This was the week that was hot, gloriously sunny, filled with cuddles, tiny milestones, a little crafting, as little cooking as I could get away with and not enough sleep. The week that we were …
…Basking in glorious sticky hot sunshine, and sneaking off to spend the tail end of the afternoon demolishing ice-cream and finding some more fish in the lake at Upton House (one of our favourite National Trust properties). The pool was such a gorgeous deep inviting turquoise but sadly out of bounds for all toes, tiny and tall. I would love it if the National Trust would run an event to open up their swimming ponds and pools just once in a while. I know you’d have to have lifeguards and probably some sort of health and safety nonsense but I’d happily pay to swim with that view, and on such a warm day it was almost irresistible.
…Giggling our way around the supermarket with both little girls sat up in the trolley for the first time. And just as with her sister before her, I spent much of my time trying to persuade Elma that the bars of the trolley are a vital part of its engineering and not a handily placed baby chew toy. Kitty thinks it’s wonderful having Elma next to her, although that may be mainly because Elma can no longer pull Kit’s hair with her toes.
…Snuggling up at home. We made a tower from Playdoh bricks and Kitty put her Duplo fireman in ‘time out’ at the top of the tower and Elma played hide-peepo with the fabric for her new dress.
…Having another quiet day. Kitty’s “ouchie on my chinny chin chin” turned out to be a poorly throat so we took her doctor’s advice and administered a little strawberry ice cream with butterflies for added healing powers. That (or just possibly the penicillin) seemed to do the trick and she was back to herself in double quick time.
…Playing in the garden in the early morning before it became too hot to do more than think about running around. Kitty’s trampoline is Elma’s new favourite place to lie out in the garden; she rolls from side to side to get it bouncing gently and then chats to me as I peg out the laundry, punctuating her babble with vigorous feet.
…Chivying through our chores in the morning so that we could watch the Ashes in the afternoon. I did a little sewing as Elma snoozed, and then curled up with my sweet little girl to cuddle and tickle and play and sing and celebrate every wicket falling in the background.
…Sewing buttons and snipping buttonholes to finish Elma’s new summer dress while Kitty, who dropped a regular afternoon snooze about the time she turned two, decided that a little sleepy was just the thing, and curled up in bed with most uncharacteristic compliance. She was fast asleep inside three minutes. And Elma, whose nap time it really way, came to help me sew, all smiles and bouncing. Or perhaps she just wanted to know the cricket score.
But what really made me chuckle is that that picture of my sewing, all floaty Liberty print, flower headed pins, and beribboned boxes, the epitome of pure girliness … was ‘liked’ by Cricket Australia!