This week has been all about travelling and pooh. Despite our current forest dwellng and age of the family, I sadly do not refer to a small yellow bear and his little piggy friend. We spent a nice week away which was great to catch up with family and friends but not good for either the routine or gut. Fortunalty both kids were so knackerd naps and bedtime have made a welcome return with little fuss. Less welcome is Firebottom.
I have spent a few days trying to shovel fibre in as quick as it seems to be reappearing. Laurie helpfully noted as ' mummy we need a fire engine to put out Molly's bottom' as the contents of a particually poisonious napkin slid out onto my pair of wevebeenonholidayandnotdoneanywashing jeans. It was a bad day to try and make a good impression at toddlers with a stinky child and wearing a skirt and leggings combo clearly far too short and designed for someone a decade younger. At least Mol decided to produce at home, unlike Laurie whose park 'tree wee' turned out to be an emergency 'porridge turd' that needed shovelling and disposing off in the dog bin....which seemed an endless walk away past numerous lovely looking Mums dressed in age appropriate outfits with fragrent children.
On the positive, Mol appears to be developing a flair for all things creative, which brings me joy as an Art teacher! This week she created something that bore a definate resemblence to a daffodil out of egg boxes and glue and spring picture which had definate influences of both monet impressionist and picassos cubist periods. Laurie sadly shows less interest. Unless he happens to fancy drawing a truck or train. Today he showed a flair for destruction, ripping apart the preschool art supplies in a temper. I am less proud but perhaps he was going for a Dadaesque piece and is misunderstood and tortured...I shall have to watch out for any self inflicted ear related injuries.
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