So, here are some over the last six (!) months. Maybe 2013 will be different and somehow more punctual? After all, we were spared the Mayan apocalypse, so perhaps I should be grateful for the extension to my life that doesn\u2019t involve being a charred, smoking, volcano\u2019d husk.<\/p>\n
Sam paused halfway through a rendition of Away In A Manger<\/em> to stare at me for a few seconds and then blurt out \u201cJesus is a type of fish!\u201d before giggling, running away, and carrying on as if nothing had happened. <\/p>\n In a similar theme, Sam is taking after her godless heathen parents and taking the Lord\u2019s name in vain when something surprising happens. However, she hasn\u2019t quite worked out what the various permutations of the words are, which leads to marvellous oddities like her exclaiming \u201cWHAT the GOD?!\u201d<\/p>\n Zach very much enjoys playing Minecraft<\/em>, and particularly likes it if his idiot parents come along in a multiplayer world with him, where we can be confused and slightly bored together. As a technical backstory note, we achieve this by selecting the \u201cOpen to LAN\u201d option, where LAN is an acronym for Local Area Network, which allows the traffic to be local and therefore much faster and also means we don\u2019t have to set up a separate server to host the game and oh christ I\u2019m bored just typing that.<\/p>\n ANYWAY, Zach announced to Sarah and I \u2013 very excitedly \u2013 that he was ready for us to enter his world by shouting \u201cI\u2019VE LANNED IT\u201d once he was up and running.<\/p>\n Gosh, that was a long way to go for one quick reference. My apologies. <\/p>\n Some very cute meerkats appeared on TV \u2013 probably advertising some awful long-distance calling or something \u2013 and Sam pointed at them and exclaimed \u201cI know what those are! Cat-meers!\u201d <\/p>\n Sometimes, however, she is more embarrassing \u2013 albeit correct – than cute. <\/p>\n We were collecting the two of them from their Nana, and had met at one of Nana\u2019s friends\u2019 house to have a \u2018picnic\u2019 lunch, since the weather didn\u2019t want to accord with our plans. So, everyone is happily eating and chatting and so on, while Sam sits on my lap and stares thoughtfully at our gracious hostess.<\/p>\n In an appropriate pause in conversation, Sam pipes up with \u201cDo you know\u2026 my Daddy told me that you shouldn\u2019t talk with your mouth full.\u201d<\/p>\n Conversation was a little more\u2026 stilted after that.<\/p>\n Zach has a drum set now, ostensibly to learn it all properly and such. Sometimes we are trying to talk when he is playing it, and when asked to be a little quieter, he replies that he is \u201cjust adding music to the process\u201d.<\/p>\n As a bonus, Sam has a pink electric guitar, and the photos of them in their band \u2013 which largely seems to feature the hit single \u2018Jingle Bells\u2019 \u2013 are very worthwhile.<\/p>\n We spent Christmas Day in Marton, on Uncle Shaun\u2019s dairy farm. Naturally, the cows needed to be milked in the afternoon, so we took one very trepidatious boy and one very inquisitive girl along as well to observe. Zach was having none of it, and hovered as far away from the cows as he could manage, whereas Sam demanded to be taken into the centre channel so she could watch the goings-on in intimate detail. She emerged later on with spots of cow dung all over her nice summer dress and a wide smile.<\/p>\n This was not reflected in the Christmas Day after-action report given by her at bedtime, where she said that the best part of her day was opening presents, whereas the worst was \u201cgetting poo on my clothes,\u201d adding after a thoughtful pause, \u201cit was cow poo\u201d.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" So, here are some over the last six (!) months. Maybe 2013 will be different and somehow more punctual? After all, we were spared the Mayan apocalypse, so perhaps I should be grateful for the extension to my life that doesn\u2019t involve being a charred, smoking, volcano\u2019d husk. 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