Lots going on.
I'm keeping house for a bunch of lulus.
Ivy has been busy arranging her collections while wearing a paper-plate crown with golden plaits. George watches, learns.
As for me, I am having some struggles with my back. This week my rib rotated out of place so part stuck out my front and part stuck out of my spine. But it was less fun than it sounds. I am working out my domestic frustrations in a largely unsuccessful attempt to perfect Greek yoghurt. 'This is like a yoghurt factory, ' Teddy said today. (Better than Nanna's kitchen though, methinks; today he asked me for scrambled eggs 'but don't put hair in them like Nanna does." )*
Georgie turned one this week! Here she is at school pick-up after I've been passing back strawberries from the front seat of the car in a desperate attempt to keep her happy. She is so adorable. I just wish she was happy to stay at floor level.
They are healthy and full of beans, all these kids. But sweet mary mckillop, they can make a bloody mess.
I've been administering tough love or warm cuddles as required.
Enjoying the fun bits.
Spending lots of time in the kitchen, as always.
Proudly watched Teddy wrote his first full sentence. It is 'There was a poo.' He says it's the start of a chapter book.
Celebrated three birthdays: Keith, George and Teddy. All done and dusted . (More on that soon I hope.)
Washed things, lay in the bath, tried not to cry, picked shit up off the floor.
Here's hoping that you are all blessed with warm jumpers, non-adventurous ribs and a good yoghurt recipe this week.
*I don't care Mum! I'll eat a bowl of hair as long as you come home soon. Hurry home!!