Tag Archives: 2020.06

Genevieve found one of the hen do games that we thought had been hidden away. It was a game of hoopla where the pole you’re aiming for is strapped to someone’s body and is shaped like, shall we say, an invigorated male protuberance. Thankfully she thought it was a “witch’s nose”. Oh the joy of innocence.

We had only been pond dipping for five minutes, and had found just a few snails and dragonfly larvae, when a sudden high-pitched wail was heard. James has fallen into the pond.

Having whipped up a mountain of bubbles in the bath, Genevieve very much enjoyed having bubble boobs again. James, however, could not be convinced to have bubble anything. Not even a bubble beard. Killjoy!

Once we’d got home it was time to clean Genevieve in the bath. Stephen had whisked up a mountain of bubbles with which she had great fun. The highlight was her announcing “look at my bubble boobs”. Needless to say she did a lot of laughing.

There was suddenly a lot of excitement when James spotted a beetle on the patio steps. The garden’s full of wildlife if you stop to look, but sometime James takes a real fancy to a particular bug. We had to tell him that he couldn’t keep it – he wasn’t very happy about that.

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!