Friday, 20 February 2015

The town crier

"Hello. Are you a pirate?"



I know who he is!


Animal poses

I've been searching high and low for ages for a yoga class that the McBaby and I can do together. So high and low in fact, that I even looked into the possibility of teaching them myself. So I was thrilled to see that Dandelion Wellbeing between Hungerford and Marlborough were offering two classes in half term and duly booked on.

They were great! if only the McBaby had been better behaved and had done what he was told, instead of escaping mid way through a downward dog and having a tantrum. Tantrums are never good but somehow, within the hallowed and relaxed space of a yoga studio, their volume is amplified.

Anyway, he's got a real talent for yoga, with good balance and strong legs. We did all of the animal poses, the cat, the dog, the cow, the rabbit, the frog. And a special one for the McBaby - who even knew there was an elephant yoga pose?


Friday, 13 February 2015


The little monkey absolutely cracked me up on a recent National Trust visit recently; before going into Lacock, we saw a sign saying people were welcome to visit one of the holiday rental properties (a cottage built in 1445!) Everyone was welcome, that is, except us. I was holding the McBaby's bike so a lady immediately pounced on me and said: "You can't ride that bike in here!"

"I wasn't going to? And neither was he".

"you can't carry it either, you'll get the carpets muddy."

"OK, can we leave it here?

"No, it will be in the way." (It wasn't).

We leave.

As we leave, McBaby says to the lady: "We're very sorry, your Majesty". Without a trace of irony. I love him.


Monday, 9 February 2015

Harry the Hedgehog

There's an episode of Peppa Pig where Teddy Playgroup comes to stay and they must do interesting things and keep a diary. Mummy Pig laughs that Teddy Playgroup has been to "London, Paris, Egypt; oh I say, Teddy Playgroup does have an exciting life."

It's this display of one-upmanship that worries me when the time comes to take Harry the Hedgehog home for the day. This is not helped by a bad-tempered mum shouting at me in the car park for no particular reason other than she parked near me, and then a member of staff reminding me not once, not twice, but three times to bring the bear back to nursery.

Actually, it's not too bad. He hasn't been to Disneyland or Africa, so I don't need to make stuff up, our trip into town will do very nicely and there's no need to make up an adventure about MrM taking him to a lapdancing club. MrM is horrified by this joke of mine.

So we take him into town, to a cake sale, to the park and to the car wash. Where I lose him twice. And then my printer breaks, so we provide the diary entries but no photos.

So in an online exclusive, here are the pictures we took of Teddy Playgroup, I mean Harry hedgehog.

Elmer and Wilbur

When I was little, any elephant stories would have Babar at their heart. These days it's Elmer. And as the McBaby is such a huge fan of elephants that he actually thinks he is one, we're quickly accumulating Elmer books for bedtime reading.

They're lovely and colourful with nice simple stories, but I find them a little difficult to read out loud occasionally as the flow seems to disappear from under me, but that's a minor, and occasional quibble.

We've read "Elmer plays hide and seek" (which the McBaby more or less reads to himself), so many times that the book is falling apart. It has come through many hands before reaching us and is in tatters. I can't seem to find a reprint anywhere.

As well as "Elmer", we're currently reading "Elmer and Wilbur" about a visit from Elmer's naughty ventriloquist cousin who gets stuck up a tree. At one point he says, "don't leave me, I'm starving!".

I won't buy another Elmer book until he stops reciting this line at me in public all of the time as it's sure to lead to trouble.