Something to hear, something to see, something to smell, something to taste, something to touch, or something to know....
Something to be thankful for.
'Dere's a spiiida in dere.'
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Good (really good) Friday
Today we spent all together. No sleep-ins because our littl'uns aren't quite up to that yet. But that means lazy bed snuggling in the morning which is a pretty good trade-off.
I think my favourite moment was when Spring announced that she was planing to create a basket to leave out for Easter Bunny. 'Because then he won't have to carry all the eggs in his hands when he goes hopping off to all the people.' It was the most well thought out idea. How wonderful that life is so original again, and again for each and everyone of us.
These nests may have been the messiest things I've made with the kids. I made them when I was a kid and I don't recall this much mess, but then I guess, I was a kid and if I'm correct mess seems to be mostly unimportant in the scheme of everyday activities. Those little odd looking eggs? Peanut butter, sugary goodness, oh my.
Last year I made these biscuits and couldn't stop eating them. I knew they would be on the list again this year. The biscuit making is quite quick, it's the crosses that consume a lot of time (thanks Dada) and the most dangerous part of these tasties is brushing then with hot jam, ouch!
The recipe suggests apricot jam but I used what was on hand...crab-apple. So now my biscuits are blushing too.
We shared a few small baskets with loved ones.
I think my favourite moment was when Spring announced that she was planing to create a basket to leave out for Easter Bunny. 'Because then he won't have to carry all the eggs in his hands when he goes hopping off to all the people.' It was the most well thought out idea. How wonderful that life is so original again, and again for each and everyone of us.
These nests may have been the messiest things I've made with the kids. I made them when I was a kid and I don't recall this much mess, but then I guess, I was a kid and if I'm correct mess seems to be mostly unimportant in the scheme of everyday activities. Those little odd looking eggs? Peanut butter, sugary goodness, oh my.
Last year I made these biscuits and couldn't stop eating them. I knew they would be on the list again this year. The biscuit making is quite quick, it's the crosses that consume a lot of time (thanks Dada) and the most dangerous part of these tasties is brushing then with hot jam, ouch!
The recipe suggests apricot jam but I used what was on hand...crab-apple. So now my biscuits are blushing too.
We shared a few small baskets with loved ones.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
The bed stash: hers
My Spring does love to stash.
I'm often finding little collections of precious items in various places.
Under her pillows on her bed is a favourite one. For those evenings when she's not quite ready to close her eyes, she has a veritable choice of entertainment available.
The graffitti knitting Granny did and had intended to sew on the fence before leaving, some weeks ago never made it out of this little lady's hands and snuggling position on her bed.
There's always a book or two, whatever is favourite at the moment. The sock monkey, made for her as a baby by Pompa's cousin in Canada, and Rosie the giraffe(?) from my friend in Scotland. Her ghost bed light. Not seen are the things that fall down the side; home-made domino cards, a ball that lights up in the dark. Sometimes a feather or a flower, sometimes some thing she's made or painted. Her pillow of choice (at the moment it's the dinosaur one made for her when she was very little by Dada's cousin).
I enjoy watching this collection grow, dwindle and change through the days and weeks. It's a little insight into how she sees the world, what's important to her.
I'm often finding little collections of precious items in various places.
Under her pillows on her bed is a favourite one. For those evenings when she's not quite ready to close her eyes, she has a veritable choice of entertainment available.
The graffitti knitting Granny did and had intended to sew on the fence before leaving, some weeks ago never made it out of this little lady's hands and snuggling position on her bed.
There's always a book or two, whatever is favourite at the moment. The sock monkey, made for her as a baby by Pompa's cousin in Canada, and Rosie the giraffe(?) from my friend in Scotland. Her ghost bed light. Not seen are the things that fall down the side; home-made domino cards, a ball that lights up in the dark. Sometimes a feather or a flower, sometimes some thing she's made or painted. Her pillow of choice (at the moment it's the dinosaur one made for her when she was very little by Dada's cousin).
I enjoy watching this collection grow, dwindle and change through the days and weeks. It's a little insight into how she sees the world, what's important to her.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Pretty maids all in a row
There has been a lack of sleep around these parts for those of the mother type of late so I'm a bit brief on the ponderings.
If a picture says a thousand words well, hopefully these will be helpful.
The raspberries continue. Oh happy day!
Sunny chesnuts and warm blackcurrant cordial for afternoon tea.
New woolen dresses and...
girls who don't feel the cold...and draw with a teapot.
We're hanging in there. More than.
If a picture says a thousand words well, hopefully these will be helpful.
Back before there we shared our days with these small hands, Dada and I used to have more time for plants and we always seemed to have a cyclamen around. A trip to the nursery with our Spring girl brought one home to us again.
The raspberries continue. Oh happy day!
Sunny chesnuts and warm blackcurrant cordial for afternoon tea.
New woolen dresses and...
girls who don't feel the cold...and draw with a teapot.
We're hanging in there. More than.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Wonder full: something for the senses
Something to hear, something to see, something to smell, something to taste, something to touch, or something to know....
Something to be thankful for.
Street Art.
Whomever you may be?
Thank-you.
Whomever you may be?
Thank-you.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
What we do
When it's cooler but still so lovely to be outside we:
- put on slightly warmer clothes, including winter baby boots. (Oh, how I chuckle when I'm putting these on little feet)
- wear Wellys, then take them off to jump in buckets full of rain?!?
- planting with Dada those hopeful seeds and seedlings generously given to us from dear friends
- and, sometimes, wear pyjamas all-the-day through
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Any excuse
A seasonal treat. I got called on this one. It's incredible the things that small people remember. We had been doing a cake at for each season, decorated accordingly.
Our seasonal homage has been lacking a little since our Winter babe arrived so after missing a Springtime and Summertime table, we are in full swing with Autumntime.
We simply dropped a little colour in with a little sugar and shook to make our coloured sugar. The colours are Autumnal, except somehow the red became pink, strange what happens when you have a four-year-old girl as a helper. And those other shapes are leaves, with generous lashing of sugar they kinda become like clouds: what ever you imagine them to be. That pink bunny, we called her Smudge...
I have no doubt I'll get called on the Wintertime cake.
Not that this Mama's complaining. Mmmm, mmm.
Our seasonal homage has been lacking a little since our Winter babe arrived so after missing a Springtime and Summertime table, we are in full swing with Autumntime.
We simply dropped a little colour in with a little sugar and shook to make our coloured sugar. The colours are Autumnal, except somehow the red became pink, strange what happens when you have a four-year-old girl as a helper. And those other shapes are leaves, with generous lashing of sugar they kinda become like clouds: what ever you imagine them to be. That pink bunny, we called her Smudge...
I have no doubt I'll get called on the Wintertime cake.
Not that this Mama's complaining. Mmmm, mmm.
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