Sunday, 26 June 2011
Think of me when you reach 1m 30 .....
Whilst picking raspberries, I overheard a conversation between members of a family in the next row.
"Mum, Ollie's eating the pink things"
"That's ok Alfie, why don't you try one?"
"It tastes like waspbewwy yoghurt"
"What do you think makes your yoghurt taste like that?"
Guess sometimes we take for granted that kids understand about where flavours come from!
Friday, 24 June 2011
And the fact that he will be living 30 miles away from home instead of 150 is just icing on the cake!
Monday, 20 June 2011
Last year was my 30th wedding anniversary and as a special treat, we booked into a little boutique hotel in Bath. It was a lovely weekend and I have shared many photos of it on my blog. While we were away, our kids decided it would be nice to ring around our friends and see who they could rustle up to join in a surprise party for the day we returned home.
While we were away, R sent me a text to say that her and J wanted to take us out for a drink on the evening we got home as a bit of a celebration. We had a lovely last day in Bath, and came home feeling tired and to be honest, just wanting an evening in, relaxing at home. I said to R 'it's a lovely thought, but maybe we could go out tomorrow instead'. A look of horror crossed her face - 'No, it has to be tonight, come on, get changed, put some lippy on and let's go'. At this point I have to say that R is not a lady to be messed with once she gets something on her mind. So we popped into the local pub, and had a drink. By which time I relaxed and picked up a menu and suggested that we maybe have something to eat there instead of cooking something when we got home. Another look of horror. No, we absolutely couldn't have anything to eat, she would be cooking for us later. J kept checking his phone and at one point went outside to make a call. Suddenly, R & J were drinking up and obviously thought I was taking too long to finish my wine as R said, 'Can I try your wine?' and practically finished the glassful! In hindsight, obviously we had been rushed out the house so everyone else could arrive and J had had a call to say they were ready and we needed to go back.
We arrived home, walked through the front door and into the kitchen. Then R opened the dining room door and we saw everyone there - it was an amazing surprise and totally made our anniversary complete. They had gathered together old friends, new friends, and family and it was just amazing. For a Christmas present, they had one of the photos taken that night printed onto a canvas to hang on the wall, and it's a lovely momento of a surprise celebration
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1. Sandie: http://itchifingers.blogspot.com/
2. Ann: http://www.mafswife.typepad.com/
3. Louise: http://louisegale.com/
4. Angela: http://theenglishromantic.blogspot.com/
5. Laurie: http://inkingaroundtheedges.blogspot.com/
6. Karen: http://talesfromthescrapheap.blogspot.com/
7. Moira: http://dandelion-dreamer.blogspot.com/
8. Deb: www.debs14.blogspot.com
9. Alexa: http://simplyalexa.typepad.com/
10. Den: http://deecie.blogspot.com/
11. Lynn: http://amomentintime-craftycooper.blogspot.com/
12. Ruth: http://suburbansahm.blogspot.com/
Wednesday, 15 June 2011
Monday, 13 June 2011
Saturday, 11 June 2011
I knew I shouldn’t have made that little penguin the star of yesterday’s post, there was no peace until I agreed on taking him to the Eclectic Keepsakes crop today.
He was quite well behaved, and enjoyed making himself at home and having a good look round. He was particularly interested in Jane’s new tote
well at least until the cupcakes were handed out Hmm – that’s a mighty big cupcake for one little penguin. After tucking into it, he needed a little nap but then disaster struck! An evil scrapbooker came and kidnapped him,! Luckily he escaped and managed to get our attention by tapping on the window He was in a state of shock – good job both Karen’s are highly trained in first aid and knew how to put him in the penguin recovery position,
and cheer him up by offering him chewy sweets
After some investigations – we suspect we have discovered the identity of the kidnapper
and could finally get on with completing the lovely layout that had been designed then it was time to pack everything up and take one tired – traumatised – penguin home. I don’t think he’ll be coming with me again …
Friday, 10 June 2011
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
But I've been giving it some thought and I think I've come up with something. Something a bit different. Something that no one else would
And I know I run the risk of people thinking I am crazy, but I've kind of enjoyed gathering together these 10 things so I am ready to go!
Didn't an amazing amount of people take part in Sian's Sunday Stories this month, it was such fun to read them all. I just wish that blogger would let me consistently leave comments for people, I did read them all and tried to comment but some of them just took me round and round in a loop from commenting to having to retype my log in details, typing in code words, then back to log in page again. Is anyone else having this problem? So annoying, and I hate to think that people aren't getting the comments that they should have.
Sunday, 5 June 2011
So, it's late summer and my big sister has offered to take me to the park to keep me amused. I am probably about 3, which makes her about 11. 'If you come home via the cricket field, don't go near the trees at the end, there are wasp nests in them' warns my mum as we leave. So we head off for the swings, me probably skipping along happy to be out on my own with my big sis, and her probably a bit sulky as there would be a million other things she would rather be doing than entertaining her little sister. After a lovely time at the park, and a treat of a lolly from the ice cream van, we head for home. Me, tired and happy with that lovely strawberry stickiness all over my face because let's face it, at that age you can't eat a lolly cleanly and wet wipes hadn't been invented yet. Her, anxious to be home. I obviously wasn't walking fast enough because she decided to put me on her shoulders so we could walk home faster than toddler pace. And what way did she decide to go home ? - under the trees where the wasp nests were. With me on her shoulders, head brushing along the lower branches of the trees, covered in sugar. I'll leave you to draw your own conclusions to the story but suffice it to say, she was in trouble and I was in pain. And they wonder why I'm scared of wasps!