A trip to see tractors!!

Today we went to the ANgus Show to see some tractors - luckily there were some there as I found out that the 'show' part of the show (ie not the horse trials) isn't until tomorrow! Those and a bouncy castle kept BB very amused! Ach weel - we saved £13 entry and we had the place to ourselves!

Ace

A friend introduced me to smilebox this week - I thought I'd try it out for myself - so here it is....

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Random statement of the day...

Mummy, frogs don't need trampolines do they? Unless they jump high in the tree and get stuck.....those frogs need trampolines.

I want a studio too.......

You'd think it was a warm sunny day....

Well it wasn't!




I dragged home two very sodden and bedraggled boys from their cousins this evening!



But they had fun!

Why working and childcare don't mix...

Perfect example of what kids get up to when you sneak onto the pc to e-mail your boss!

Is he trying to break his brothers record???

Not so long ago my BFS wrote a blog about how if his boys didn't have at least one Casualty visit by the age of 18 then they'd not had a proper childhood. Well ironically the very next day (I kid you not - and indeed this has been thrown up on many occasion) BB had his first visit with a very bust lip that required part of it to be snipped off. Not a pleasant experience I can tell you!

Well anyway - his accident prone little brother today came very close to beating that record for the youngest visit. To start off the story where it should start I will revert to yesterday where he took an impressive almighty tumble down the stairs (and anyone who knows how steep and high our stairs are will know that's no minor feat)....I didn't think to mention it as I witnessed the landing and it wasn't on his head! Anyways - he topped that one off a belter today. We were over visiting their cousins (little Woo Woo has finally contracted pox - and since this bout of it technically started with BB it was the least we could do to provide little playmates for her to moan at......). K and I were over at the other end of the newly extended lounge (so about 20 feet away) when we heard the sound of shattering glass - glass which seemed to continue shattering for a good few seconds. A bit taken aback by this, we rushed to the other end of the room stumbling over obstacles (including a sofa) to see what the source of this was (please god don't let it be the 60" plasma.....) just as the delayed scream kicked in.......

The source of all the noise? A 6' x3' framed mirror which had been leaning onto the wall had toppled over and shattered into hundreds of pieces. My heart stopped - I couldn't see LL and quickly realised he was under there. At least he was screaming......but I had visions of recovering a blood covered morsel from beneath the devastation. K later informed me she was more worried about a huge shard falling from the frame into him as we lifted it to retrieve the bewildered little soul.

Amazingly he escaped with only the most minor of cuts - one near his ear and one on the top of his head. The tears didn't last long once he got distracted by a paddling pool - but that's another story altogether!

I'm just hoping that on this occasion things don't actually happen in threes - I don't think my ticker can take it.......

ps. The post pic is of the discarded mirror in the garden!

It's for the core strength, balance and discipline - honest!!!

My big boy made his stage debut today. I'm not sure if the broadway directors will be banging down my front door- but he had lots of fun he tells me!



Looking somewhat bemused amongst about 15 other bewildered little dancers he frequently put the dancing aside and grasped the opportunity to use his 'I'm the only boy here girls, check me out' card whilst poking his tongue into his cheek in what can only be a 3 years olds' seductive manner!!!

Or that was my -' hey my boy's not gay because he's dancing - just check him eyeing up the girls' translation of his concentration face........



For the rest of the time - bless him he was concentrating on getting his footwork right - and a mighty good turn out he had on his pas-de-bas (god knows how to spell that?) too. Proud mum indeed! (well until he used his t-shirt at he end during the bows to wipe his nose flashing his tummy to everyone!)

Our friends little girl Izzy had me in knots for every performence she was on - just stood right at the end and did her own thing bursting with pride to be up there. She did get so enthusiastic at one point that she fell on her bum! Hilarious!