Sugar crash

After the excitement of the weekend both kids are all floppy and cuddly and sleeping lots. Bax loves Fireman Sam and is currently ensconced on the couch at home watching it with G saying wistfully in the background, "Now are you sure you wouldn't rather watch the Winter Olympics instead?".

Izzie spent the day with Nana Pat and had a wonderful time by all accounts, having tea and chat with the ladies and going for little walks in the pram (she seems to like the little umbrella pram we found on the side of the road in Dulwich more than the big beautiful kiwi made jobbie we paid a fortune for - sort of goes along with her attitude about her bed, portacot better than big beautiful kiwi made wooden thingee we paid a fortune for!) I bet your bottom dollar she will be the kind of person much happy in a hammock cast between a couple of palm trees than an actual hotel bed with proper sheets and reassuring air-conditioning - hmmmm sounds like someone else I know!

I was just reading Auntie Lee's blog (www.thedoyliekids.blogspot.com) and she reminded me to tell you about her son Jazz and Izzie eating birthday cake together. They demolished big slabs of the stuff, and I had applied so much thick sweet icing that they pracitcally painted their highchairs with it. They finished off their meals with iceblocks - red for Jazz and green for Izzie (I'm not sure if I approve, but seeing as I was the one to hand them out, I am somewhat to blame for the whole affair). Neither of them had encountered an iceblock before and Izzie especially kept rubbing it through her hair and ears. My mate Holly and I took great delight in making telephone-ringing noises and then watching Izzie plaster the iceblock onto her ear and then we'd say in a little girl voice"Hello Izzie speaking" and it completely did look like Izzie was talking on an iceblock phone.

Any how de hoo the high chairs were so covered in muck by the end of it all that G had to waterblast them the next day to get them clean again.

I'm rambling - I too am on a bit of a sugar crash today.

One more thing: Izzie's hair has bushed out so much that when I woke up and she was tucked up between G and I fast asleep, I had a face full of strawberry blonde curls. All her nicknames: Blossom, Peachy, Strawberry Shortcake, suit her so much. She is an absolute poppit.

And another thing: In all the hoopla of the weekend festivities I forgot to acknowledge the wedding of Sue and John, our canal boat comrades, although far away still very dear to our hearts for all our adventures and wine drunk and good laughs - happy to you John and Sue!