Tag Archives: 2020.07

James wanted to play golf and raided the shed for the clubs and balls. He also found a number of hula-hoops that seemed to form the holes that he was putting into (making a hole in one much more likely).

James was feeling particularly brave today. With lots of encouragement from Genevieve, he finally took on the big green slide all by himself. And surprise, surprise… he absolutely loved it!

James needed a wee but had managed to convince himself that there were ants down the toilet. Grandad Stephen persuaded him that he was safe from toilet-based creepy crawlies, so James managed to go in the end.

Genevieve was keen to help make the homemade burgers for dinner. That was until she started complaining about how much the onions hurt her eyes. I wouldn’t have minded but that was literally the first ingredient that went in to the mix!

Ahead of Genevieve’s return, I ran a bath with an abundance of bubbles. You can’t have a bath unless it’s full to the brim with bubbles! Megan took this as an opportunity to start being silly resulting in a bubble fight between her and Genevieve.

Genevieve’s Beaver leader had asked if she’d be up for running an activity. Normally they’d wait for a Beaver to be a bit older before doing this, but apparently Genevieve’s more than confident and capable to take it on. Brilliant!

Genevieve wanted to draw a lion with Stephen. He’ll freely admit that art is not his strong point, so he suggested that she pose for a photo and then use that as inspiration for her lion’s face. The outcome was, frankly, terrifying. Roar!

James has become a bit obsessed with tennis recently (as well as table tennis which he calls “tabletop tennis” – adorable). Stephen dutifully started playing with him but couldn’t follow the rules.

Genevieve and James immediately spotted some mushrooms that had popped up around the pond. This caused quite a lot of excitement but, once it was explained that they were probably poisonous and that eating them would result in a hospital visit, the shine rubbed off the idea of picking them for dinner.

Our bubble of happiness was abruptly burst by Genevieve and, ironically, some bubble wrap. While our backs were turned, she’d sneaked in to the front room and had discovered the bubble wrap we’d left for her and James to play with together. Before we knew it, she was skipping, stomping and dancing over every inch of the air-filled surface.