Sunday 24 April 2011

A normal Sunday

The big girls are in their playroom. We converted the conservatory into a playroom for them so that I could attempt to hold back the plastic crap invasion and keep the rest of the house habitable. It's actually scary just how much crap small children accumulate.

Emily is jabbering away on her mobile phone. She was talking to me on it for a bit, from what I could tell, but now she is telling someone off whilst pacing the floor with Fee's roll along ducks. Every now and then she breaks off to yell "Bye bye Auntie Mabel!" at the planes flying overhead.

Sophia is simultaneously cooking lunch with the toy cooker and food, and using her baby laptop. She has learnt from the master as Mummy is busy blogging on her netbook whilst making some vegetable cous cous to go with lunch. Now she is walking there is no holding her back. She's up and down, back and forth running her little errands.

Georgia is asleep. She does occasionally consent to napping in the day, but it is a rare day she sleeps for more than an hour. She is having a growth spurt right now, so I suspect naptime will be over in favour of another mealtime pretty soon. Even in her sleep, she is smiling and laughing. She is by far the smiliest baby I've had and it is lovely. I confess it can be disconcerting when she starts giggling in her sleep, but charming nonetheless.

Daddy is working on the veg beds. It's time to plant out, but we don't have quite as much to plant out as we thought. A certain, and presumably hungry, little Sophia decided to have a snack on all the seedlings she could get her hands on, soil and all, so I don't think we will have quite the parsnip crop we were hoping for. Still, at least she likes her greens...

And on cue, the tiniest of the gang has woken up. I'm not entirely surprised - the girls could wake coma patients (but not the dog) with the racket they are making. Emily just dug the lightsabres out of the toy box and both girls are whacking each other shouting "Father! No!" at each other.

Time to hide in the kitchen.

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