Yesterday, I introduced her to painting. Painting at Ma's place. Alannah has painted at her home, and Alannah has painted at Kindy. I need to finesse the routine a bit. She is not in the least a fan of the smock you see in these photos: I suspect it is too big, too heavy, and too hot. I will see if I can find an old shirt for her for Wednesday. A backwards shirt held together with a peg. Hah! Also, need one brush for each paint-pot. I expect there to be a mess, but need to have a method to clean it up. Alannah does not like mucky hands. Hah! Mummy that was another word Alannah learnt yesterday: 'mucky'. Vegemite toast often results in mucky hands.
So, into the shed we go (a laundry in reality) and drag out Ma's ladder. THIS is what some of those vans and little trucks have on their roof, Alannah. This is a ladder. And then 'WHOOSH' ... a flash of grey is past us, and up up up the ladder. It is Sellie, who adores ladders! And, I can hear you thinking ... that little girl will be up that ladder, too. So the images are on the run, from the camera poised on the buffet just inside the door, keeping on eye on the next move from either or both of them.
Pat a cakeWell, the first line of this favourite at any rate ...
Pat a cake
Bake me a cake
As fast as you can
Pat it, and prick it and mark it with B
And put it in the oven for baby and me.
Hello, Daddy. Ma and I have been cooking cakes. I am mucky.