Happy Birthday Sophie. Having a big Halloween themed party at the weekend but for now we are enjoying a quiet morning. Sophie is very excited by her presents including this easel and blackboard and a rabbit backpack from Oonagh. She is most excited to be 4 and wants to measure herself to see if she’s got any taller.
The living room was just going to be skimmed but turned out to be a bigger job as usual! Look at this archway exposed by the plasterer. There was a large French wood burning stove set in front of this with a dreadful B&Q fire surround. Why they didn’t just set it back under this archway is hard to understand. Anyway the Godin Stove is up on ebay now so let’s see how it does.
I have just finished moving the doorway along so that the plasterer can completely finish the hall stairs and landing. He got down to the first floor today and will be working on the ground floor tomorrow. More mess for now but really going to look good soon.
Harvest Festival at pre-school and Sophie is playing the old lady in the story of the gigantic turnip. She was Mary in the nativity last year so she tends to get the matronly roles.
Out doing the groceries with Lauren today. She was smiling at everyone looking for a reaction. Man what a great way to meet women. Old women that is…
This is funny. Sophie came up to show me something. She has a painted egg box she calls her treasure chest. Full of bits of cardboard and coloured feathers. “Daddy, some beetles” – she says – “I got them downstairs”. Opens the box. There’re two wood lice crawling around in there. “Look you can pick them up and if your’re careful and don’t touch the legs…” as she proceeds to pick one up and I recoil in horror. “Hang on there a minute” – I say – “show your mother”.
Off she goes to repeat the performance. This time a louse crawls out of the box and Jean is not impressed. I’ve always been a bit freaked by these things – them and daddy long legs. But I’m kind of fascinated by Sophie. Jean says “They’re not beetles”! Sophie does a double take and goes – “Yuck thery’re not beetles” and for some unfathomable reason is now horrified herself all of a sudden! What in her little head made her suddenly think “ooh nasty” except the power of suggestion? Daddy to the rescue thereafter to chuck them out the back.
On the positive side Sophie’s pre-school teacher spoke in glowing terms of our little girl today so I’m not too worried! Maybe she’ll grow up to be an entomologist or something….