Tactile play

Busy hands at work.

Bit of flour. Bit of water. A Mutti who is tolerant of mess. And also cleans up for me.

Thanks Mutti ;)

Who and What??

So here's the Who.

L has a party to go to on Wednesday. A dress up party. We talked about it and he decided he was going to be a dalek (thanks to recent Dr. Who spree). Kind mummy that I am, I went all out preparing to make the dalek costume.





Shhh...I know what you are thinking. I rock eh?

Anyway, then Bunce completely confuses the issue by suggesting he could actually go as the Doctor himself. Not good on decisions my boy. Grrr...thanks Bunce ;)

After many days of consternation, we decide that yes, he will go as the Doctor. "What will you wear? Which Doctor will you be?" I ask innocently enough.

"Which Doctor has hair like me?" asks the pragmatic boy.

"Ummm... the recent one looks kinda like you..." I suggest hesitantly, with minimal grasp of Doctors.

A look of 5-year-old lateral thinking, then a lightbulb goes off. "I know!" he shouts, in much the same way whoever-it-was shouted "Eureka!". "I will go as the newest Doctor. He has regenerated, and he looks just like...me!"

He ran to his room and proudly showed us his costume. A t-shirt. Trousers. Just like L.





Not a thrilling costume, but cute none the less.

And the What. Or What the? P has sore tongue, and has had for 4 days and counting. Doing my head in, yes. Completely weird, yes.

Perfect Spring Sunday

Lunch by the water with Grandad R.

A boat to play on.

Even cuddles on the boat!

And a perfect spring puddle to jump in.

Did you catch that glee?

Girls do guitars too...

The sunglasses were her own rock-look decision.

More family maths

Fact:
A boy +


a new guitar =



a happy boy.

Correction: happy boys.

Indigo

L dancing as indigo in a rainbow in the school show.

A new P

Make a skirt (good Mummy points 100) +

Cut a fringe (thanks Mutti)=

One very sweet girl.

Ways to get out of going to bed 2

"I have a wee wee"



Grrr.....yes, I have spared you the full horror of that picture. Well, actually I have spared P the indignity as she grows up. But she offers me a big smile while NOT doing a wee wee, so can I really complain? Ummmm...yup.

This should really be a new post entitled something like "I could be a better wife" . My socks - lovingly hand-crafted from hand-dyed 'Violet Beauregarde' yarn:

My husband's socks:

Okay, okay. I could be a better wife.

Could be worse though eh?

A day with friends

Friends bearing gifts. (OOoo that's the best sort.)

And friends bearing sewing challenges. (Kinda interesting too.)

All you need to be happy

is a cuddle with a grandparent,




and a tickle from your mum.

Okay way too many pictures today because I'm still enthusiastic. This is to make up for all the days in the coming year I slack off, okay?

One more of my beautiful Goldilocks girl.

Ways to get out of going to bed 1

Settle down quietly at the table and start some independent writing. No way is Mummy gonna stop you to pop you into bed. What a fabulous job you did L! You are smart. And crafty.

If you need a translation it says:
I went to Snow Planet.
I went tobogganning. It was fun.
It was my dad's birthday.
My dad went skiing.

Not quite grumpy day

Today was supposed to be so much fun with my new whizzy friend



but then he went all bung on me and I tried hard to be grumpy and frustrated all day. Couldn't get any work done, but then really, who wants to work anyway?

Spring is definitely looming and I was forced to hang around the garden while my little ones played. Much more fun. How can I be grumpy when it is a day to fill your digger with daisies?



And your little sister copies.



There are the first broad bean pods to harvest.



And even the afternoon shadows on the wall are looking somewhat funky.



Yep, was a good day after all.

And thanks for fixing my whizzy friend, blokey husband :)

The first day

is a red day. I finish a red swing cardy for P. She is disappointed because it turns out she thought I was knitting her a car.









Bloke and I finally summon the energy to paint the wall in the stairwell red. And even some of the white ones too.







And the delicious children eat red berries for pudding. With associated mess.