This post is part of The Gallery over at Tara's Sticky Fingers blog.
Wednesday, 18 February 2015
The Photo Gallery 218: Colour
This post is part of The Gallery over at Tara's Sticky Fingers blog.
Thursday, 5 December 2013
Monday, 1 April 2013
Poo-lympics. You heard it here first
We are still stuck in the tail-end of Winter here (no, Russians, I am not listening to your bleats that we have reached spring. Is there snow on the ground? Yes. About a foot of it? Yes. Was there a blizzard this morning? Yes. Well then. I rest my case...), but in spite of that Boy #2 is currently obsessed with the summer Olympics. So you find me in the middle of a conversation about when the next Olympics will be, where they are happening RIGHT NOW (repeated assurances that they only happen once every 4 years for about 2 weeks are falling on deaf ears, since he believes that if there is an Olympic torch somewhere, well then that means there must be an Olympic Games, right? RIGHT, MAMA?), and how we are going to get there. So he can wave his flag, obviously.
The news that we have over 3 years to wait - and that when they do happen, they won't be in London - was not welcome, I have to tell you. It was, if anything, greeted with outrage. The Olympics - not in London! What kind of craziness is this?
Boy #1, whilst very much able to understand the 4 year hiatus between Games, has decided to jump on board and is now lobbying for a torch shaped like a parrot in honour of the Brazil connection. He knows very well that to make such suggestions is simply adding fuel to the flames of Boy 's current pet topic, but is merciless in this matter, to the extent that he is now suggesting various toilet-humour themed additions to the sports we can expect to see in Rio 2016.
So here I am, stranded in Narnia, waiting for spring, desperately trying not to laugh too loudly at my older son's outrageous suggestions for poo-related olympic sports, and ducking as my younger son waves a Union Jack in my face.
I shouldn't think life gets much more glamorous than this, does it?
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
Things you never know about blogging...
Sunday, 10 February 2013
Wednesday, 23 January 2013
The Photo Gallery; Adventure
If you've visited The Potty Diaries before, you may know that I'm currently living in Moscow, Russia. Life here can be seen as taxing, exhausting, and insular, if you're not careful. It's easy to reach the stage where you close yourself off from the constant assault of 'Foreign' on your senses, choosing to stay home, venture out only when the cupboards are bare, and live from the beginning of one school term to the end of the next, buoyed up only by the prospect of leaving for your next trip 'home' the instant the school bell rings.
People do that, here. For years sometimes.
Or, you can simply treat each day as an adventure. Even when all you're doing is making a trip to the supermarket.
I've been wanting to take this particular photo for a while now. Any ex or current Moscow residents reading this blog will probably recognise this spot; it's on the main road from Sheremetyevo Airport - for a long time, the only international airport for the city - into Moscow. The soldier shown is in memorial of the soldiers of the 2nd World War (there is a female version on the opposite side of the road), and it's an iconic representation to many Muscovites of the pride they have in the sacrifice Russia's people made in fighting back the tide of Nazism.
To me, he and his female compatriot simply symbolise Moscow, and on a personal level - Adventure*.
* Because let me tell you, it felt pretty adventurous lowering the window in -15degC so I could take the photo whilst negotiating heavy traffic...
Thursday, 29 November 2012
It's snow joke...
At this moment in time we've gone past this morning's annoying little crystals which swirled around stinging cheeks, and moved onto the pretty, fluffy type of flake that falls picturesquely from the sky before joining zillions of others on the ground.
It looks very picture-postcard like, a good preparation for the festive season. I should find my camera and get busy. But you know what?
I am not impressed.
On the one hand I want to wrap up warm and never go out again, and on the other - I want to wrap up warm and never go out again. Oh, OK. I'll get over my temporary mood (which may, I'll concede, be more than slightly hormonal), and no doubt by next week I will have unearthed my cross country skis, re-mastered the Moscow Shuffle*, and rediscovered my usual state of very British awe at how Russia's climate refuses to be ignored, but in the meantime I am somewhat melancholy over the fact that I may not see grass again until next Spring.
Which is - in case you're interested and before you mock my dramatics - due sometime around mid-April.
To cap it all, I will need to pick the boys up from school on foot this evening because the snow ploughs are not keeping up with the weather and the roads are not really safe to drive on, so will no doubt end up pulling the pair of them up the hill on the sledge behind me. (This was quite good fun when we arrived here 3 years ago and they were 4 & 6, but a little more challenging now they're 6 and 9). On the plus side, however, I'm sure that by that time my inner Mummy Pollyanna will have resurfaced and I'll be making the best of it for their sakes,
It will probably sound something like this: "What do you mean, it's cold and it's wet? Come on! It's snowing! It's beautiful!"
Yes. That should do it.
PM squares her shoulders and sets off into the blizzard** on the school run.
*the art of walking on icy uncleared pavements / sidewalks without going head over heels.
** 'Blizzard' may be a slight exaggeration, for effect...
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
The Gallery; Extreme Close-Up

Sunday, 18 March 2012
Friday, 17 February 2012
Parenting Challenge #987; getting the kids in the fresh air when baby, it's cold outside...
Having foolishly wished for snow to lift the interminable greyness towards the end of last year, I am now rather regretting my foolhardiness in longing for the white stuff. Obviously, there are things about it I like, but there are also plenty that I’m not so keen on. Dirty slush, for one. Nincompoop drivers, for another. And the fact that it becomes even more difficult than usual to get my sons to play outside.
Don’t get me wrong; at school they have outdoor playtimes no matter WHAT the weather, but by the time they get home and even at the weekends, their interest in playing outside seems to have waned a little. Oh, who am I kidding? They’re not that interested even at the best of times, but now - when the snow lies thick on the ground - rounding them up, into their snow kit, and out of the back door for some healthy outside time is like herding cats.
I can’t blame my sons mind you; snow is cold, and it can be wet, and living in Moscow we do get a little bored of it, but they can’t spend the whole of January, February and March skulking inside. I’ve been casting about for ways to get them out of the house then, so when I was contacted by Tiger Sheds with some suggestions of outside games to play at this time year, I welcomed the additional input.
All of the games Tiger Sheds suggested are old favourites but I have to admit, not necessarily ones I would have thought about reminding the boys of in cold weather. There was ‘Red Rover’ (where children form two opposing lines, link arms, and shout for a child from the opposite team to try and break through their line), ‘What’s the time, Mr Wolf?’, (also known as ‘Grandmother’s Footsteps’), and ‘Stuck in the Mud’ (like tag but for two teams, and where a tagged child has to stand on the spot until a fellow team member slides between their legs to release them back into the game) which for some reason seems like it would be even more fun played in a foot of snow than it would normally.
The other tip Tiger Sheds have is to make hot chocolate and to take it out to the garden shed so the children have somewhere sheltered to drink it. Now, you may scoff at this as being a way of bringing their product – garden sheds – into the frame but it has one major advantage; it does avoid the problem of getting children to break off their outside play to come inside for a warming drink with all the accompanying removal of clothes that ensues. Have you ever done this and then tried to persuade them to put all their now cold and damp outdoor gear on again to go back outside for some more fresh air and fun?
With tv, ds’s and a warm bedroom with endless den-building possibilities calling, any sensible parent knows that just isn’t going to happen...
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
The Gallery; Week 86

Wednesday, 10 March 2010
Somewhere between 30 and 50...
