We hadn’t been to Cockington Green for a while so we took a quick trip to Canberra last week to hang out with Daddy and take in the sites (again).
Hugo walked into the “holiday house” (serviced apartment) and exclaimed in a voice of hushed awe “Mummy, it’s so CLEAN!” – “Clean compared to what?” – “Our house!”. Hmmmm …
Canberra, like Copenhagen, is nice and flat so bike riding is an achievable pastime. I thought, in the interests of research and practise, I’d hire a bike with a baby-trailer and see how we all went. So, Sophia hated her helmet and spent the whole hour crying and alternating between trying to pull her head off to get the helmet away, and trying to pull Hugo’s head off just to vent her general irritation at the world. Hugo spent the whole time huddled cowering in the corner, arms covering head in an attempt to ward off her flailing arms, half laughing and half crying.
It’s fair to say it wasn’t a raging success.
A month or so ago, I was talking to one of the other mums at the park after preschool. She described seeing Hugo in the ‘home corner’ (play kitchen area), attired in a lovely pink dress, serving breakfast to several of the other boys – all similarly attired.
Last weekend, Hugo had a sleepover at Aunty Livvy’s house. We arrived in time for her Tupperware/Nutrimetics party. He was quite keen on “plastic bowls”, he informed me. Later, after we’d left him there, he had a mini-facial from the nutrimetics lady, who he described as “beautiful”.
Last night, he was playing with a random assortment of toys and told me “this one is lipstick, Mum”. “Ok. What do you use lipstick for?”. “It’s to put on the cats” ….. hmm ok, it’s a work in progress 😉
Hugo is four! His party went well, everyone had lots of fun (I hope!).
The last four years have passed so quickly.
Sophia’s hair has just been getting too long in front to keep tidy and out of her eyes. Clips and elastics help for a little while but she generally pulls them out within a few minutes.
Hugo and Sophie, with matching clips (and yes, Hugo has a topknot in as well).
I finally had enough of scraping her hair out of her eyes and just grabbed a hank and chopped … it didn’t turn out as badly as my previous effort on Hugo.
Mildly mullet, but not *too* bad.
Cuteness in a box, delivered straight to your door. This week only – two for the price of one.
(Batteries not included).
When Daddy came home from a trip to England last year, he brought one of those battery operated bubble blowers from Hamley’s, the best toy store in the world. It’s basically a wheel of bubble blowers attached to a fan so it constantly blows out masses of bubbles. The ultimate in lazy parenting, actually 😉 It is great though, it turns our garden into a bubble wonderland, I don’t hyperventilate trying to blow bubbles, and everyone is happy!
And the reason I love this photo is because every time I try to take photos of him lately I get this look, or a variation on it … the “DO NOT TAKE A PHOTO OF ME” glare.
Getting new teeth hurts!