Time for a catch-up

I have pondered for a couple of weeks about how to attack the next blog session. The problem arose when I reviewed the photos from the last few weeks and realised, with horror, that in every single photo my littlest child is filthy. Grubby. Dirty. Mucky. Grimy. To post the reality or not? Hmm.

Well, in the end I figure people may as well know us as we really are. So long as the kids are smiling and still remembering to say please, thank you and pardon me (well, the eldest does anyway) then we don't mind if they eat via pores in their skin vs their mouth. So here's the truth.

Butter chicken (note that the plate is virtually empty so I can only assume that some of it got in her mouth).

Nope, not the result of some really bad accident. This is what happens when you dish up berries for dessert.Pumpkin/chicken dinner. She was fine when I went into the kitchen for seconds. By the time I came out, she'd done this. Facial and hair treatment in one, I believe.Spaghetti. When she started, she had the bib on. I'd specially got the one with the sleeves to avoid getting spaghetti on the pale blue all-in-one. Didn't realise she could get it off. Got to love the 'butter wouldn't melt' eyes. Think she knew she was in trouble.

Rice bubbles. This was one of those lessons Mummy had to learn the hard way. Owen usually gives the girls breakfast, and I didn't know he puts fruit on her ricies, not milk. Evidently that's because if you put milk in the bowl she upends it to drink it and the rice bubbles all fall out. Ah well.