it’s definitely a plane!”




further proof of his artistic genius

It is a helicopter, drawn from memory. Given the terrible attempts I make to draw helicopters for him, this is nothing short of amazing.




“it was nice growing up with someone like you –

someone to lean on, someone to count on … someone to tell on” (author unknown)




we made cupcakes

and in the time-honoured tradition, Hugo licked the bowl. When we were growing up, licking the bowl was almost better than eating the finished product. Hugo called this his “cupcake lollipop” :)

Here is a picture of the finished product … actually, these are cupcakes we made a while ago but I didn’t post the picture then so being lazy I thought I’d just recycle this picture. The ones we made this week were kind of the same, only with blue icing. And no decorations.