This one’s for the mums. We are all bonkers and amazing. Love to all mums doing their best to just get through the day in the hope that tomorrow they will find the floor free of toys and lego. Hold fast.
And I woke myself up to draw this post. That’s how I roll…tea’s gone cold though…
This year I have been deluged with drawings, a chocolate spoon stirrer and a lovely cook book full of cake recipes for me to make.
I have also been deluged with so many witty captions it has been very hard to choose but choose I must.
http://kvennarad.wordpress.com/ you are my lucky winner with your caption, “My Mummy says there’s a difference between ‘doing nothing’ and ‘thinking’ – but they look the same to me.”
Please email me your address and I shall pop a book in the post straight away!
A big, big thank you to everyone who entered, please keep those witty comments coming as they are always appreciated and maybe I shall have to make this a regular feature. Perhaps I will give away a drawing next time, what do you think?
Happy Mothers Day, tomorrow I’ll be back to drawing, I promise.
What did YOUR mummy say to you?
With Mother’s Day fast approaching, the lovely folks over at Macmillan Children’s Books, who as you know published my first children’s book MY MUMMY SAYS last month, want to know what YOUR mummy said to you.
Whether it is words of wisdom that have stayed with you, gentle encouragement that has guided you through life or just plain old silly expressions that make absolutely no sense to anyone but you and your mum, I want to hear them!
Today, Wednesday 12th March, please do get involved on your blogs, on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram – just remember to include the hashtag #mymummysays so we can all rejoice in the wisdom of mother’s everywhere!
It’s difficult to paint with this going on in the background but I imagine it will be harder once they’re all in school and the house is quiet.
I think we have a kind of symbiosis that helps me make the most of every millisecond I have to draw and paint.
It may not be the best of what I can do but I’m ticking over and and with every day, there’s more work coming.
Thanks guys for the noise.
Rain and driving winds and cold temperature ruined our camping expedition. We haven’t gone, not yet anyway. The Welsh weather decided to throw everything at us this morning, so we’ve unpacked the car and are waiting for some, erm, form of Spring to return so we can at least enjoy a few days together.
Things I have tried today in vain attempt to change our predicament:
Shouting at the Sky
Shouting at the kids
Shouting at Myles
Shouting at the Cat
Shouting at the dishwasher.
Wouldn’t be too much to ask would it?
I like the word Fin. Means “the end” in French.
We’ve stopped breastfeeding, it’s been two days now.
Gruff is fine with it, has not asked and is a very happy boy. We’ve cut down so gradually that it’s just petered out rather than ended.
Me, I’m a tempest of hormones. Please let it pass quickly! (until then, there’s chocolate).
Ah well, end of one very happy and successful journey. We’re ready to move on now.
I’ve breast fed my children for a total of 4 years. Think it’s time to order some decent bras now…