STOP!

Also, NO! and GO AWAY! and CLOSE YOUR MOUTH!

Hazel has discovered her inner martinet.

It was a near thing

Look what we nearly had for dinner!

We are in a cute cabin with a perfectly good kitchen, and we brought emergency dinner supplies. Luckily the local pub was willing to feed us at 5.30 pm. We can have the tin of alleged spaghetti sauce another time.

My very early morning

The following post has been stuck on my phone since very early on Tuesday corning. My phone periodically forgets how to talk to the internet,  so I have texted this to Trudi and now I'm posting from her phone.

Last night we talked about the logistics of the coming day. Usually Trudi gets up at 5.50am, leaves the house at six, and starts work well before seven. On my work days I get up at 6.30 and take the kids to creche, and get to work by 8.30.

Last night we decided to shake things up a bit. I would be the early riser and Trudi would do the creche run. By the time we made the decision we were in bed and ready to sleep. I set my alarm and all was well.

This morning I got up and left the house twelve minutes later. I forgot my hair clip so I will have to use a bulldog clip filched from the supplies cupboard... Not too bad for such an early start. I have my laptop, my train ticket and some fruit. I feel accomplished.

The bus comes, it drives right past me so I leap out into the mad and do I a mad semaphore dance, the driver sees me in time to stop and all is well.

Then I check my watch.

It is 5.10. I am an hour early. How did this happen?? and the next train is not for another half an hour. So here I wait at the station when I could be asleep. The air is cool and some birds are singing, but I would rather be asleep.

Coda: In the night, my clock put itself an hour forward, and now cannot be changed. I suppose it has been defeated by small people.

Meaty pants

We have some favourite tracky pants. I think we have six pairs... three pink and three grey. They are size 2 and the legs of our  enormous almost-3-year-olds stick waaay out at the bottom. They are too small to notice though.
Anyway. Hazel calls them meaty pants. Any grey marle fabric is meaty. Not sure why, and I suppose that we will never know.

Wild night

Swapped. Trudi is now in the bathroom and I am in the bar at a table by the window by myself. The litte tealight is a fake perpetual electric thing.

Bundoora Park and Shepparton

This photo is of Hazel 'fishing' at the park. Why do both girls love 'fishing' so very much? Tonight we are staying in Shepparton. Today We went to their cousin's 8th birthday party. Kids ate cake and lollies and cheezels. Imagine their moods. Just put the girls to bed. We are all in the same room so I am sitting on the toilet wrapped in a blanket waiting for then to fall asleep. Trudi is going for a walk in the rain. We will swap roles later. Another wild night in Shepparton!

The demise of Tanogga

For a long time, Hazel's name was actually Tootle.

A month or so ago, she announced that she was no longer Tootle the train, and was now Tanogga and Tanogga is a big boat.

A few days ago, she said that she is not Tanogga any more. She is now Hazel Spider. This morning over porridge, she informed us (with giggles) that she is now Hazel Spider Cat Train Boat Dog.

Ivy's new name is Ivy Butterfly. She's been that way for about a month.