Author Archives: Megan Smith

Stephen and I both have fond childhood memories of licking mixture off of spoons while baking. It’s probably terribly unhealthy, but the joy it brings surely outweighs any downsides. And the kids didn’t notice that, while they got the mostly-scraped wooden spoons, I was enjoying the heavily coated spatula. There have to be some perks to being a parent!

After dinner, the kids had one final play in the garden in the last of the sunshine. Mentioning no names (Genevieve), “someone” thought it was a good idea to fill James’s toy gun with water and bubbles. Let’s just hope it dries out, otherwise we’re going to have a very sad cowboy on our hands tomorrow.

Dinner was by special request of James. This morning when he had been brushing my hair, he twisted the hair around the hairbrush exclaiming it was just like spaghetti. So, yep, you guessed it, he had asked for spaghetti for dinner.

The art appreciation was short-lived and James moved on to playing with his toy gun. He loves playing with it (despite Stephen and I doing very little to promote such play), but I guess that boys will be boys. He will need to work on his stance though if he wants to be more like Dirty Harry.

The children started work on their giant dinosaur colouring project, although this was done without any great enthusiasm despite asking time and time again to be able to do it. Typical!

Genevieve begged to walk home through the woods with two of her classmates and I couldn’t refuse her pleas. The three of them ran off giggling, laughing and revelling in the excitement of just being together. It was so lovely to see.

The weather was nice so we got out the water table. This was a slightly sneaky move as it also meant that Genevieve could experiment with the idea of volume and capacity for this week’s maths schoolwork. Stealth learning!

James drew an epic scene. His description was amazing: “This is me being silly wearing a helmet riding across the grass on a motorbike being a stuntman.” Utter genius!

Genevieve came in to the kitchen to see what was going on, at which point she farted loudly and before making a swift exit. Stephen and I tried to chastise her for this antisocial and unpleasant behaviour, but we’re both such children that we started giggling instead.

The daily battle to tame Genevieve’s hair ended with her requesting a Princess Leia do. Two side-buns later and she was good to go. She was very happy with the result (even though her right bun was already threatening to unravel). Hair success!