Tuesday, 25 November 2014

10 things so sweet about you

1. The way you shout "Daddy" and rush to see him when he arrives home.

2.  The way you run to give Matilda and Owen a kiss and a cuddle when they come downstairs in the morning.

3. The way you wave at photographs of people.  Or even the picture of the baby on the shampoo bottle!

4.  The way you flash your Über-smile at passersby in the street.  You smile ALL the time.

5  The way you go and give someone a hug when they're crying.

6.  The way you sing "Peeeee-ppa Pip!" every time you see a picture of Peppa Pig.

7.  The way you squeak like an over-excited guinea pig whenever you want something.

8.  The way you so desperately want to be one of the gang.

 9.  The way you love labels, any label.  And the accompanying Pavlovian thumb-in-mouth response.  The other day, Owen was crouched on the floor playing and you grabbed the label sticking out the back of his trousers and snuggled up behind him.

10.  The way you are always - always have, perhaps always will - sticking your tongue out and blowing raspberries.  It is your answer for everything and shows you have a proper sense of the absurdity of life.

Sunday, 23 November 2014

Now she is 6

During the school holidays (holidays - hah!) my firstborn became a six-year old.  This was all very exciting for her and we celebrated with a trip to Carcassonne, a birthday fajita dinner, festivities with the cousins and an obscene amount of cake.  She likes to milk her special day and frankly I'm quite happy to eke out excuses to make and eat cake as well.

Matilda at six is equal parts charming, thoughtful young lady and stroppy incipient teenager.  Her feelings run high and whether overcome with joy or drowning in sorrow the emotions come flooding out of her.  Consequently she can be quite shy and sensitive at times.  She adores Nell and Owen is her best friend; as head-minibeast she is protective and bossy in equal measure.  What I love most about her are those small moments of kindness and empathy.  When I'm rushing around like the Tasmanian devil on speed and she says to me, "It's alright mummy, don't get upset".  When she asks Fanf how his day was.  When she encourages and congratulates Owen and Nell. 

 She also has a good healthy streak of crazy.

 At six Matilda loves:

Her cousins
Learning to read
Zia and Marco
Making things

Oh, and pigging out.  No doubting this kid is mine :)

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

His Princess Period

Owen has recently started drawing things that look like things.  But most of his things are, of course, princesses.  Often with very long hair.  Like Rapunzel.  For his cousin's birthday he drew a princess Rapunzel dragon, with very long hair, which was an interesting twist on his trademark theme.

I sense this will be a long period.  More of an age. 

Monday, 17 November 2014

A wet weekend in the Aveyron

On Friday night we set off for a gîte in the Aveyron for a weekend with friends.  We did that wonderful thing where you arrive in the dark and wake up the next morning to discover yourself in the most beautiful surroundings, lost in the middle of nowhere.  It rained.  Quite a lot.  But there were games, cake (ohhhh, so much cake) and sausages cooked on the fire and wine (there's always wine), and quite a lot of screaming children and one peaceful moment of reading by the fire.  The gite was lovely, but I took zero photos of it.  I did however photograph our walk which was timed, thankfully, to coincide with the only window of glorious, dappled autumn sunshine.  For me, this is the kind of weekend that childhoods should be made of.  When we asked Matilda and Owen what their favourite bit of the weekend had been they said "All of it!".

Have a banana! (obligatory kickstart for little legs)

Matilda with her best friend, Zia

Nell tried to half-inch everyone's wellies during goûter