calling home

I just rang home. And got Bax on the phone. "I went up the steps and slid down the pole, them rolly polly rolly pollly down the hill." I figure he's talking about the play ground. "And the see saw, and Izzie-Bella on the see saw too." He is.

He fills me in on what's been happening, asks "You at work?" Then signs off with "I love you too bubbye."

He's so full of brightness today, surprising has he had such a broken sleep, oh no wait, that was me. Sleeping in his bed, with his toe nails digging into me and me heading towards the edge of the bed. I really must cut his toe nails, but he screams so loudly when I try and shouts "Don't eat me, mummy don't eat my feet!!" SO loudly the neighbours must wonder.

I will put some pictures of the fire engine box G made in the weekend. Bax keep 'driving' into tight gaps in the garden, getting stuck then falling over and turtle-like not being able to right himself again. "I crashed I crashed my fire engine" I can still hear him yelling.

Izzie didn't get a look in. Then as we all prepared tea, she snuck out quietly and climbed inside the engine, but she's not big enough to 'wear' it so she got trapped in there and had to wiggle out from under neath.