A Tidy Bedroom

Postscript to Party Girls

Sometimes I daydream about disappearing from it all, whisking my lovely family off to sunnier climes and leaving civilization behind, bivouacking in the outback or joining some hippy-dippy peace camp in the Ukraine. After Wren's party I was all glowey and waxing lyrical about how delightful it is to have friends nearby, better still that our children are all growing up together. It makes me smile when I think about Wren and Martha and Maisie and Harald (and all the others soon to join them) being such an important part of each other's lives and sharing these wonderful childhood memories together.
I would not leave this behind for the world.

Party Girls

Wren and Lily at Wren's 1st birthday party, messing about in drawers. We haven't gone down the whole baby proofing road and now I'm beginning to wish we had...

Vivienne and Pinky Bunny

Next to Tinker and Daddy and hopefully me, Lily's most favourite things ever...
Having been slightly thrown by the whole doll phenomenon I am much relieved that her best loved has turned out to be a punk with pink fishnets.

Round Two

Been lax of late at blogging but nothing to do with an absence of Lily news more to do with me being up the duff again. Round two of feeling exhausted, nauseous and devoid of fun. 10 weeks I think, maybe 11. Hopefully some energy will appear with the arrival of the next trimester.
How different this pregnancy is to the first, no rest for tired little old me when I have an extremely active toddler to chase about the house and no time for the endless navel gazing I took part in first time round.
Never realised vomiting could be a spectator sport but Lily insists on posting a vigil next to the toilet as I heave up my breakfast repeatedly....this is no time to wonder "just what have I done?"

Getting Organised

Have just bought this for my girl's Xmas present and am very excited. It's not the lovely hand crafted Waldorf/Steiner beauty that I had my eye on but it will serve it's purpose I hope, and give us many plates of imaginary cakes for years to come.

Happy Talking

I have an 18 month old. A vocal 18 month old, it was a long while coming but she is definitely getting the hang of speaking and all it's repetitive possibilities. Star and Car are absolute favourites at the moment and Boo and Biored which I think might be disguising itself as Bird but with a slight New York twang. Fortunately, (or more truthfully) unfortunately we have not managed to loose the pointing. I imagine she will still be playing the delightful pointing game well in to her thirties.