Mainly Faithy

I have managed to rationalise the blogging situation: this is my new way of looking at it:
Its not impending addiction; its a way to get creative and amuse myself.

Saturday's frenzy of activity - watching rugby:

From left: JS Deon; MM's legs and my legs, with the mandatory packet of chips in easy reach of everyone.

There was SO much rugby this Saturday I was groggy by the end of it. Bleh!

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Last night Faithy (4) slept over with us. She had waited for her turn for ages.

We have a lot of fun with the kids when they stay over: its not that we do anything special, but they crack us up with their ways and the stuff the say.

Actually I think MM and I have more fun than they do.

Faithy's new necessary things:

Pink milk.

Life apparently isn't worth living without it - but it has to be warm and has to have a straw.

So I needed to make a trip to the shop to remedy the unthinkable situation of a home with NO PINK MILK.

Her Make Up -

It is quite a substantial collection now and is applied with great seriousness on cheeks, eyes and lips. See pic - the orange bag is the make up kit.

And then - Cup Cakes - with pink icing.

This morning, 7am.

I am still in bed: its dark, windy, raining and cold.

Theo is downstairs, making tea for us, and warm pink milk with a straw for you-know-who.

I hear this exchange:

"Oupa I love cup cakes." "Do you love cup cakes?"

"Can we make cup cakes, Oupa?"

"Now - I want to make them now"

"With pink icing, Oupa." "PINK, Oupa, ok?"

Breakfast for her was not cup cakes but it was a pink Tinky, pink milk and whatever kids TV channel she liked -

oh yes! I did manage to get half a slice of marmaite toast into her!