hooliga huewl hewligans...

hooliga huewl hewligan's haircut!

Poppy is loving my time machine amazon purchase today! on the doorstep, a massive slice of inspiration when I was 17... jamie hewlett and peter milligan's fantastic book about madness and reality... or is it?...

That was a Moon...

That was a Moon Burp, thank you

We're reading "Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator" now we've finished the Chocolate factory... we're only on chapter 4 so far... Poppy leaps up from bed tonight, thinking she can float around like Mr Wonka in space, with a wee puff here, and a wee puff there from his mouth to propel him about... someone then thinks a wee "moon burp" would help, indeed... it did come from a small moon, not a space station. Drrrt! pardon you Mr Wonka!

Aunty Chloe, can you read....

Aunty Chloe, can you read some Charlie and the Chocolate factory with us?

Chloe's up for a wee break, Poppy is very excited. An afternoon of swapping sylvanian families stories and other toys pulled from the loft. We make three delicious pizzas, and end up reading Poppy two chapters (the chewing gum section!)... Chloe dips her toes into reading kids books aloud... to an intent and intense listening Poppy... We think she did well!

Ooh! It's snowing...

Ooh! It's snowing, that means it's Christmas!

Hold on! hold on! where did you get that from Popps?! Ah, all the books about Christmas, all the cartoons, all the films... I see your logic... no, santa is just sending a quick "snow test", and cooling the place down, in order for the REAL SNOW to stick around for ages, like last time... mwooo ha h ah a ha h ha ha ha

here's the lecht's webcam - on the 20th of October 2010 - it's fantastically white...

we've run out of presents...

we've run out of presents, we'll have to go buy more!

Today, Poppy is 4. Having a hillock of presents when you are young, seems to be a given (Gabi and her charity shop till you drop 'knack'). Anyway, after opening what seemed like a library, DVD store and Clothes Boutique... it's the end!.... or is it! (I'm sure with Super-Gran's cheque, this wish will be fulfilled.

Today, we headed up to Dunvegan Castle with Ailsa, fit a fine day! lucky that only when we're in the car and heading home, did the weather turn crazy...

You have to wink...

You have to wink, because you are Aughra!

- 8 am... (I'm rubbish in the mornings)... I feel some fingers on my face (pretend "plucking out thine eye" !)... what?! who?! where?! wha?!... Ah, mr Henson, I applaud your inspirations...

no, I really really really...

no, I really really really don't like sleeping mummy

Yawn yawn... after a fine (late) tea (we were open at the Wyness Hall until 6pm) - and a few pages of Georges Marvellous Medicine, Poppy seems to think that sleep is for losers... oh no it isn't! oh yes it is!... when the lights went out, and the door closes....she's out like a light. Knackered. Jolly Good.

Yes, I've heard of...

Yes, I've heard of Mobius

This one's for Rud. Context is king... yes, other people know stuff too... ho ho.

Don't put juice in my beer...

Don't put juice in my beer, it'll explode!

"will it blow up the glass?" "yes, and then the house, then the street, then Inverurie, then Aberdeen, then Grampian, then Scotland, then Britain, then Europe, then THE WORLD!" "will my toys and books be OK?" "NO - THEY WILL EXPLODE TOO"... "ok, I won't put juice in your beer"... "thanks, disaster avoided".

Oh my! they used...

Oh my! they used HUGTIGHT on them!

We tried a spot of "the twits" on Poppy... and she loved it.. it's amazing to see a kid "hide" from the bad bits of a book... then shreik with joy when it turns out OK... amazing, what's going on in that wee noodle.

quality, quality, quality.

Yoo hoo, daddy....

Yoo hoo, daddy, hellllooooo?

After an evening of Poppy ignoring me (asking nicely to "put you shoes on please" (x5)) ... I state, "OK Pops, If you're ignoring me, I'll ignore you!" So, picture Poppy in the back seat of the car, basket of books by her side, and one by one... they come flying in my direction, bouncing off my shoulder with a "Daddy?... helllooooo?!" (I had a secret chuckle to myself... but confiscated the books and re-stated my reason in ignoring her... to which I got a "Daddy, I am sorry... I love you"... sook).

can you see the...

can you see the the ghostie booooook?!

He he, Poppy and I are hiding under a blanket tonight when mummy comes into the room, the only thing poking out is a floating booooooook!



The excellent "and the train goes..." by William Bee.