Growing up and leaving home

George told me tonight that he didn't want to grow up as that would mean leaving home and leaving me. I told him there was no rush as his dad was 42 before he made the final break.

I then had a great idea and told George that as this house is so big, if he marries a kind lady, she can move in here and help with the housework, so he won't have to leave at all.

"That's a good idea" said the thinker. "You two could clean the house while me and daddy have a cup of tea".

At the age of 4 1/2, with a father who cooks (and cleans if I point him in the right direction), I have no idea where these grand ideas come from. I will do my best to correct him, but I think he may make a lovely ex-husband one day.......

George is cross

We had a stroll around the pots and flowerbeds in the garden this evening as you do. George was entranced by the bluebells slowly opening their flowers into beautiful bell shapes.

He wasn't happy about the caterpillars though. He blamed the caterpillars for "munching the moobarb leaves". I've tried telling him that it's actually called rhubarb, but he's very stubborn, and I actually quite like "moobarb". The holes in the leaves are very small incidentally, but he was very cross and wants caterpillars banned from the garden!

Somebody else's mother?

You know how when you reach a certain age you realise that you have the sayings and some of the actions of your mother? Well, George is turning into someone else's mother. Let me explain.

I broke open his second Easter egg yesterday. He hasn't finished the first yet, I think he just fancied a change. I put the entire egg and the buttons in a tub for him - he's not a big fan of chocolate, so I knew he wouldn't eat much.

With impeccable manners he first offered a piece to me. I asked for a small piece and received a piece the size of a fingernail. Serves me right. Next he offered his daddy a piece. His daddy is even less keen on chocolate than George, and refused the kind offer.

George thought about the refusal for a few seconds and then announced "Well if you want some later and it's all gone, don't come crying to me".

As "don't come crying to me" isn't a phrase that we use at home, I can only assume that he has acquired it from one of his nursery friends who has in turn acquired it from their mother......

Making a bunny

Our next door neighbour knows that George is not a fan of chocolate, so a bunny building set arrived yesterday. We made the plaster bunny this morning, and there was a very impatient small boy waiting for 3 hours for his bunny to set so it could be painted.

This is the finished product. There was a pot of glitter in the set too.....the bunny is very glittery

Happy Easter

Happy Easter from George xxx


This is the start of the egg hunt. Baskets at the ready.








There's some here on the stairs and some more at the bottom















and here's George checking the end result. George isn't that interested in chocolate, so I have hidden the eggs that other people have bought for him (bad mummy moment) and he has ended up with a handful of Cadbury's mini eggs and a small Milky Bar shaker egg.

Luckily, he still managed to fit his cornflakes in. As it's such a beautiful morning, he had breakfast out in the garden today.

Paddling Pool

The water obsession continues. I opened George's sand pit for the first time this year today. I wanted to weed and tidy the garden, and the only way to do it in peace is to let George play in the sand. Unfortunately the lid of his sand pit doubles as a paddling pool.

He had 2 buckets of water and a change of clothes before lunch, but I thought that I'd escaped a total water fest. Sadly after a break for lunch and after watching The Little Mermaid, the water thing started up again. By 2.30pm he had stripped off and was sitting in his half full paddling pool, complete with toy mermaids, whilst muggins here was on filling duty using the old nappy bucket and some warm water.

George and the boating lake

Just for Jacksmummy, here are some photos of George and the water. I've no idea how he managed to stay out of it. Probably all the swimming took the edge off the deep water addiction. We were watching him very carefully though, and he was told over and over not to go in it.

George wanted to move house and go and live in this magical place with so much water, and so many friendly ducks and rabbits!

George's holiday

We've just been to Center Parcs in the lake district. George had his own bedroom and bathroom with a small jacuzzi bath. He loved it.He was a bit possessive about his bathroom, and nobody else was allowed to use it. He did let me wash my hands in there once though.
There is a lot of wildlife around. This is George feeding his new friends. And these are George's new friends. We were very close to the lake, which George also found fascinating. Luckily he managed to stay out of the water.

Another new friend for George. He was quite taken with Rupert the bear.