Friday photo 23/3/2012

The girls took advantage of the lovely weather to play in the garden today. They had great fun bouncing toys on the trampoline…until R (underestimating her – frankly scary – own strength) managed to punt Muttley over next door’s fence.

In full-on ‘that’ll learn you’ mode, I refused to take the girls round to ask for it back. Undeterred, G hatched a plan. While I was sorting out the washing, she created this:


I found her outside attempting to punt the picture over the fence. It depicts Muttley looking sad and G wrote her name on the picture so that the finder would know who to return it to.


Next door pinged Muttley back over earlier, thankfully.

Friday Photo 16/3/2012

We’re currently Dh-less as he’s living it up on a stag weekend so the R, G and I did what any girl should do on a man-free weekend and went shopping. Sadly we didn’t buy anything for ourselves (so noble) but we *had* to go into ‘The Fairy Shop’ to buy something for one of the girls’ friends. When you buy something there the assistant puts ‘fairy dust’ (glittery talc) on your arms. I’m too old for such fripperies (unfortunately) but the girls held their arms (and noses) out willingly. The sparkles don’t really show up in the picture, but I like it anyway:

G, R and some invisible glitter.

Friday Photo 2/3/2012

I have recently taken up running (don’t ask) so I go out for early morning runs a couple of days a week and join Dh and the girls for breakfast when I’m finished.

Last Sunday the girls decided to get into the spirit and ‘dress like Mummy going for a run’.

I would like to point out that I don’t *actually* wear knickers on my head or a Cinderella dress when I go out for a run though.

Friday photo 24/2/2012

R and G had their hair cut at the weekend.

G’s hair is completely mad. She has a double-crown which means that the hair doesn’t lie flat and is generally happiest when it is sticking out in 37 different directions. <insert joke about correlation between hair and owner here> Our hairdresser relishes the challenge of G’s hair and takes great satisfaction in getting it a. Back into a style and b. Looking presentable every few weeks. This look was achieved with hair straightners (I KNOW) and copious amounts of hairspray. I was primed to take a photo the moment she leapt out of the hairdressers’ chair and this was the result. 30 seconds later it went mad again, but it looks lovely here.

R’s hair is more straightforward….

…mainly because it is poker-straight and fine and just…sits. I have naturally wavy hair (if my mop is exposed to a slight rain shower I look like Sideshow Bob) so R’s hair is completely alien to me. She has a single crown (identical schmidentical part 472) so at least it looks ok most of the time. She is spectacularly unbothered about her hair (it’s basically there to make her head slightly warmer) but it’s nice to see it put into a style, albeit briefly.

I thought that having little girls would allow me to spend a lot of time fiddling with hair but they HATE having their hair brushed. I literally have to dash down the hallway brandishing a hairbrush every morning before they escape out of the house resembling alcoholic scarecrows. R asked me to put a tiny little plait in the back of her hair (apparently Fawn from Tinkerbell has one) the other day and I almost fainted with shock. I obliged…and watched her pull the hairband out approximately 30 seconds later.