Lately there has been evidence that my cute little baby Alien is turning into a MAN.
As evidence I present exhibit 1:
MAN-handling the helm...
Friday, January 29, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Winter comes to Very Small Island
Hubby is in Utah. Snowboarding. On a boys trip.
Caveboy and Alien have school, and so were not invited to join the fun despite having all the testicular equipment required to qualify for a boys trip.
Instead they have made their own winter on Very Small Island.
Yes those are ice chests.
With ice.
Caveboy and Alien have school, and so were not invited to join the fun despite having all the testicular equipment required to qualify for a boys trip.
Instead they have made their own winter on Very Small Island.
Yes those are ice chests.
With ice.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Bundle of green cuteness
We rescued this little guy from our cat this morning.
He's a baby iguana.
When he grows up he'll be three feet long, brown, and extraordinarily ugly, but right now he's a cutie.
I never really imagined I would find myself using that descriptor for a scaly reptile, but that's what I've come to after 11 years of nurturing male children.
He's a baby iguana.
When he grows up he'll be three feet long, brown, and extraordinarily ugly, but right now he's a cutie.
I never really imagined I would find myself using that descriptor for a scaly reptile, but that's what I've come to after 11 years of nurturing male children.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
There's more to life than sailing
Sometimes when I complain that it seems like our lives have been wholly taken over by sailing, hubby reminds me..
in his most soothing tone..
that there's also kiting.
Well thank goodness for that.
in his most soothing tone..
that there's also kiting.
Well thank goodness for that.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
More sailing
This weekend was major kids regatta weekend on the next door island for Alien.
He even got time off school for it. Hence the smug look.
Hubby takes Alien's sailing very seriously.
Between races he fine tunes Alien's boat to adjust for changing wind conditions. This kind of tweaking of boat equipment, I am reliably told, is called 'wanking' in technical sailing speak.
Sometimes several dads will get together and have a group wank.
Hubby is very even tempered. In fact he can be so calm, my Very Glamorous Mother once mistook him for being comatose, but that's a story for another time.
The point is, he doesn't easily get agitated.
Unless he's watching Alien sail.
He's mostly quite good about letting Alien learn by experience, but every now and then, when he just can't help himself anymore, he'll let loose an enormous bellow of helpful advice.
Like this.
"Hike it ouuuut! Hiiiiiiiiiiiike"!!
When Alien hears the familiar bellow of the papabull he tosses his butt as far off the boat as is humanly possibly without actually falling in the drink. This apparently is not approved hiking technique, but he gets 10 out of 10 for effort.
In the Green (beginner) fleet, bellowing dads are indulged. When Alien eventually graduates up to White fleet, the race committee will likely be less amused by this type of behaviour and Hubby will have to try to find a way to stem it.
Here Alien is hauled before the judges and told off for an infraction of the rules. If Hubby popped an artery at this point, he was blissfully silent about it.
Note here, on the third day of racing, that Alien is in the water relaxing while everyone else is fretting over their boats.
He can do that because his boat is already perfectly wanked.
After a heavy day of racing it's time for a little R&R (Alien style)
And an enormous dose of ice cream.
He even got time off school for it. Hence the smug look.
Hubby takes Alien's sailing very seriously.
Between races he fine tunes Alien's boat to adjust for changing wind conditions. This kind of tweaking of boat equipment, I am reliably told, is called 'wanking' in technical sailing speak.
Sometimes several dads will get together and have a group wank.
Hubby is very even tempered. In fact he can be so calm, my Very Glamorous Mother once mistook him for being comatose, but that's a story for another time.
The point is, he doesn't easily get agitated.
Unless he's watching Alien sail.
He's mostly quite good about letting Alien learn by experience, but every now and then, when he just can't help himself anymore, he'll let loose an enormous bellow of helpful advice.
Like this.
"Hike it ouuuut! Hiiiiiiiiiiiike"!!
When Alien hears the familiar bellow of the papabull he tosses his butt as far off the boat as is humanly possibly without actually falling in the drink. This apparently is not approved hiking technique, but he gets 10 out of 10 for effort.
In the Green (beginner) fleet, bellowing dads are indulged. When Alien eventually graduates up to White fleet, the race committee will likely be less amused by this type of behaviour and Hubby will have to try to find a way to stem it.
Here Alien is hauled before the judges and told off for an infraction of the rules. If Hubby popped an artery at this point, he was blissfully silent about it.
Note here, on the third day of racing, that Alien is in the water relaxing while everyone else is fretting over their boats.
He can do that because his boat is already perfectly wanked.
After a heavy day of racing it's time for a little R&R (Alien style)
And an enormous dose of ice cream.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
The tinsiest Island of all
This is Itsy Bitsy Tinsey Winsey Island.
It's the tinsiest island of all.
It belongs to someone very rich.
Who can afford fake trees.
And real flamingoes.
Sometimes we trespass.
But don't tell.
It's the tinsiest island of all.
It belongs to someone very rich.
Who can afford fake trees.
And real flamingoes.
Sometimes we trespass.
But don't tell.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Flyplass
This is Flyplass.
He is three hundred years old and has no teeth.
He belongs to my Very Glamorous Mother.
“You can’t kill somevone just because they are verry verry old” VGM says pointedly every time I come over.
She has been carefully drilling this message in to me for the past 200 years of Flyplass’s life. She wants to be very sure I understand that extreme old age is not an adequate excuse for popping someone.
She demonstrates, with the help of Flyplass, the correct way to feed someone who has no teeth. I break out the note book.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Alien considers life in the homeland
I finally take delivery of my new car.
I pick Alien up from school in it. “Sweeeeet” he says as he sinks himself into the creamy leather and starts surveying the knobs and dials. He fiddles for a while until the AC is blasting and his seat warmer is on full tilt.
After a quiet bit of contemplation he says “this must be what it’s like to be in Norway.... freezing air and roasting butt.”
“Yep” I say “That’s pretty much how it is over there.”
I pick Alien up from school in it. “Sweeeeet” he says as he sinks himself into the creamy leather and starts surveying the knobs and dials. He fiddles for a while until the AC is blasting and his seat warmer is on full tilt.
After a quiet bit of contemplation he says “this must be what it’s like to be in Norway.... freezing air and roasting butt.”
“Yep” I say “That’s pretty much how it is over there.”
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
A snow day for the kids..
Last night Tropical Storm Olga formed directly over our heads. Temperatures plummeted to a chilly 23 degrees (yes thanks, I can feel your sympathy radiating directly in to my woolly socks).
This morning it's actually blustery, which is a weather condition that is only supposed to happen in the homeland and certain abandoned regions of England.
Most likely they'll close the schools, which is what happens on Very Small Island any time there is a remote possibility of rain. Caveboy and Alien are still sleeping, but when they wake up and see the sprinkling of rain outside they'll feel the same glee as little Viking boys in the homeland feel when they wake up to discover the house is completely buried in snow.
This morning it's actually blustery, which is a weather condition that is only supposed to happen in the homeland and certain abandoned regions of England.
Most likely they'll close the schools, which is what happens on Very Small Island any time there is a remote possibility of rain. Caveboy and Alien are still sleeping, but when they wake up and see the sprinkling of rain outside they'll feel the same glee as little Viking boys in the homeland feel when they wake up to discover the house is completely buried in snow.
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