The dog ate all the buns

Recently Emily and I have been reading a book about going on a picnic. In the story the family goes for a picnic on a windy winter day, feedsthe ducks, have a picnic and then the ducks steal all the buns.

Saturday was very mild and sunny, so I thought that we should go on a picnic on Sunday. It turns out that Sunday was more overcast and windy, but I had already told the toddler what I was planning, so there was no escape. We caught the bus and fed the ducks (swans) as planned. We even had a fairly successful picnic, if you don't count the toddler footprints in things. While I was feeding the baby, a young black labrador visited us and ate all the buns.

Now Emily tells me about the dog, everytime we read the story.

I can juggle one ball and it does not fall

I can juggle one ball and it does not fall.

I can do much better than you. Look look, I can juggle two.Juggle Juggle Juggle

Balls Balls balls

Books Books Books

Have you heard about the snow?

I woke up this morning to about 20cm of snow in the back garden. London is a city that sleeps on snowy days, the children were not in school, the adults were not at work, the cars did not stir from under their thick white blankets.

The street I live on is usually busy in the morning, with traffic negotiating for right of way as they try to pass each other in the narrow bits. It is a short cut from here to there. It was empty with white slippery ice filled tire tracks where some people had perservered. The main road was black and slushy with use, but also very empty, not even buses.

I bundled the children and headed out, with the 3x3 buggy making squeaky noises as the tires cut through snow. I tried to go to play group at the library, but the lady who was to take it hadn't made it. So Emily and I did coffee and watched the older children making snowmen on the green.