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ang_weasley's InsaneJournal:
| Wednesday, August 12th, 2009 | |
| 10:32 am | Oh, potty training. Need I even say more? Now I've never actually DONE this before, but when my daughter looks at me and tells me to "change the nappy, Frank" it's probably about time to start. |
| Wednesday, August 5th, 2009 | |
| 10:48 pm | I love weddings. Like the newlywed Mr and Mrs Potters'! It was lovely and the air was filled with LOVE and... weddings are great. George, can we get married AGAIN? That would be wonderful. So, Gin, when we expect the first baby Potter? In other news, how much do I hate missing out on one of the most crucial parts of the season because some kidnapper decided to leave lingering spell damage? Oh right, that's a lot. More time with the twins is never a bad thing, but I miss flying. The team healer said there's no way he's approving me to play for at least two months. At least. That means it could be longer. I'm going to go stir-crazy. |
| Monday, July 20th, 2009 | |
| 10:50 am | [Backdated to Sunday afternoon, upon receipt of the scary owl] GEORGE! George, please come here now. Please. |
| Tuesday, July 14th, 2009 | |
| 2:34 am | [written messily] Forced an orderly to bring this to me. woever did this, fuck you. Molly, will you give the twins a kiss for me? |
| Thursday, July 2nd, 2009 | |
| 12:10 pm | (written thursday evening, after the zoo) We have two new stuffed animal additions to the family thanks to the zoo gift shop and a mummy (me) who was so pleased with the lack of temper tantrums that I decided to spoil them. We now have a stuffed iguana, which is hideous and I have no idea why Roxie chose it, named--you guessed it--Frank. Freddie chose a giraffe, which he named Gaffah (I could be misspelling it. Freddie didn't specify). Which I think means Giraffe. Hestia, thanks for a wonderful afternoon and tell Isabella thank you for helping me get the twins nice and worn out. They were quiet when we got home! [Private: George] The twins are absolutely exhausted from the zoo. They're already in bed, sound asleep. This means you should come home because we've practically got the house to ourselves. |
| Sunday, June 28th, 2009 | |
| 12:49 pm | That referee was absolutely blind. That beater intentionally knocked our seeker off of the broom, intentionally fouled and injured him. Before we could get him subbed out (he was all right, thank Merlin, just a concussion and some bruises), the seeker for the Arrows caught the snitch. The ARROWS! We were ahead seventy to zero and the cheating bastards got the snitch. They must have paid off that referee. There is no other way. If our seeker had been on the pitch he would have had the snitch. I don't have any doubt. I lodged an inquiry but the committee said they couldn't "prove" anything. Which is bollocks. It was clear as day. I need a distraction. |
| Monday, June 22nd, 2009 | |
| 11:25 am | Since the team healer still won't let me practice today, I decided to take a rare day off. It appears, however, that Rox and Fred still want to go visit grandmum. When I said we might go to the zoo instead, they cried. Does anyone at the Burrow have any objections? |
| Friday, June 19th, 2009 | |
| 2:13 pm | Private: George Had to leave practice early today because the healer's a cuntface. But Ginny's upset. I'm going to her house. You think you could pick up the Franks from your mum's? |
| Monday, May 25th, 2009 | |
| 11:04 pm | Ow. You know, the ground seems to get harder as I get older. OW. Seriously, does this fecking healer have to keep OW! That's it. I'm leaving. No more healing. |
| Wednesday, May 20th, 2009 | |
| 2:27 pm | Today has just been... well. Busy, exhausting and amazing all in one. It's only three in the afternoon, too! Today was the first official day of National Team practice. We've met a couple of times already but this was the first time where we all got our schedules together and came to the London stadium after all of the league team practices. I was at the Falmouth pitch by six, done with my Falcons practice at ten, grabbed a little snack and headed to London. Talk about intense. I mean, I expected it. It's the NATIONAL TEAM, for the love of Merlin. It was fun but it kicked my arse. I don't know that I'll be able to move tomorrow. George might have to roll me out of bed so that I can get moving! I came home about an hour ago, picked up the kids from Molly's (God bless her, by the way. Between she and my mum and dad we haven't had to find a daycare or anything, which makes me so happy. I can't stand the idea of strangers raising my babies!) and took them back home. Roxie is into everything right now, but up until this point she was just calling everything either "mama, daddy, or drink." Or Frank, which is the name of every single one of her stuffed animals for some reason, and what she calls her brother... and sometimes what she calls me.. but anyway. We sat down in the living room floor with some toys and were rolling a ball back and forth between the three of us. Fred knows the word for ball. In fact, it's his favorite word. He doesn't talk as much as Roxie but he seems so focused some times. He was really concentrating on where the ball went, it seemed like. When Roxie would take too long, he would look at her with this oh-so-serious expression and say. "BALL." He got fed up with it I guess and decided to take the ball away from her so he just sat there in the floor with it in his lap rolling it around. And then Roxie did something amazing. She got up all by herself. Which, I mean she's gotten up with the help of a chair before. Pulled herself up on the couch. But she got up with nothing to help her at all, just stood up, walked over, grabbed the ball and fell down right next to Fred. Who started to cry. Then Roxie petted his head and said "Frank, no." Which I guess means don't cry in twin speak. and then she gave him the ball back. It was adorable. Okay, my annoying mummy gushing is over. |
| Tuesday, May 19th, 2009 | |
| 7:43 pm | ( Angelina Weasley ) |