Is it Weekly Winners time again?
I have only a few photos for you this week. Ivy had her Intragam on Monday and then proceeded to get sick, catching some preschool lurgy.
It has not been fun.
Anyhow, here is the best of our week, go on over to Lotus’ blog for all of the participants.
Maddy, Immy and Lily, along with Noah and Ivy created a beauty salon and invited me in for some pampering.
Noah was at the door. See his “lappie”?
I had to hand the ticket over but not before he said his line
“Can I help you”?
I got in trouble when I said the wrong thing. I was supposed to say “I have an appointment”.
Not “Oooh, this looks nice”
or
“You’re the cutest doorman I’ve ever met”.
Once I got the script right though, he called Ivy over. (She was my masseuse)
“Right this way” he directed me to the rocking chair.
My “foot rubber”.
What you need to know is that about five seconds after the photo was taken, she declared my foot old and gross and skipped away to the next table.
A three year old tantrum insued because the girls told her that she could not be the boss of all the stations.
My pamper time was therefore cut short.
Oh dear.
These are a few others from the ‘messy’ shoot.
I didn’t get into the top ten but I was Angie’s pick! That is so exciting for me!
Noah had issues with being painted. Many issues.
He was in tactile stimulation overload and was crying.
His nose had started to run.
“Oh no, Maaaarmeeeee, I got snot!
I got snot and paint!
I got painted snot!
Waaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!”
Ivy - not so much.
Such concentration.
She was melancholy after Noah declared it all too much and went off to the shower to depaint.
On Friday, (yeah we lost a few days) we attempted some outside time.
Blowing bubbles.
Bubbles are fun right?
So sick but blowing bubbles is a really good way of making kids breathe deeply. There was method in my madness. Some chest physio, Mummy style.
I didn’t even do her hair (whoops). She lost the plot shortly after and wanted to go back inside, Noah was devastated.
This is my favourite for the week. Tearful resignation of his fun being dashed. Poor little guy.
