A Smile and A Pink Plait

This isn’t a great picture (I still haven’t got around to reading the manual on photography in low light) but the girl saw it and immediately said “I look great in a smile and a pink plait, don’t I”.

I have to agree with her.

Quiet

It’s been quiet here lately.  It’s not that things aren’t happening, they very much are.  It’s just that they’re happening to other people and I don’t feel comfortable blogging about other people’s trials and joys – they are their stories to tell, not mine.

Time is steadily marching on though.  We’re getting rid of the highchair as we no longer need it.  The boy insists on sitting on a booster seat on a big chair now.  I’m proud of him and a little sad, I don’t know why this, over anything else we’ve got rid of lately, signifies growing up to me but it does.  I no longer have babies or toddlers, I have two children, one of whom will be 4 in December – where did the time go?

At least they’re still small enough to be tidied up when they’re in my way.

I’d just like to point out that they put themselves there.  There was no pushing, poking or unnecessary folding of small children carried out to get this picture.  Honest.

Now I’ve Seen It All

We had a bit of a momentous day today.

Up until now I have picked the girl’s friends.  Not because I’ve been particularly controlling – more that she’s only 3 and her playmates until now have been the children of my friends, mostly met on ante or pre natal courses.

Today we had the first of the girl’s friends over who wasn’t a friend of the girl purely because I am a friend of the mummy (A).  They are friends at nursery and the girl specifically asked to have her over to play.  I know A from swimming lessons we took when the girls were tiny but that’s really all the contact we’ve had.

A lovely afternoon was had by all.  The girls played fantastically and even let the boy join in at times, I got on well with A (to be honest, I wasn’t taking that much of a risk, having chatted with her over swimming(ish) babies many a time, I figured we probably would get on well) and they brought with them the funniest thing I’ve seen in a very long time.

I give you (drumroll please)…………. Pregnant Barbie

No, really, she is pregnant, she doesn’t just have a Barbie pillow stuck up her top (I feel a bit wrong showing you this picture)

She is the gift that just keeps on giving, when A said that her bump was stuck on with magnets and came off to make her not pregnant Barbie I have to say that I just didn’t believe her.  So, of course, I checked.  I was delighted to see this

No, your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you.  That is a real Barbie baby inside a Barbie bump that detaches for speedy return to pre-bump figure.

What will they come up with next?