In the midst of the celebrations, I took a few little moments to reflect on the crazy collection of people that make up my family.
The day after Pixie's birthday we went to visit DB for dinner. Never let it be said that we cannot make our own amusement. When I was little my mum told me only boring people get bored, and I have refused to be bored ever since*.
Other people might make drives less stressful by making them shorter. Not us. We amused ourselves on the drive to DB's work (about 90 minutes away) by making it longer. To be fair it wasn't so much the driving that took longer but the random stops to take pictures for our Alphabet Photograph Scavenger Hunt.
Buglet also decided that she was going make as many dad jokes as possible. Her father thought this was a great idea. I was much less convinced. Sadly, I can't share any of them with you because the whole experience was too traumatising to remember.
The only one I have remembered from the day was Buglet telling off someone for turning off the fans before she had finished dancing because "I like to perform for my fans".
I will pause here for a minute while you finish groaning.
|Pirate socks - I was watching Buglet and Pixie do a pirate dance.|
You can tell they are my feet because the socks match.
*Side note: I tried that line on the girls when they were little. It didn't work so well. Pixie cried for about an hour because "You said I was boring, Mama. I can't help being bored. Now you think I am boring". In my defence, that was not the intention. But you have been warned - use this line at your own risk.
Sunday night we had dinner with my family. We went to dinner at Sizzlers (all you can eat buffet type place for those of you who may not have heard of it).
I always tease the girls for only eating yellow stuff when they go to Sizzlers. At least until they get to the dessert.
|A perfectly coloured meal - if you are a member of my family.|
There were 12 of us at dinner that night. Mum, three sisters, two brothers-in-law, two nieflings, plus us. Every single person's first course was shades of brown, yellow, and beige. (Me included. Mum and I were having pumpkin soup; not a variation of pasta, potato, corn or cheese!). Tink insists that she had red bits so she was different. One BIL insisted on going to get green stuff when he heard me teasing so I don't think that counts. Did I mention that I am the oldest?
My family. The perfect example of how nurture wins over nature.
|Sharing this photo because this beanie makes me laugh.|
PS the alternative title for this post (in case anyone was wondering after my recent musings about blog titles) was "50 Shades of Beige", but I just couldn't bring myself to write about my family with "50 Shades" in the heading!
- It is doubtful I am qualified to give parenting advice, there is still time for me to stuff up.
- I would not take road trip directions from me.
- I am not qualified to give nutrition advice.
- I am not even allowed to give legal advice without supervision.