What do boobies feel like and what does crucify mean?

That was the first question of the day today as I tried to wake up standing under the shower. My eldest daughter is 6 and she has a lot of questions to ask. Good question and I couldn’t really answer it. I’m not well endowed in the “Boobies” department but my daughters regularly make my day by referring to my 34a as “big boobies”!

As for the crucify question I told a big lie and said I didn’t know. The Easter story has been told at school this week and I am not sure what she thinks now. At this young age I think they should be spared the gory details. She was asked to make an Easter Garden for school. I willingly went into the garden to help her collect grass and moss to line a small box. I then hoped she’d make fluffy bunnies and pretty patterned eggs but instead she drew Jesus on a cross with an “ouchy thing on his head”, blood running down his body and nails through his hands onto the cross! I dutifully sent it into school and we are yet to receive feedback from the teachers. She hasn’t woken me up at night with any nightmares but we’re expecting it any night now!

A few hours of calm

With one daughter at school and the other at preschool, I have managed to snatch a few precious hours to myself. I grasp them willingly after another grey dreary weekend stuck in the house. We are creating an amazing outside space for the girls to play in over the summer months. Well, when I say we I mean my husband! He is very practical and can make anything out of nothing and is a big kid at heart so this project is his. The deal is that he gets on with the work and I keep the girls out of his way so he can get it all done.

So, at the weekend he managed to build a full size tipi. It looks amazing and the girls love it. I fear slightly that Daddy may take over the tipi as his own. It was bought for the girls instead of a wooden play house. We hope they will have many an adventure together and with their friends.

Meanwhile, my weekend consisted of cleaning the floor, making clay animals and Easter decorations, cleaning the floor, cooking, cleaning the floor, breaking up arguments over the TV remote and cleaning the floor.

So today I feel a slight sense of achievement for managing to do three hours of weeding in the gardenĀ andĀ  finally working out how to set up a blog so I can write down our exploits.

My time is up and I am now off for the school run and ballet classes.