Thursday, 16 June 2011

Another baby day.

Finally we have a quilt mat for the kids to play on! Little Stevie in his new Gotz Simon summer dungarees from eBay (unfortunately the T-shirt and sun hat weren't included) gets to try it out first.

I wish you'd stop being so shy and put the pillow down and let us see your sweet little face.

I can see you peeping out with one eye.

Can you put the pillow on your head and balance it there? That's a very clever boy.

(Now we can get to see your dear little face.)

Time for a little play with your favourite 'push and go' toy car.

Before your nap time.

I'd put your car down and then close your eyes.

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

....And now for the babies.

I just love these Usborne touchy-feely books and regularly give them as presents to my new great nephews and nieces. This one featured here is called 'That's not my Puppy' and is the very first in the series. Here it is being enjoyed by baby, Amelia, a very early Trendon Nightdress girl who has been re-rooted by Lisa Hartley due to falling hair.

That's not my puppy. It's coat is too hairy.

That's not my puppy. It's tail is too fluffy.

Amelia is wearing a dress and shorts set by sasha*smiles.

That's not my puppy. It's paws are too bumpy.

That's not my puppy. It's collar is too shiny.

That's not my puppy. It's ears are too shaggy.

That's my Puppy....

His nose is so squashy.

I recently bought 'That's not my Tractor' but unfortunately had to give it away to a one year old great nephew before I had time to photograph the baby boys reading and feeling it BUT have the 'That's not my Santa' as a surprise for them at Christmas. Luckily my Sasha Brood have inherited my love of Children's books from my primary school teaching years.

Sunday, 12 June 2011

Sally admiring mummy's Princess Elizabeth Clematis.

My Uncle Steve is always mentioning to mummy that she doesn't take enough photos of me so here I am again!

The first two flowers this year on our Princess Elizabeth Clematis.

I like the way it uses the Firethorn plant to support itself as it climbs although it must 'prick' ityself on the thorns.

Mummy was struggling with the breeze as well as the full sunlight as she was afraid that I might take a tumble from this great height whilst she had her hands full with the camera.

This is mummy's favourite of these photos with the sun both on my face and the flower.

Wonder if the flowers have a perfume?