Monthly Archives: January 2011
I’ve gone and Lost it….
Don’t talk to me, no don’t really don’t. I can’t talk right now because I’ve lost something I shouldn’t have. I can’t find it anywhere either. I’ve looked….everywhere. Stupid me left it in my jeans pocket when I was making pizza dough the other day. Now I’ve just pulled my jeans out of the wash and I’ve got a sick sinking feeling……..
Tigers Vs Dollies.
The toy battle rages on. This time we have Gruff’s tiger versus Evie’s army of Disney Princesses, Barbies, and Polly Pockets.
The Children’s Graveyard.
There is a graveyard by the school, which has overgrown with Japanese knot weed. It lies between the rows of terrace houses and most days, you would pass it by and not notice much about it.
The graves are very old, some over a hundred years and more. A lot of them are of very young children, some only months old, some two to three years old.
I don’t believe I have ever seen anyone laying flowers in it.
The school run and the Snow Queen.
A very cold easterly wind blew at us on the way to school today and blew us back up the hill on the way home. The girls reckon it was the Snow Queen trying to get us….
Evie Iron Legs.
I think the walk home today from school was a particularly long one for Evie.
Just as we get to the top, she always turns around and takes a look back down the hill to see how far she’s come.
Gruff, the creator and destroyer of towers.
Built this post up a bit.
Sorry will stop making silly puns. Just look at the piccie!
A quick Safari before tea.
The TV stayed off after school tonight.
Sometimes you’ve got to wrench yourself away from the norm to find more exciting things to do. I believe the kids succeeded, they were a bit late for tea though.
Get behind me cake!
It’s there in the kitchen, calling to me…
What’s that? Yes it is my third slice today and I’m not counting the sneaky slither I had rushing out to school this morning either…
Sea, air and toilet rescue.
It’s a long way down from the toilet when you’re tiny, timid and three years old you know.
Mammy’s a bit Spaced.
It’s Sunday and the lounge is awash with toys. Can you lot go and play somewhere else please and give Mum 5 minutes peace?
