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Tune in and drop out.

Millie loves to put on her headphones and listen to music at the end of a busy day.tune in and drop out

Ganglylion.

Gruff’s all arms and legs at the moment. He’s grown a lot over the winter. I’m hoping for a slow down so I can keep up with the amount of trousers he’s grown out of!
Ganglylion

Return of the cake.

I’m delighted to tell you that after a thirty day absence, cake has returned to the Stevens’ household.

It’s been far too long, where have you been!

 

return of the cake

Urban sprawl.

Nothing to do?

Bored?

Just drop to the floor and sprawl. You know it makes sense…

urban sprawl

The thinking hat.

Reasons Evie likes to do her maths homework in a very large hat.

1). Large hats are cool, very cool.

2). Large hats amplify brainwaves.

3). It keeps unwanted siblings and pets away from the table.

4). No one can spot the stolen jaffa cakes you are secretly scoffing whilst doing maths homework…

maths hat

Closed.

closedGruff has unexpectedly closed. Please restart Gruff. If this does not work please run an overnight re-boot.

Wet.

january 2016
This early morning rising in the pitch black is always made extra joyful by getting the milk in from the front door in typically delightful Swansea weather.

December the 23rd.

dec 23 2015

December the 18th.

Never, ever trevor is this happening…

dec 18 2015

December the 8th.

Of course there should always be books for Christmas!
dec 8 2015

December the 6th.

We have a Christmas hat for Bonnie but she’d much rather shred it than wear it…
dec 6 2015

December the 4th.

dec 4 2015

Flushed.

Arnie loves to watch the toilet being flushed. I’m relieved that someone other than me can actually flush the toilet in our house…
flushed

Swishy.

From dinosaurs to big cats, Evie’s other great love is getting dressed for a party. The bigger and swishier the dress, the better! She’s spent most of the afternoon creating mini tornadoes from the vast amount of air current generated from spinning around for so long…
swish

Wash-a-geddon.

We’ve just got back from two weeks away and that means two weeks worth of washing to catch up on, what fun….
wash a geddon

Looking back.

I have well over a thousand drawings on this blog and I thought it would be interesting to revisit some blog posts from previous years over the next couple of weeks.
There are so many and I thought it would be nice for me to pick some of my favourites and maybe ones you haven’t seen before.
I started the blog back in August 2010 when Gruff was only nine months old, Evie was two and Millie seven.
We hadn’t even got Bonnie then and life was very much a day to day battle to find a few hours decent sleep!
The blog was and still is a way of capturing my family’s day to day in drawn form. I use pen and I draw straight into my sketchbook.
My drawing style has evolved since 2010 but alas my washing pile has too!
I hope you enjoy the compilations!
washing

The puppet.

Gruff made a puppet today from cardboard and string. Not your friendliest looking robot puppet…
the puppet

It cometh…

…the harbinger of lego doom, fear me!
hoover

Gold, Frankenstein and something else.

It’s nativity time! A wonderful performance by all the children. Da iawn!
frakenstine

The eyes…

Evie has been making pom-pom creatures tonight. She’s made quite a lot of them and has left them to dry on the table.
I’ve been twitching all night as I just can’t shake the feeling I’m being watched…
boggly eyes

Cat lifting.

Evie can lift a whole cat these days…
CAT LIFTING

The way he tells them.

Gruff has decided to tell us his own made up jokes. It keeps him amused for hours!
jokes

Sword boy strikes again.

Don’t think I can’t see you leaping off my sofa!
sword fun

Welcome to summer.

taps

Lazy bones.

Have sun, will worship…
warm

A fight with a hippo.

I think you won. Good morning Evie.
words fail me

Happy World Book Day!

Do you know who Evie’s favourite character from her favourite book is?

world book day

Pack Horse.

The slow trudge home from school just got slower now that Gruff is out of the pram and walking too. The only drawback, is that there’s no where to put the coats, bags, hats, lunch boxes, kitchen sinks,..etc that the girls bring home from school each day!

We also have our little stalker Arnie that lies in wait at the top of the road, waiting for the return of his little clan.

Television.

Exploitation of who eh?

Puddles on the floor.

Well, it’s a change to nappies isn’t it?

Potty Training Gruff.

Lots of trouser changes, lots of washing.
Lots of sweeties.
Getting there….slowly

Show Off.

Naughty.

You hum it and I’ll play it…

The gang have been bought a keyboard off their Aunties.
How wonderful.
I have heard the demo song over thirty times already.
The microphone attached to it comes with one volume and that’s very loud.
Obviously they love it.
Music to my ears.

Auntie Lizzie.

Auntie Lizzie has been staying with us for the last few days. We don’t see her very often as she works abroad.
The kids have been spoiled rotten and so have I.
Thank you Auntie Lizzie.
See you soon.

The Helmet.

Gruff’s got a new helmet. It’s brilliant.

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Bath-time

Celebrating treason.

Indeed we are, with sausages, friends and beer.
Viva la revolution!

Drip.

Wet feet, wet nose, wet children, wet bra, wet trousers, dripping wet.
Did I mention the rain?

Trimming my Bush.

Me + Ryobi Hedge trimmer = Carnage.

 

Dazed, Confused and Caked in Mud.

Who is that lady?

What lady?

Oh that one, the one lying half way down the embankment.

The one lying in the mud?

Yeah. That one.

The one making a mental note to herself not to slip and slide bottom first down a muddly embankment after her dogs ball.

You should have seen the trail she left walking home….

 

Shhhhh….

….don’t wake Mammy.

She’s too busy dreaming up the next post…

Tick tock.

Spider Alley.

Spider Alley, the place only the bravest children dare enter.

Brave the sticky webs and wrapped bundles of mummified bugs, spun and wrapped, ready to stick in your hair.

Run, run, run!

Thief.

Oi, leave the cat food alone, it whiffs and its no good for you…

The Shoe Box.

I’m sure Za za Gabor never has this issue with finding matching pairs of shoes…

Getting all the school ones ready. Is it really September already?

I’ve  enjoyed this summer, quite different to last year. Oh well, here’s to another term of walking to school, head-lice and homework.

Dogchair…

beware Bonnie, if you lie down for two seconds in this house, the rug rats will get you…

Beans, rain and money.

So glad I planted veg this year, saving me a lot of money on food.

We fight over who’s going out to pick what for tea, have a sneaky munch up the garden on a French bean or five…

Dog.

Mountains to climb.

How much washing can one family create on holiday? How much!
Wading through the stuff, bored of it now too.

New Page!

Ooh look a page full of drawings from the past week, enjoy!

Sweeties!

These men we’re going around the festival offering sweeties to any children.

Obviously mine being well informed about strangers didn’t stampede over us the minute a packet of love hearts was waved in front of them……

Back home late.

We got back late tonight and I’m pooped.

And the kids are too.

G’night.

Changing your child’s nappy in public.

Title says it all really, one big battle waged at four feet off the ground with poo thrown in for good measure. Joyo.

The Big Squeeze.

We’re off camping soon for a while and it’s hard deciding what to pack for five people,  so here’s hoping I got it right this time (and the weather is kind to us).

Gruff’s Army.

Lots of them, teeny, tiny little men. Gladiators, soldiers, Infantry, Horses, Normans, Vikings and Roman Centurions.

They cover the carpet and prepare for the onslaught.

 

Sparrowhawk.

Up high, soaring in huge circles.

Looking for sparrows.

Recycling rage.

It’s rubbish day tomorrow. Myles loves rubbish night. It’s his chance to show the planet what caring individuals we are and separate all our waste into pink bags, green bags, food waste etc. etc..

Tonight came the familiar bellow of frustration from our kitchien as my nearest and dearest went into meltdown as numerous plastic bottles gayfully skipped in all directions across our kitchen floor.

Ah well, only seven days until the next one eh?

 

fireworks at caerphilly.

Ill be back tomorrow but here’s another piccie. Next time I must remember my sketchbook.!

caerphilly camping.

It ain’t half hot….Mam.

Aaaaargh!
It’s warm enough for the paddling pool!

Red lolly, yellow lolly….

“Can I have a lolly Mam?
“No I don’t want that one, I had orange yesterday…Evie says she wants cola…oh and can Gruff have one even though he doesn’t eat them so I can have it when he chucks it on the floor….ok?”

Pooh Sticks.

Furry Distractions.

Pot Belly.

Boxed in.

We love a cardboard box, keeps Gruff and the girls entertained for hours. Joyo.

Welcome to summer.

Pyscho Chicken…

…qu’est-ce que c’est?
Gizmo is terrified of her….

Gizmo.

Our latest addition. Here to stop the chicken Mafia warring factions.

Nightmare.

What strikes fear into the heart of every parent more than the fear of losing their child?
It’s losing the child’s teddy.
In Marks and Spencer’s.
And proceeding to run frantically around the shop shouting”Teddy?”
Teddy was found ten minutes later perched happily on a rail (obviously placed there by some saint) watching hysterical Mammy with much amusement.

Kiss goodnight?

…oh…charming….

More tea?

I love my cup of tea.
I used to sing this song as a little girl. I’m sure the lyrics are not quite right but that’s what’s stuck in my head.

Look at what the cat dragged in…

… no, really, look, ew…

Mindful.

Garden gang.

Well summer is briefly here at long last. Not sure how much of it we’ll get but our vegetables are looking great.
With the kids help, we’ve planted so much this year that I’m in danger of becoming Felicity Kendall with the chickens and the veg patch.
Although she didn’t have kids.
And I don’t do dungarees.
Fair swap really.

Sports Day.

Evie just competed in her first Sports Day.
We had, Egg and spoon race,

Bean bag race,

Hula Hoop race,

If only the Olympics had an egg and spoon race, I’d pay good money to see that!

Fly Paper – part 2

I believe this is called Karma…

Fly Paper.

Our fly paper caught a very big fly today…

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Evie Riding Hood.

I read Red Hiding Hood to Evie and Gruff tonight and they thought it was fantastic.
Evie was not amused in the slightest at the eating up of Red Riding Hood and Grandma by the Wolf but thought it was great that her father then killed him with an axe, and pulled them both out alive.
Old ones are the best eh?

Pigeon Tree.

Atishoo.

Gruff is a big snotty mess today, but he has made a huge leap forward from leaving it stream all over his face…

Big Hugs.

I never get fought over like this!

Raining, pouring…

..and I want to get home, quickly.
It’s pouring off our hair, dripping off our noses. Its pooling inside my bra and seeping in my socks. Damn the bloody library closing on Tuesdays and not telling me!
Evie…Evie?
It’s yummy is it?

Mc Skivvy.

They pay people to do this in MacDonalds, they go round sweeping up cold chips and bits of nugget mixed in with whatever else gets dropped on the floor. Little dustpans and brushes on long sticks so you don’t have to bend down.
I got myself one with a pretty pattern on. It was a weak moment and I had my guard down and I bought into the shop’s subliminal message that all household objects have to have a pretty pattern on it.
Maybe someone’s vain attempt to make such a mundane and soul destroying job more aestheticly pleasing. (I would prefer a scene of Dante’s inferno to describe the sentiment I feel when sweeping up mashed boiled egg mixed with peppers and rice and cat hair).

Blue Skies…

…in Swansea. Wow.

Face Painting.

It was our School’s summer fair today and we decided to have our stalls in the playground.
The kids did me proud in their requests for what they wanted painted on their faces. These are a few examples of what was walking around this afternoon. Great fun!

This time last year.

…I wasn’t drawing at all. We all went on holiday and I packed one of the numerous, small sketchbooks that Myles had desperately bought in attempt to get me drawing again. I sat outside late one evening and stared at the page, what on earth would I draw? I drew what I knew best, my family.
Here’s to lots more drawing. And here’s to all those artists who have become sidelined, side tracked, ignored, undermined, ripped off or for those who will never be huge or famous or published.
Just keep drawing.

Boy Bits and Girl Bits.

Splat!

There goes Evie, smack into the concrete step outside. Just like her Mother to fall up the stairs too.



Sunset with the swifts.

In mid-summer, at sunset, the sun just catches the back of Millie’s attic window. If you stand on her bed, you can look out, bathed in red light whilst the swifts scream past our heads.

The Puppet Show.

So, after a mass gluing and sticking session with lolly pop sticks, boogly eyes, feathers and lots of glue, the stage was set for the puppet show of the century.
Well that’s what I was told as I was dragged to a chair.
Not quite Pyramus and Thisbe…

Five Pounds of Kindness.

We were out shopping today and an old lady approached Evie. They were chatting and Evie was showing the lady her toy. The lady then proceeded to give Evie five pounds and told her to buy herself a nice ice cream.

So that is exactly what we did. Thank you kind lady whoever you were, it made our day!

Yello Lorry, Green Lorry…

…note to self, do not leave back door open while children are equipped with dumper trucks.

Flowers in the Garden.

Of course, go and pick a flower Evie, just leave a few for the bees…

River Fun.

Been far too busy having fun this weekend!

Soft Play.

Yes, soft play. The very word causes palpitations and cold sweats in the most resolute of parents.
Remove your shoes and unleash hell….

Lord and Lady Pedantic.

I wonder where Millie gets that from? It’s absolutely hilarious to hear the pair of them…
excuse my atrocious spelling too…I hope Millie doesn’t notice…

Rain, Rain, Go away…

…and don’t come back another day. Really, don’t for a bit. We’re getting a little too much of the wet stuff at the moment.
It’s not Swansea, it’s Swampsea.

Dribbling.

Ah yes, another benefit to walking has arisen for Gruff. The discovery of booting a football!

Hotpants.

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