Ethan’s insults are becoming more complicated all the time. This morning: “Your brains smell like rotted porridge with slugs inside!”
So there.
Audrey and Nanny
First Smiles!
Lucindaness
As I post these photos of Lucinda, I can hear Ethan going through his reader with Fiona, spelling out words for the first time. I cant believe that’s really happening.
Little Blossom
Audrey May
It’s late and I just have time to post these before I fall asleep on my feet …
My new favourite picture of Lucinda
The sound of Clouds Rubbing Together
Lucinda and Ethan are both afraid of thunder.
This morning there was a storm a few miles away, and the thunder was approaching.
Lucinda was frightened: “what’s the sound? what’s the sound?”, and clung to my leg.
We talked about how thunder was the sound of clouds rubbing together
and how it meant rain was coming.
We sang a song about not being afraid of thunder, and stamped our feet.
Then, I said that even though Lucinda wasn’t afraid of thunder any more, I thought Caterpillar might be.
So Lucinda spent the next five minutes comforting caterpillar,
singing the thunder song to her and explaining about
the sound of clouds rubbing together.
Thanks, Folks
My Folks were here this week, helping out. I don’t know how we could have made it without them.
Thanks.
Doting Brother
