Tuesday, 28 December 2010

Toilet talk, potty patter, loo lingo.

Whatever you want to call it, it’s the best kind of humour in our household.  I can’t even lie and pretend we’re not ‘that’ kind of family, cos we are.  If you’re looking for someone to blame or judge, then judge Robbie.  He’s the patriarch, after all…
So, in light of the Campbell love for potty humour, Santa was right on the money with his gift to Eilidh.
You will notice, beneath the Whoopee Cushion (a timeless classic in all toilet humour based jokes), is a fake… number 2.  It has been the hit of Christmas of 2010.  It has already been used extensively and has had extended family suitably grossed out (either by the stool itself, or by our (lack of ) parenting).
OK.  So I’ll redeem myself slightly.  The tolie has been a great teaching tool for Esther and her potty training.  Seeing that in the bottom of the potty has helped her understand that  that’s where ‘those’ go…
So, if you’re looking for faecal fun, you know where to come.. Smile

Friday, 17 December 2010

Well, that's a huge noggin. That's a virtual planetoid


A post, to keep everyone updated with the sheer width, height and circumference of Esther’s expanding ‘do’.



Compare and contrast, in the beginning, with a wee while ago, with the above, most recent shot.


Wowsers.  Dianna Ross – watch out.  She’s coming to take your foozy, giant hairdo crown (that’s probably expandable like the ones you used to get in Burger King, so that it’ll fit her “orange on a toothpick”.)

Remind me to tell you about the time that we lost a clasp in there.  For three days.

Friday, 3 December 2010

Sure, I'll sign yer copy.

I'm famous.

I won't even tell you what page I'm featured on, cos you'll need to have a look through  this fabulous blog/magazine. 

Sure I'll you remember you all... the little people. ;)

Thanks, Melissa, for inflating my already huge ego. ;)