Monday, 24 September 2012
A photo workshop
A few photos:
Sunday, 23 September 2012
Through the seasons
Saturday, 22 September 2012
Camping at Teesdale
We had a day out in Durham, did ageological and industrial heritage walk in Weardale, visited Stanhope show, got a bit wet at High Force, and spent some really nice family time on a lovely little campsite. Marisca particularly enjoyed the chickens wandering about the campsite. And we were pleased that the tent survived some rather high winds, after this and the loss of the canopy here.
Friday, 21 September 2012
Saltaire festival
We've just seen our second Saltaire festival. There was lots going on and, as last year, we focussed on the food festival and the continental market rather than the artsy stuff and music. I also had the pleasure of the beer festival with Andy (briefly) and two Ians.
Marisca is in her element at a food festival. Lots of stallholders to charm, lots of bits of food to sample, and a big pork pie for lunch. And then some fat rascal. And then some German sausage. And some cake. And some more cake. What a lovely girl.
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
Favourite phrases
'Mummy, what's that noise?'
'Mummy, what's that?'
...both of which are asked a dozen times a day, and quite often she already knows the answer. She's just enjoying asking questions!
'I made it!'
... which can mean 'I did it' as well. This is the scary phrase - when she's been happily playing and you hear this, it's a good idea to check what she's up to. Sometimes it means she's built a tower with her bricks/completed a jigsaw puzzle or other such activity. Other times it means she's taken all her clothes off/taken all the lentils out of the box or other such activity. Always worth knowing which it is!
I wonder when 'why' starts?
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Nappy free
So, we appear to have a potty-trained girl. No one is more surprised about this than us, as it's not something we were planning to do for a while yet. But a couple of weeks ago Marisca decided 'no nappies. Pants.' Being baby-led people, we went with it and she has not let us down! Yes, there have been accidents, but not many, and she has been brilliant at telling us when she needs the toilet. We've just got back from a weekend away camping with no accidents at all, so our little girl is a big girl in pants now. We can't even call it potty training, as we didn't really do any training it just happened.
Well done Marisca, we're really proud of you.
Thursday, 6 September 2012
Marisca
Marisca likes walking along things. Particularly the tiny walls that railings tend to run along. She likes the park exactly as she always has. Slides are the best, although she quite often decides not to go down, once she gets there. If we can convince her down then she loves it so much she'll immediately do it again 20 times. She is getting better and better at floating in the swimming pool and always talks about the elephant slide at the pool but doesn't go for it as madly as she used to.
Marisca likes books. This has never changed. This week her favourite book is the one with Thumbelina in. She has a Thumbelina DVD too and both the book and the DVD outrank even Thomas. She names all of the trains in Thomas, of course. She knows all of her favourite stories and will finish the sentence if you stop halfway through. She very rarely starts the next sentence though and she usually misses out all of those unnecessary linking words.
She likes pyjamas and skirts. She never runs about so much as she does just before bathtime. She sings to herself and the tunes come out pretty well. Her absolute favourite song is "N little ducks". Especially at bathtime when she lines her ducks up on the side of the bath. If I'm doing bath she'll ask me to blow the ducks off the edge because I did once, 6 months ago.
She doesn't like the wind, she doesn't like nappies, and she doesn't like having mucky hands. Especially not the mucky hands.
When I picked her up from nursery last week having been away for days she jumped up and shouted "Daddy! That's my daddy!" and hurled herself at me.
How do I stop myself forgetting all this stuff as the years trickle by?