Monthly Archives: November 2011

Learning to fly.

On goes the Superman soundtrack, arms to horizontal and…….

Grounded.

Gruff is grounded because it’s chucking it down outside and even dinosaur wellies don’t keep little toes dry with that amount of rain, mud and cold.
Bonnie is grounded because she’s torn her nail and has one of Myles’ socks on her paws to stop her nibbling the open end.
Two frustrated souls.

Miss Independence.

I waited at the top of the road with my brolly. We thought we’d let her walk up the road from school to our house on her own.
It happened to be a horrendous wet and windy day.
I’m over whelmed with guilt.
Millie wants to do it all again tomorrow.

Dancing Bears.

Bonnie, anima-tronic dancing bears are NOT real, unlike Father Christmas, who is real.
Father Christmas won’t put a bone in your stocking unless you’re a good girl you know.

Bath-time

Evie’s got a brand new bag.

I wonder what she’ll put in it?

Roaming.

It’s getting a bit good out of the pram now, in fact it’s much better out of the pram.
Off you go little explorer, go get ‘em.

Tell me all about it.

Nothing like a good old moan after a hard day in the office, is there Millie?
Good job we have our little team of shrinks on hand to listen…

Dishwasher.

What, I have to empty it too?

Leaning Tower of Carrots.

He’s not eating his food, but my god there’s art in this boy!

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