dig a hole

We had more than our fair share of drizzly cold days while we were away.  There is only so long you can either entertain children or ignore their whining.

I read Enid Blyton books over and again when I was little. 

In most there is some reference to Mummie sending the children into the garden.  In one I recall the children telling "Mummie" that it was raining and asking if they could come indoors now.  "Presently, my dears.  Put on your Macintosh coats and Wellington boots and Nanny will call you in later for Tea".  The children happily skipped off in the rain and not another word was said. 

No, "But that's not fair", or "I don't like the rain", or "It's cold" to be heard.

So by the second week I completely gave up and ordered my children O.U.T!   Delighted, they were!    They were instructed to, "Dig a hole!".

'See Tigs dig. Tigs digs a big, deep hole'.

'Oh, no Tigs lost his boot in the big, deep hole'!

As ever Woo has to keep up.

The second she saw Tigs lose his boot hers was royally kicked off and up she got to plunge her delicate little toes into the oozy, gooey mud.  She's wacky!

I popped back inside for a while and enjoyed the squeals of delight outside.  Mmmm.  Can you see that syrupy sludge dripping down my baby's forehead?  Courtesy of her charming brother. 

And so on yet another glorious, wintry, drizzle-filled country day my babies played and played and were bathed, dried before a roaring fire and slipped into fresh warm 'jammies by 2pm!

I hope the sun is shining wherever you may be.

Thanks for coming over today,

E x

relaxing

Relaxing.
In autumn.

Something's a little off here, though.
Why's her hair stuck to her forehead?
Is that a water droplet on her cheek?

Oh, now that makes complete sense! Doesn't it? No?


Autumn it may be and cold too but, she wanted to play in her water centre.
So the good Mummy that I am, filled it with 'bath' temperature water. Only I didn't mean take a bath!

Woo you are so funny!

I should add that these photos were taken about 4 weeks ago - I know, bad blogger - so it wasn't quite as cold as it is now but it was chilly, nonetheless!

She lay there for quite some time just being. Being happy. Being peaceful. Being calm. Being spontaneous. Being present. Being Woo.

And it made me think that we should all be a little more childlike from time to time. Just let our hair down, dance in the rain, throw caution to the wind, wear odd socks, eat breakfast for dinner. Who cares if it's cold out, she didn't catch a cold. Who cares if it's inappropriate? Well some people might but hey-ho.

Woo is Woo and we love her to bits and applaud her quirkiness.

May your weekend give you the chance to embrace your inner child and be a little left-of-centre, or even a lot if you wish.
And please let me know what you did!

Thanks for popping by,
E x

girl time

In an act of complete indulgence and spontaneity Woo and I went to the salon and had our first shared pedi together. She sat on her own chair and read Harper's Bazaar (Can I cross my legs please Mummy?). When she tired of the mag she altered my massage chair - it still felt good. And then while my nails dried we painted hers the same colour as mine. She was completely adorable and behaved like a princess the whole time. It was a joy to be there with her. All the customers gushed as she chitter-chattered away to me and remembered all her beautiful manners to thank the staff for washing her hands and giving her a drink. They also laughed like mad as she walked around the salon with the toe dividers jammed between her tiny toes!

I'm almost cringing as I type because it sounds so inappropriate - she's two, for goodness sake - but I'll blame Woo's Aunty Floss and her grandmother Momo as they won't come with me. Or maybe I'll just hold my head up and be happy that I did something lovely for me today and was able to have my darling baby girl with me for the ride. Yes, much better.

My all your toes be as cheery as ours are.