Sunny Liverpool

I was in Liverpool recently for a stag weekend, which naturally I can't talk much about, but I did get a chance to wander around the docks area a bit, since we were staying nearby (I can definitely recommend the Malmaison).

Other than fairly substantial cruise ship, the most impressive sight was the Liver Building. Rather grand really. And according to the book I was reading at the time (Thicker than Water, a Felix Castor novel), the Liver Birds which top the building don't actually exist.

Funky looking though.

Ducks, Redux, Redux.

At St James Park. Emily even grudgingly gave the ducks some of her fruit bread. Though it was a bit of a "one for me, one for them" scenario.

Shake It Baby

Maracas and swings (and ladybird boots) together again at last.

(yeah,yeah, it's a photo from June)

I Think I'm Turning...

Emily still thinks that the presents from Rob are fantastico.

Got to Move It Move It

Someone's on the move now....

This way, that way

At least in Ratcourt Park, the swings are still good.

Sound and Colour

Nice chilled out Bank Holiday weekend. Town was quiet, weather was fine-to-good, children were in a lovely mood (largely).

Caught up with Podman, whose international jettsetting saw him swing over our way for an evening. Curry. Yum.

Monday saw us swan over to St James Park, to see Kath and Dave before Kath takes delivery of a little blue bundle. Emily liked the sausage rolls at the park.


Emily still likes to help bring in the tomatos.



Breakfast is still the source of some amusement all round.




The children seem to be playing together (more or less).




And Her Snufflyness has started to crawl.



Did I mention sound?






And of course no day would be complete without some bouncing. In stereo, even.

Tasty

According to Natasha, sometimes you've just got to stuff some toes in your mouth and have a good munch.

Chocolat

I scream, you scream, we all scream for....

This Video Brought to You by the Letter N

Fear my superteeth, nectarine!

Wiggle

Bounce, bounce bounce.

Hmm. bit dark. Let's see what we can do.

And in this corner

Cute baby at Camp Bestival photo.

Tired

Aren't we all really?

Fountains

As Lisa discovered, Emily is turning into quite the water baby.

Cold Chesil

On holiday in Weymouth after Camp Bestival, we took the opportunity of a showery day to load everyone into the car and drive over to Portland because, you know, it's famous and everything due to Chesil Beach.

Thankfully the children were cooperative, sleeping through the dull (for them) bits, waking just in time as we swung into the pub next to the beach (the New Cove Inn?) for lunch.





After extremely large meals and Natasha making friends with lots of the pub customers, we wandered out to the beach which was pretty amazing - 15k of full-on stony beach. Emily was impressed at least.



Lisa also gave a synopsis of the book On Chesil Beach, which hasn 't exactly led me to put it on my 'must read' list.

Bouffant

Crazy happy baby is crazy happy.

Early Warning

Looks like I'll be going on the Supermodel farewell tour to Tokyo at the end of October.

Testing.. 1.2.3

Am I just having a technopeasant moment?

Answer - yes. I'll figure out the other photos later.

Little Ducks

Kewtastic.

Edit - hmmm.. not too sure why you can't expand the photos for this and the two posts below. Will look into it.

Edit 2 - Hahaha! A mighty victory over the forces of Blogger.

Yog-yog

This whole food thing? I can dig it.

Stripey

Little Miss Emily has recently been moved from the cot into a bed. This was largely necessitated by the snuffles' prodigous growth, causing her to outgrow the moses basket.

The whole cot-to-bed routine worked OKish, though was a little chaotic before we got a stairgate for the bedroom door. Since then, things have worked very smoothly.

Well, mostly.

I Want One

Ducks

Happy (almost) Birthday Little Miss Emily!

Since Grandma Cheryl wasn't going to be here for Emily's birthday today, we decided to celebrate it a little early, and made a family expedition down to the Barnes Wetland Centre, armed with a picnic and presents.

Emily thought the fields of daisies were great.

However, she wasn't so impressed with the birthday cake, giving us the "you're dead to me" look.

Until she had some, of course.

Beast of Burden

Pro Tip: Don't do this when small child is carrying ice-cream.

All Your Cones Are Belong To Us. Or, Emily thinks everyone should give her their ice cream

On a recent trip to Hyde Park, a yummy picnic and much lying around was had by all. Emily also dragged Aunty Lisa around the Round Pond to look (natch) at the ducks. Since it was such a lovely day, we figured ice cream all round would be appropriate.

Emily queued with me and Lisa happily for a few minutes before she realised that Other People were getting their ice creams Before Her, and this was obviously a Bad Thing.

Cue small child pushing to the front of the (admittedly small) queue, and demanding "want some!" to all and sundry. One nice lady was even willing to let Emily have a little bit of her ice cream, but we warned her that she wouldn't get it back.

Thanksfully, said queue moved quickly, and Her Mouseness soon got her hands (and mouth, face and clothes) on some ice cream

Chino!

Beware the babychino!

(aka fluffies)

Fleurs, part deux

As per Madre's request, the mouse in flower-admiring action.


We've also noticed that any white flower that looks even vaguely daisy-like is called a daisy.