Happy Christmas

Happy Christmas to you all, loyal subjects dear readers (sorry, snapped out of Princess mode now). Here are some Christmas images I drew for you to ponder:

A Crackin’ Good Tale

As Daddy brought my dippy egg to the breakfast table a few yesterdays ago, his hand wobbled and the egg fell off the plate.

“Daddy!”, I admonished him,  “Look at the poor egg. It’s shell-shocked!”

Farmyard Fact

“Did you know”, I said to Daddy this morning, “that Chickens which aren’t married can lay eggs – they just don’t have chicks in them.”

King of the Castle

Story Time

Baby brother is quite into books, and I’m quite into reading them, so we make a happy couple!

Warwick Castle

We had a homeschool trip to Warwick Castle the other day.

Most memorable was when little brother unexpectedly made a new friend. He was watching the falconry display from the comfort of his pushchair, and munching on an apple. The star of the show, a vulture, swooped down and landed on little brother’s legs. I’m sure little brother would have been quite happy to share a peck of his apple, but Granny didn’t approve – she shut the hood of the pushchair down and the vulture flew off.

And those stairs! I’m getting pretty good at counting now, but I got close to running out of numbers before we reached the top. Mummy explained that the reason they went round and round in a spiral was to make it more difficult for enemies to climb. I said, if it had been my house, I’d have rather have had the enemies in.

But the view from the top made up for the climb.

Mummy asked me why I thought they built castles on top of hills. I explained that it was to make it easier to see people coming. They didn’t have doorbells in those days.

Wobbly teeth

I was hard at work with my toothbrush one evening when Mummy stuck her fingers in my mouth and started wiggling my teeth.

This struck me as being rather odd. Until I figured out her ulterior motive.

“I know why you want me to have wobbly teeth. It’s so the tooth fairy will come and leave me money, then you’ll spend it!”

Croquet

You wouldn’t believe how tiring a game croquet is!

Out!

Baby brother is no couch potato. Mummy only has to hint at getting a breath of fresh air, and he rushes off to hunt underneath the stairs where we keep our footwear.

“Shoes”, he says, and presents them, along with a pair of be-socked feet ready to be shoed. “Door. Out!”

Krispy Kremes

Oops. Was I supposed to be doing this without licking my lips?

On and off

This chair kept baby brother amused for whole quarters-of-an-hour at a time, climbing on and off.

Not another photo Dad!

Equal Opportunities

This photo is to prove that Mummy runs an Equal Opportunities household!

Baby Thermometer

Mummy asked me a while back how you check that the water in the bath is the right temperature.

My answer: put baby brother in and see if he squeals!

What we've been up to

In common with the rest of the world, baby brother developed an obsession with balls over the summer (or buhlululus as he calls them).

Baby brother also discovered the rasberry canes at the bottom of his garden. Here's me, helping him to help himself.

Cool huh?

So sweet!

Holiday snaps 2010

Older and inquisitiver

Its snow time!

The more observant amongst you might have noticed that we’ve had a few flakes of snow in our country in the last few weeks. Little brother and me have been making the most of it.

And here’s little brother on a solo flight – seems to be enjoying himself:

Here’s me with a pair of winter migrants taking a break on their journey to the North pole: