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Fine weather = outside paly = outside crafty things. Busy weekend here, birthday parties, church duties, housework. Playing with my babies and soaking up some rare time with my big school boy. Have a great weekend, back to regular blogging next week

baking day.

A little head at each elbow, two grasping hands on my knees. “I do dat, mama?” “can I lick the spoon, please, mummy?” “I has lick of ‘poon too, mama?” “bub bub bub mama, BUB BUB”. The old Kenwood churns away, adding to the cacophony that is baking day. Chocolate cake, biscuits. Maybe a slice if we have time. And all made with recipes passed

getting organised.

Last year, preschool mornings were always crazy. Hit-the-ground-running-and-don’t-forget-the-coffee crazy. Especially when one of the mornings saw me out the door at 8.50 for preschool drop-off, then straight round to coffee with my sister, before finally collapsing on the couch at my friend’s house for Bible Study. Four or so hours later, I would walk in the door, the morning done with, and the housework calling.

the day before…

Boy Two was at preschool. Little Miss was in bed. For the final time, before my baby became a big boy, it was just me and Boy One. I choked back my melancholy, and asked him what would he like to do. I shouldn’t have had to guess, of course it would be his favourite. A train, for Pooh Bear. I gathered the boxes, he

camping out…

The rain was still falling, and the cabin fever was starting to set in. The toyroom thoroughly destroyed , and two small boys were in search of a new adventure, so out come the blankets and sheets, and with the addition of some chairs, a cubby house appears. What I love most about playing with my children, is how they take the seed of an

I am…

…listening to the sounds of two small boys having their second shower of the day after making mud pies. …smelling a beef casserole in the slow cooker for dinner …busting a move to some Bruno Mars …plotting and planning some crafty stuff. What are you up to this lovely afternoon?

pincushion

After nearly two years of both boys having their afternoon naps together, the time came to put a stop to Bear’s nap time. Much to mummy’s disappointment, as I had become quite accustomed to my little slice of ‘me time’ of an afternoon. So to ensure our now non-sleeping boy had the energy to make it to dinner time with a minimum of tantrums, I

hello? anyone there?

I do have a valid excuse, I swear. I never meant to be away this long, but there’s something about living with your head in a bucket that kind of interferes with blogging, crafting, or just about anything, really.  But never fear, I am back! After a full four months of disappearing off the cyber-webs, I’m back, slightly rounder, ready to craft and blog my

Yes, sir, I do have a note from my mother…

Well, not really, but, dearest blog, will you forgive me for being absent for far too long? Creatively, life has been pretty flat lately, not from lack of project, nor of mojo,  but with various goings-on conspiring to keep me out of my disgustingly-untidy studio. However, on Saturday, with the realisation that the next day was mothers day, and that my sole responsibility was to produce

Tagged again!

By Tracey & Esther, to list six things that make me happy.   1) A tiny boy, sleeping peacefully (or not) in his bed (or not). I could watch him sleep for hours, his face is the picture of innocent perfection, and fails to betray the mischief that lies just beneath the surface, awaiting the wakeful hours to be unleashed upon his poor, long-suffering mother.