Wednesday, July 28

10 Things Molly Has Eaten Recently


Cute, eh? But wait 'til you hear what's she's been chowing down on when my back's turned for - ooo - all of five seconds.

Suncream
Vaseline - swiped from the shelf in Boots
A piece of white chalk
A piece of pink chalk
Some very small pebbles
Some old ham from a discarded sandwich (someone else's)
Most of the mud in my garden
Half the beach
A fag butt
A dead fly

ETA 11. A marigold 12. A bar of soap

Saturday, July 24

Close, but no biscuit



Been to the Photomarathon exhibition today. I didn't win anything, but there were lots of dots stuck on my entry, so I asked what they meant. One was to say I was in the final 60 (out of 400!) for my overall portfolio, the next meant I got through to the final 30 (eek!) and the other meant I was shortlisted as a category winner (eep!). I'm over the bloomin' moon.

Gwen was chuffed to see her nose on display in a public exhibition.

Next year, world domination...

Wednesday, July 21

Babies in a pod

I'm going to photograph some baby twins tomorrow for a project I'm doing on Mothers and Daughters. Doing a bit of research, I came across this bundle of cuteness from an amazing American photographer (who also actually gets to photograph actual births!).



I am squeaking with delight while typing this.

Broody, me? Nah, don't know what you're talking about...

What with Moll now officially being a toddler (she walks!), we know have no babies in the house. Boo. And indeed, hoo.

In other news, I am am starting my training to be an antenatal teacher in September. I'm so excited. I love birth. I love babies. Yay!

Monday, July 19

How to Survive a Rainy Sunday



Dress up in fairy dresses, set up a tripod and take a series of self portraits
Eat lots of coffee and walnut cake
Drink lots of chai
Make a cup of beans with a toastcuit for dunking
Write a silly poem about tidying up
Get your husband to write a tune for it
Make monsters out of PVA, googly eyes and glitter

See, you really don't need a telly.



The Tidy Song
Pick up the tea set
Pick up the blocks
Don't forget the cars
And that smelly old sock
Grab that pile of teddies
Move that manky apple core
Scoop that half-chewed custard cream
Off the blinking floor

Chorus

Let's tidy up
It's tidy time
Get stuff cleared away
It's time to move the mess
That we made all bloomin' day
Let's tidy up
It's tidy time
It's time to go to bed
And then we'll make the same old mess again

Verse 2

Let's de-glitter the table
Put your drawers back in the drawer
Let the cat out of the wardrobe
He's not hiding anymore
Squashed strawberries on the sofa
Splattered paint all up the wall
Sometimes it seems as if
We'll never tidy up at all

Chorus
Let's tidy up
It's tidy time
Get stuff cleared away
It's time to move the mess
That we made all bloomin' day
Let's tidy up
It's tidy time
It's time to go to bed
And then we'll make the same old mess again

Thursday, July 1

Date night




Last night, the little croutons stayed with Nanna and Bampa, so Mr Meep and I had a rare date night.

On my way home from work, I stocked up on lovely M&S picnic goodies, like melt-in-the-mouth marinated artichokes and stuffed (di)vine leaves and olives and all kinds of yummies. I got home, we stuck it all in a rucksack, filled our little Kleen Kanteens with sauv blanc (me) and wheat beer (him), and trekked 45 minutes from our house up to the top of the Garth mountain in the sunshine.

On the way up we picked wild strawberries from the hedgerows, trod in a cowpat (me) and said hello to lots of sheep.

We picnic-ed at the top while looking across Cardiff and over the Bristol Channel. As we were finishing our picnic, we watched fireworks going off in Cardiff Bay.

It was perfect.