It’s funny where ideas come from.
A comment on a picture I posted not long ago led to a conversation about other pictures I’ve taken of the smalls and gave me the idea of creating a black and white triptych of them.
Thanks to technology, it took me less than an hour to locate the three pictures I wanted, convert them to black and white where necessary, make sure they were cropped to the same size and order the prints.
I fear it’s going to take me considerably longer to find the right frames to put them in.
p.s. Thank you for planting the seed little sis.
Or maybe the Good Witch of the South – some days I just can’t decide.
And no, the girl isn’t doing the washing up in the background, I’m not that mean. I think she’s getting herself a drink of water.
Another pic from yesterday, when the weather was positively balmy. Unlike today, brrrr.
I love them both, and I love the relationship they have.
I’ve always been a fan of Freecycle. It has got me a few useful bits and pieces over the years (including this fabulous slide).
Today though, I was a bit less than fond of Freecycle.
To be fair, it’s done exactly what it should have done and found a home for something that we have no need for anymore.
It’s just that the thing that we have no need for anymore is a big thing, and a thing that has been used by one or other of my children every day for the last seven and a half years.
Getting rid of the thing is basically saying that we will have no more children, and the ones that we have are too grown up for the thing, and that makes me just a little bit sad.
The thing’s days have been numbered ever since the boy got his big boy bed.
We bought the thing just before the girl was born. It had the ability to turn from a cot into a toddler bed, when the girl got too big for a cot, by taking it’s bars off and lowering the head and foot boards. Then when the boy was still tiny but too big for a moses basket, the girl got her first big girl bed and he got the cot, eventually to be turned into a toddler bed again.
We said goodbye to the cot/toddler bed today.
A lady living nearby has a daughter who is unexpectedly pregnant and needs a cot. It’s going to a good home and thankfully not the dump, but still I was unprepared for how sad I would feel. I never thought that I would be this attached to what is essentially a pile of wood and metal.
On the upside, I have two small children who are determined to keep me amused. I love them to my hearts (as the girl is fond of saying).
It must be summer now. We’re eating outside and there’s white wine and lager involved. The boy’s even taken his top off – he’s very ambitious when it comes to summer time.
Today it was the girl’s turn to have her new bed put together (the boy‘s having been done just over a week ago).
She was thrilled to be able to help by holding the screws in the bed base down, to stop them rotating while the husb locked them in place by screwing up from below. I think she feels a certain ownership of her bed now, having been involved in the construction process.
I took this using the little Canon point and shoot – judging by the general fuzziness of this picture, I’d say I’m more than a little out of practise.
We’ve been to Grandma and Grandpa’s today. Always a good day – lunch was yummy (and that chocolate angel delight/digestive biscuit/butter pudding was inspired), the girl crafted to her heart’s content with Grandma, the boy got to do lego, play a bit of football and plant some runner beans with Grandpa, and the husb and I got to catch up with close and much loved family (and have a bit of a rest while they did all the aforementioned with the smalls).
I have a bumper crop of photo’s from today and cutting it down to just a few has been hard. Down to one would have been impossible!
Sometimes it’s hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. It makes my heart sing that they’re so close.
These are my children. Would you like to know what they’re doing?
I hope so, because I’m going to tell you anyway. Trying to stand on their shadows heads. Yup.