Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Taking turns, signs of spring and bump butter.

1. "I don't want to get down on the floor. You get your own train track out."
"Mummy, it not my turn."
He uses the same excuse later when I suggest that since he has just poured a bucket of water on my head I should be allowed to do the same to him.

2. "Daffmandils!" says Alec. The yellow daffodil trumpets in the vase on our table cheer me, too.

3. "He insisted," says Nick a bit sheepishly. They've come down from the attic with the jar of bump butter: Little Tiny Baby and I get a four-handed massage.