Mini Matisse

Bored to tears on my second day of garden leave found me delving into the cupboards to dig out some messy play for Grace. Kitted out with a very funky Hungry Caterpillar apron, rollers and easy-grip brushes, Grace got down with the paint and came up with some little gems. Mummy's little Matisse.

First days

 

Tired after her first day, Grace chomps on a cucumber stick in the car on the way home.

 

Up at the crack of dawn, Grace could be heard calling Mummy, Mummy from her bedroom. I was in the shower so Husband nipped in to raise the blind and say good morning. No Daddy! She wants Mummy. She comes through, doe eyed, pyjamas hanging off her bottom and chats to me while I get clean. Bubbles, she keeps telling me. Sitting on the bed while I get dressed, I prep her for the day. I'm a big believer in setting the day out to Grace so she knows what to expect, what's on the agenda, no suprises. I'm sure this is why most days for us are tantrum free zones. I'm explaining it's her first day at pre-school, that she's going to meet new friends, and play with new toys, when she remembers she can put the foot stool up against the wall in her bedroom to watch for Grandma coming up the road. She spends the next ten minutes there, calling back to me, no, no Grandma (she means she's not here yet). She gets excited when she see's the car - She's Here! she keeps yelling at me from her room.

 

From there, she starts breakfast with Grandma while we finish getting ready for work. Quick goodbyes, and reassurance from Mummy that she's going to enjoy her first day at pre-school.

 

And she does, Mummy's little star.

Taxi!

Arm resting on the window, reversing over her shoulder, Grace is showing early entrepreneurial signs. Taxi!

Hilltop adventure

Not wishing to miss what could be the last day of summer, we set off for a morning jaunt around the nature reserve at the back of the village. Windy and with great views of tractors farming the local land, Grace had a blast...

Grace, very proud of her achievement of walking up a very very steep hill...

Grace, the independant lady, walking Daisy-woof

Spotting tractors, Grace's favourite passtime at present...

Enjoying the wind in her hair....

Silent Sunday.... Silent August....