Once upon a time there was an old Daddy called Mine. Daddy was asleep and snoring and keeping Mummy awake. Daddy's stinky socks decided to have an adventure to the woods. The right sock said "I want to stay here." The left sock said "You can stay here and I can stay in the woods, and don't come with me!"
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The Right sock sang like this "la la la la la" Then the left sock said "I want to go home" The right sock went round and round and round to think about it. Then the socks went home and said to each other "Bye bye, sleep tight" And they all lived happily ever after.
The End
(Story dictated by Squeaky in the car on the way home from school. Lovingly transcribed for your enjoyment by yours truly)
I have many talents. Apparently. I'm not all that convinced photography is one of them. I like taking photos, and occasionally I'll take one I'm really proud of, but there's an awful lot of misses compared to the number of hits.
Tots100 have teamed up with Printerpix to showcase our family photography talents, with one lucky winner taking home a Panasonic Lumix DMC-FZ200 bridge camera (that's the big clever camera, but not as complicated as a DSLR to us mortals) worth £500, and £100 to spend on prints & gifts at Printerpix. 4 others will also win a large framed photo or canvas print. You can find out more, and all the rules at Tots100.
The photo I've chosen is one I took on our recent visit to Cheddar Showcaves. This naturally formed raised pool is just inside the entrance to Gough's cave. Squeaky was a bit scared about the idea of going into the cave underground at the time, until she spotted this little pool. We'd been talking about people living in the caves, and she decided that this pool was the Cave Baby's bath, and had to test the temperature of the water to see what it was like for the Cave Baby. (It was cold. Very cold. Poor Cave Baby.)
I love that this photo captures the innocence and imagination of a pre-schooler. Would *you* have said it was a baby's bath? Or would it just have been a pretty puddle? We've got lots of posed photos, but I like that this was just a natural moment, and wonder what the Cave Baby would have thought of us.
I'm entering the Children Aged 2-4 category of the competition, though I suspect the Cave Baby is considerably older than that!
I don't think it's directly a result of this year's CBeebies panto, as they didn't use the immortal line. I suspect tonight's entertainment is probably courtesey of reading a more traditional version of Jack & The Beanstalk at nursery.
Tonight's bathtime, like much of our playtime at present was all about imaginary play. "You be a mommy & I be a baby", and similar topics. I had to be a dragon, a monster, and a giant, as well as the more typical doggy and ice cream man. The giant was the important one for tonight's tale.
I have to be honest, I wasn't quite sure how to be a giant, so I had to ask for help. Squeaky told me how to be a giant. Apparently, I have to say "Fee Fo Fum, I can smell a bloody Englishman!" Innocent misunderstanding, you say? Well, we live in the South Wales valleys, but both Daddy & I are English (which makes Squeaky English too, thank you very much!), and the 6 Nations rugby starts this weekend.
That's what I thought.
(And to anyone who says "She was born in Wales, so she's Welsh" my answer is "Jesus was born in a stable, doesn't make Him a donkey!")
Three is an exciting age, clearly. But it's hard work if you're not three yourself.
Take last week, for example. One of the days, I had to be a Mommy Cow, a Doggy, a Firefighter, a Mommy, a Froggy, AND go in a tent. All before breakfast. I can't keep up with these constant changes, at least not without a reasonable amount of coffee inside me. Then of course, after breakfast, I had to be a Cowgirl, a Horsey, Shopkeeper, Ice Cream Man, and hide from a dragon. It was something of a relief to visit her friend for a playdate/coffee & gossip with a real grown up, because the girls could make each other be whichever character they needed next ( a doctor, dentist & dinosaur all featured), and we could have a few minutes reprieve.
Oh, and I really should confess. I seem to be instilling in Squeaky my own appalling taste in music. I'm only partly to blame though. Some of the responsibility has to lie on the heads of assorted holiday camps, Daddy, and the legendary Justin Fletcher. For your delight and delectation, here are a few Youtube videos for some of Squeaky's current favourite songs. They are all safe for small people to watch, but your sanity may never be the same again. Don't say I didn't warn you.
And just to show it's not all complete trash... (well, actually it probably IS, but it's in Spanish, so it might be educational, like)
(If you don't have at least one of those stuck in your head for the next three days, I'm doing something wrong.)
