Do as I do...

So as I was saying, Grace is taking more of an active role in her own welfare. Cleaning her teeth, washing her face, lathering the shampoo in her hair... whatever it is, she takes part... she's learning. Fortunately I was wise enough to send a choice of two sunhats to Grandma's house this morning, as Grace took care to make sure Rosie the Bear was safe in the sun too. (Ignore the fact she's indoors with the curtains drawn to keep the blazing sun out!)

Helping Rosie the Bear into her sunhat

Taking a step on from there, tonight me and Matt the Husband were treated to a dose of moisturiser from Grace while in the throes of getting her ready for bed. We both left the room smothered in pink lotion where she'd done her best to spread it out and rub it in. I'm hoping she picks up Indian Head Massage at nursery tomorrow.

Imaginary beginnings

Tucked up in Mummy's bed this morning while I got ready for work, Grace took to reading her book to Upsy Daisy. Very cute to listen to although much of it made no sense at all, until she sat bolt upright and demonstrated with arms outstretched how Charley Bear flies his aeroplane.

Then I knew exactly where she was up to.

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Her imagination is running rife at the moment. She has a little plastic Happyland horse that she spent the night with last night, we call him Fred the Foal after a board book I picked up for her in Wales last year. She adores both. I had to shoehorn Fred out of her clutches last night while she was sleeping, uncurling her fingers. The moment he released from her grasp, her hand started searching on the bed sheet so I popped Mr Rabbit back within reach and she settled until morning. Lovely.



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Strawberry Fields for Heather

Strawberry fields forever...

One of the best PYO's I have come across

Ripe for the picking, raspberry heaven

Motivated by the sun in the sky, we rushed Sunday breakfast to head off to the pick your own farm up near York. The Balloon Tree is an ace little family run affair with pick your own trail, farm shop, cafe and children's play area, highly recommended and well worth the 30 minutes in the car for us.

Grace loved the experience, and bless her heart she managed to get through the picking session with only a guilty lick of a strawberry until after we'd paid our dues. The coming days are sure to be packed with fruit, fruit with ice-cream and of course, fruit jelly. One thing Grace can't get enough of, is fruit...

Heading back to the farm shop to hand over the coffers for our fruit