Just look the other way...it's for the best

So I’ve been struggling these past two weeks trying to think of an interesting blog post that didn’t involve the kid. Henry has been growing in leaps and bounds recently and I spend most of my time thinking of ways to keep him entertained. Added in all of this is the fact that Andy and I have been trying to save money so we haven’t gone out much at all. I think our biggest trip in the whole of February was driving to Hale (countryside Liverpool) trying to get Henry to nap. We had a pub lunch after he woke up. It was very nice.

Our very mild winter is quickly turning to an early spring. It’s been in the 50’s for the past two weeks so I’ve tried to get myself and the Henbot out in the sun as much as possible. Again, because we are trying to save money this mostly involves going to the park to feed the ducks and have a go on the swings. It’s been very pleasant but not exactly blog material.

I did have this whole post planned called “Why you CAN complain about California’s weather” which involved a lot of rambling. The whole gist of the post was that because California is sunny and lovely all the time you rarely appreciate it; whilst in England (and most of the world really) because the weather is so miserable all winter, once the sun comes out you really make an effort to enjoy it for all it’s worth. Yes, I was going to make a whole post about that. I’m struggling people.

I could tell you that I made a batch of Toll House chocolate chip cookies last week using a precious bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips that I brought back from the States only to fuck them up by not having quite enough flour and just forging through with the recipe anyhow. Are you bored yet?

Oh, the children’s center that I protested to stay open? They’re staying open. Yay.

I need new sandals. I have a pair of Doc’s in sandal form but I can’t walk for very long in them. I was thinking about getting a pair of Clark’s - maybe for my birthday.

When I was back in WI, the lovely Cat at Champion’s taught me how to purl stitch. I did a whole row of purl before Henry lost his grab on the drawer he was pulling out and thwacked his head on the table leg. Much crying ensued. Knitting was hence forgotten.

So yeah, how about those summer Olympics? London…woo.

OK, fuck this shit. Cost be damned, I’ll send one of you one of those gigantic chocolate Easter eggs I’ve been seeing in Tesco since January; all you have to do is leave me a comment and tell me who would win the battle in a poisonous frog vs. Oompa Loompa fight. I’ll put all your names* in a hat and let Henry draw the winner – that is, if I can read it before he put the paper in his mouth and eats it. Comment by March 8, 2012 to enter.

Your egg won't be this big.  Sorry.  I might be able to send a pair of severed hands though if that's what you're into.

In the meantime, I’m going to do some research online to find some shit to do so I never have to give you another post like this one.

*Unless no one else comments, if I am related to you or have known you in real life before this blog existed, I'm going to have to exclude you from the drawing.  However, that is not to say I won't send you a giant chocolate egg in exchange for Trident White gum, Q-tips and Kraft Mac & Cheese.