We meant to send out this treat for Christmas but all of a sudden it was Boxing Day....so a little later than planned, may chords of New Year love chime around you like cherubs under your apron strings, and all that.
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
Sunday, 8 January 2012
Friday, 6 January 2012
An hour a day
I seem to remember Dad telling me that as a young boy he was made to practice piano for an hour a day. Young, but maybe not this young... ah the concentration and with just 58 minutes still to go.
All I want for Christmas are my two front teeth...
Finally James has sprouted a tooth, well, two, to be precise. One bottom and one top on the right. Phew. In addition, he has suddenly taken bold steps alone; all obstacles capably nudged aside by our little snow plough.
Here was James on New Years Day at Holkham, in bracing winds needing to hang on to keep upright.
Our fellow beach combers Tom, Emma and Elliot.
Along with Alice, Ellen, Bess and Joe.
And here he is just a few days later, sober as a judge (inspite of appearances).
Christmas
Belated Happy Christmas greetings to any blog followers we haven't spoken to over the festive season. Here we are on Christmas Eve adhering to the divide and conquer rule of parenting.
Bess, unaware of how truly exciting the concept of Father Christmas can be. She asked repeatedly WHY she couldn't eat the biscuit and the carrot and drink the apple juice...
Our crafting session one day ended with me getting carried away and making ever more elaborate snowflake decorations for the windows.
The big day and the big gift...
Ta-daaa! See more on the dolls house later on blog fans...
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