Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: September 27, 2007

cheers to the onions

artwork by z

z appears to be the most self-sufficient 2yr old anyone has ever seen.
his current war cry is 'me do it myself', which he screams if anyone tries to help him do anything...often followed by, 'I'M A BIG BOY!'.

he was potty training for a week before he now uses a grown-up toilet like everyone else.
he refused the training seat.
he insists on trying to get in our trucks himself...but he can't: he frantically tries to scramble in and gets really upset when he's eventually helped.

tonight as we were having some macaroni cheese washed down with a little cava, z and maximum both insisted on their own glasses of the bubbly.
i believe in moderate introductions.
so gave both sons a thimble full in a shot glass.

z looked at maximum with glee and hollered 'CHEERS', as they clinked their glasses together.
maximum casually replied, 'cheers to the onions'.
'what?' said me and mrs.perou, almost simultaneously.
'it's what we say at school', said maximum, matter of factly.

i have used the not-long-haul-flying time to do some farmyard chores.
pulled another two tree stumps out of the ground.
i find this very therapeautic (like shooting shotguns) it's like pulling bad teeth, i guess.

spent ALL morning trying to assemble a list of all the international travel i have done over the last ten years: dates, places and reasons for travel.
this has been hell.
but required for my new states visa application.
i'm form-aphobic.

i have been around the world...to some places and more than once.
and i have no sensible record of that.
creditcard statements cross checked against old invoices and passport stamps: think i've almost sussed it.

this afternoon i took maximum to his swimming lessons at the local leisure centre.
which confused everyone i spoke to on my mobile while i was there.
'are you in a swimming pool'
'yes'
'i hope your phone's waterproof'.
etc...

i took a book on andy warhol with me to read.
the cover has a picture of andy with a skull on top of his head.
maximum said, 'what's that a picture of?'
'this is a famous artist', i said, 'he's called andy warhol...he's dead now'.
'was he famous becasue he was good at balancing?', said maximum.

btw. i fogot to put this link to planet on yesterday...so...