Monthly Archives: March 2016
Tea minion.
Millie made me a cup of tea today for the first time and it was perfect. Anyone who regularly reads this blog knows how much tea I drink. Today is a very happy day!
Disaster woman.
No this isn’t a gory scene that I’m re-enacting from a horror movie, it’s the moment when your long awaited bottle of fizzy wine decides to explode at the moment of un-corking
and you hope what you’re covered in is just wine and not your own blood.
This particular bottle of wine was a gift from my sister and had travelled all the way from Italy, pity we couldn’t use straws for all that wastage.
Ah well, cup of tea it is then after a mass cleaning of the crime scene…
Easter eggs.
Three children equals a lof of chocolate Easter eggs and Bunnies. I suppose I’m going to have to do the decent thing and help them eat it!
Cleopatra and Bugs.
After a frantic week gluing and painting, Cleopatra and her god-egg of mummifiaction and Bugs Bunny had a whale of a time at their parade today.
Something fishy going on.
Lesson learnt. Do not get engrossed in phone when balancing a plate of fish on your lap. There will be consequences!
Sticking and gluing.
Well it’s that time of year again. It’s Easter Bonnet Parade time and it’s just Gruff making his hat this year as Evie is making an Easter Egg for her competition.
This year’s creation has involved an awful lot of glue and cotton wool…
Potato bunny.
Potato bunny was created with tonight’s dinner. I don’t know what this says about my cooking but needless to say, Potato bunny has aquired an immunity from being eaten.
This was followed by an amazing appearence of several other “potato bunnies” on various plates.
I am not cooking with potatoes ever again!
Full of it.
Millie’s full of cold at the moment. Discarded snotty tissues litter our lounge where they were cast off after another nose blowing.
Anubis.
Evie is studying ancient Egypt. Bonnie is obligingly helping portray the god of mummification.
Old Ted.
My teddy bear from my childhood has been adopted by Evie. She has decided that he needs looking after and if I am not cuddling him, she should take over.
Gruff has been distraught at this prospect as he thinks I don’t love my teddy bear anymore.
I had to tell him that I do still love him, I love him enough to share him with Evie.
He’s quite a looker these days, he has my Grandfather’s sock sewn onto the back and a bandage for his tummy. He has one arm and lost his nose many moons ago. He has been to University, he has watched me draw and grow while he slowly fell apart.
I have had to spend the evening cuddling my Teddy bear to reassure Gruff that I do still love him…I’m sure Ted’s looking happier now, what do you think?
Defrosting…
…my fridge-freezer had iced itself up so much it’s gone ka-put. The dog is made up as she’s getting left-overs galore.
Helping hands.
Gruff has a pair of very large Hulk hands. He has brushed his teeth in them, stroked the cat in them (cat was not amused), attempted putting his shoes on in them, tried to drink and eat in them.
I do believe he’s currently asleep still wearing them…
Cone of shame.
Bonnie’s over-zealous grooming has led to some sore bits on her. The cone went on this afternoon. There has been lots of bumping into things and sad doggy eyes.
I am not popular.
Mother’s day.
I’ve been spoilt with Ice Cream from Joe’s and lovely drawn cards. I’ll leave you with Millie’s contribution.
St David’s Day.
Which means most of today was spent waving daffodils, eating welshcakes and definitely singing. Wales may be a small country but we do our national day proud.
Happy St David’s day.
Doodlemum 