Friday, 2 October 2009

A little boy and his friend


Meet Nu-Nu.
A penquin
And a boys' best friend.
Bought by me when Noah was still in the womb this soft, cuddly poppet has slept alongside Noah every night since he first came home.
He isn't as plush as he once was. He isn't as bright and clean as he once was.
Cuddles do that to a penquin.

Thursday, 1 October 2009

2


This week Toby has turned 2 - wow, how did that happen? I have been looking at ways in which to record the moment and this was one of them. I also intend to do a photo a day for the month of October - I love the colours at this time of year so hopefully many opportunities will present themselves.

Thursday, 9 April 2009

Easter Time


Why is it that you can spend so much time shopping for a child related activity, setting up the activity only for children to a) realise that a chunk of dry shredded wheat isn't easily chewable b) eat 50% of the prep work and c) complete activity in a time that only Usain Bolt is generally familar with.

There are two weeks of Easter Holidays, 14 days, 336 hours, 20 160 minutes, 1 209 600 seconds. The nest making barely lasted 5 minutes. Bugger.

Wednesday, 8 April 2009

Creative Genius


Over the last 72 hours Noah has become something of a creative monster, quite uncontrollable. Give the kid a crayon and he will go and go and go, outlasting even the most in shape Duracell bunny. I don't want to halt this artistic flow but I am concerned as to what to do with 100+ portraits consisting mainly of myself, Toby and Daddy, the odd apple and rocket thrown in for good measure.

Tuesday, 7 April 2009

Home Sweet Home


Returning from a trip means a little shop en-route for the basics, milk, bread and in my case flowers. I like them in my house, it makes it home for me.
They don't have to be special, they don' t have to be designed in fact it is more pleasing when they just rest in their vase and relax.

Superstitious?


I question the reasoning of having these digits represent a flight number? As an uneasy flyer and saluter of magpies, it didn't settle easy with me. But no plane fell from the sky and I survived to be able to write about it. Not all went well though.
This case had a friend, and at the moment the friend is lost.

Trees are there to be climbed


Boy's should climb trees, in fact I think it should be part of the National Curriculum for the under 10s to climb trees.

They should also be made to figure out how to get themselves down.