Monthly Archives: May 2015
Toothy peg is free!
After six months of wobbliness, Evie finally wobbled it free tonight and then promptly lost it down beneath her bed.
We’ve left some directions for the tooth fairy to follow…
Bottom.
The icy cold water of our paddling pool is perfect for making lovely heart shaped prints all over the garden.
Made from the bottom of his bottom.
Just charming.
When to walk away…
…or crawl away on your belly Bonnie, very quickly, that goose really doesn’t want to say hi.
Expletives.
I bumped my arm today and it really hurt.
You’re lined up at the bottom of the stairs, aiming for the top step, teddy in hand and the throw has already been made in your head.
You take aim.
You hit the bottom banister as hard as you can with your forearm.
Oh……
Toothy peg…
…is still here! Our lovely dentist says it’s very nearly out anyway and wants Evie to be the one to pull it out. She’s been set very important, specific wobbling exercises. 
Sticky outy tooth.
Evie’s toothy peg’s days are numbered as we have a little visit to the dentist planned tomorrow…
Sewing…part two.
Oh for pity’s sake I sewed the flippin’ badges on the back of the sash!
Off they come…
Sewing.
Evie is now a Brownie and I’ve just sown on her first few badges tonight. I’d like to say that my passion for creating things extends into needle and thread.
It doesn’t.
I have a very sore thumb to prove it but I will have one happy Brownie in the morning.
Evie’ wobbly tooth…
It’s a proper sticky-out wobbler. It won’t budge, even though the new tooth is busy descending into place.
Pumpkin patch kid.
Gruff’s been helping me put our little pumpkin seedlings into bigger pots tonight. We’re hoping to have a sprawling pumpkin patch in our garden Like Hagrid’s garden in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
Mega-egg.
One of my hens laid an enormous egg this morning. I haven’t cracked it open but I’m expecting a double yolker or a Jupiter sized yolk. Suggestions for meals are most welcome.
Sleepover.
No I’m not packing my children off to a faraway country away from nasty Tories, just a little sleepover at their Auntie’s. Obviously they’re well prepared and I can see a little bit of my floor again…
Doodlemum is not here.
She’s busy trying to dispose some fat cats (not Arnie).
If you’re in the United Kingdom, get out and vote.
Sticky uppy hair.
All the rage, don’t fight it, embrace it. Neat hair lasts two seconds in our house before someone comes along and ruffs it a bit to fit in with the rest of us scruffs.
The hand on the beach.
We played fetch with a rubber glove that Bonnie found on the beach this afternoon. If that wasn’t strange enough, the glove had filled with wet sand so it felt like throwing a hand. (Not that I know what throwing a hand feels like)…..
We decided that it was not coming home with us but best left on the beach for someone else to rediscover….
One republic.
Fair point Gruff, I think pirates in Buckingham palace would be very entertaining indeed!
Happy birthday oh cool one.
Yeah you with the cool t-shirt, cool hat and trainers and having a whale of time shooting your friends at Laserzone. Good on you, good on you for just being your fabulous self. Keep it up, your immensely proud and most uncool mother.
Doodlemum 