Stumbled across this gem of a photo that Chantelle sent to me last year, of Emily sitting in the handy kitchen washbowl at Gordon’s Beach Lodge, no doubt while Chantelle was happily chopping things up in the kitchen during work.
If you are a long time reader of mine, then this shot might look slightly familiar. After all, way back in 2011, Jessica was treated to the exact same indignity! :)
Not that the kids seemed to mind it all that much…
I found these ultra cute photos of Jessica after raiding Chantelle’s phone, taken towards the end of last year. Because I have the irresistible urge to share all our digital snaps online, I thought it best I post them right here, right now.
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There. All better.
Thanks to the miracle of the modern digital camera phone, Chantelle has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that it would be impossible to bath Jessica in a small kitchen rinsing sink.
However, using it as a place of temporary confinement to allow you to continue with your other duties in the kitchen, well for that it seems to work a charm! :P
So this Tuesday evening past Chantelle and I decided to skip going to the movies after all. Why you might ask? Well remember I mentioned previously that Gordon’s Bay had lost its water supply from early Sunday straight through to late Monday evening thanks to a burst water main? Well the impact this had on the household was horrendous – apart from Chantelle stealing our fridge-chilled water to fill the cistern so that we at least could flush, the worst impacted by this sudden lack of wet stuff was without a doubt our kitchen – as you can see from the pictures below.
Dishes literally piled up, starting with Saturday’s dishes (hey, who does dishes on a Saturday?) and then extending all the way through to Monday’s load, this is what our poor kitchen slowly became.
So in all fairness, it was the best decision to stay at home and try and tackle this pile (after my swim and supper of course) – though when I say we I mean me as Chantelle was already mysteriously passed out on the couch just as Flash Forward began… :P
Sigh, our mothers would be so ashamed of us…