My best friend came for lunch today with her three children, the oldest of whom is five. They live quite a distance away, and have to spend almost as long in the car as they can here, so it takes some thought for them to come, which means they don't come often. This is a shame because we have such a ball when we're all together, but the kids will grow and things will get easier, in the meantime when they do come they always leave plenty to remember them by:
Oscar, the five year old, spotted my old (sadly now legless) tailor's dummy and decided to dress it up. It is now called Sheldon.
They also brought home-made gifts.
Edith who is two and a half made this for me yesterday.
Oscar made this and was really rather excited about giving it to me.
They all made these together; isn't that a lovely image?
After lunch we went to the park and Blythe who is just one lost a shoe. We retraced our steps and kept our eyes peeled, but we didn't find it. They were brand new and cost forty quid. None of which bothered her; when we got back to the house she was sleeping soundly in her buggy.
As Oscar had been desperate to draw on my blackboard wall from the minute he'd seen it, I showed him where I kept the chalk while the baby slept and mummy gathered up their belongings before they had to leave, and was rewarded with these masterpieces.
I Need Cake, by Edith.
Higher, by Oscar.
I do hope they can come back soon.