Smallworld

A fat little parcel arrived yesterday and Bax waited for me to get home before opening it (some encouragement needed from Dad I suspect). It was four tiny books from Nana Anna.

G has now finished the sleepout and Bax pulled me into the garden to see it, he was clutching the little books in one hand. "Little house, come on Mummy little house read". So we went into the little house and sat on the couch which is sans matress at the moment and therefore a little uncomfortable, and the little house is some what echoy due to the lack of soft furnishings - but we didn't care. We sat in the little house and read the little books - The Runaway Train and Faster Faster Little Red Train - in big loud voices with Bax jumping up and down doing all the sound effects, and our voices bouncing around the little room with Wooooeeee and Chuff Chuff and Clickety clickety clickety CLACK! Til the sun went down and the mossies came out.

It took a lot of coaxing to get Bax to come inside. It is his idea of heaven - a little house in the garden with Mummy there reading in a loud and not-at-all-inside-voice, and the cat and the dog, and all his bikes parked outside, and hanging pots full of flowers. When we do get a mattress I won't be surprised if he sets up camp in there on a more permanent basis - but if he does he might have a fight on his hands because I quite fancy it for myself.