Not-so-Dirty Weekend in Brighton

Down in Brighton for the weekend, flat-sitting for my brother, and cheering on Daddy who was running in the Brighton Half Marathon.

We had lots of seaside fun, including of course fish and chips and ice cream. George enjoyed himself on the pier, making a start on his gambling career with Grandad and bankrupting all of us with a selection of rides.

We all did lots of walking (and Daddy did lots of running too) and George enjoyed sleeping in his special travel cot tent. Although now that he can manage zips by himself it was tricky getting him to stay in there, even with the added handicap of a sleeping bag - he was doing a great "Swee'pea" impression crawling down the hallway with his nightwear dragging behind him.

An Arty Day

Today we had no groups to go to because it is half term, so we took the opportunity to explore George's box of arty stuff. I learnt my lesson about glitter last time - it is now pretty much permanently ingrained in our wood floor - so that was banned, but I decided to brave finger painting this time. Using very thick paint it was surprisingly painless. And I think we did particularly well with the sponges too.

Bad Habits

Today Daddy and George took a trip into town - they didn't stay out long because it was so freezing cold (and because the people running the London Eye don't make it at all easy to go on it with a toddler in tow).

But when I downloaded the photos from the camera I found clear evidence that Daddy has been teaching George bad habits. (And check out that terrible hat hair)

Word Explosion

Over the past week or so, George's vocabulary has expanded massively, with two or three new words every day - some of which are then not heard again for a couple of days. And today he joined two words together for the first time: "Daddy Run". I guess it is something that Daddy does fairly frequently at the moment because he is in training for the London Marathon!

Blogtastic Week!

I think this must beat our personal record for the most posts in one week, but the snow has provided so many irresistible photo opps!

Today George had lots of fun in my friend Sarah's garden with her dog, Bella.















And then Sarah's 6-year-old daughter Ruby had lots of fun playing "dress up" with George!

A Day of Two Halves

Disappointment this morning as nursery was closed when we arrived there - meaning that Mummy's long overdue efforts in fixing her bicycle were rather wasted as she couldn't go to work on it. But it did at least provide George with some entertainment first thing - a new track for his trains.

To compensate for being stuck inside we did some baking - Mummy weighed the flour, sugar and butter, George broke the eggs, and the mixer did the hard work. We got them into the oven just before nursery called to say they were opening for a few hours this afternoon, so the fun of decorating the cakes had to wait until George got home this evening. And that left us with just enough time to eat one before bed!

A Snowy Day ... In London Town

Today we woke up to about 6 inches of snow, which is quite unheard of in these parts. Consequently the whole city pretty much ground to a halt, but George and I were determined not to let the weather spoil our plans for the day.

So this morning we put on lots of layers of fleeciness and waterproofness, and set off through the snow to Conker Club. The journey normally takes about 20 minutes with me pushing George in the pushchair, but as we don't have an "all-terrain buggy" today George had to walk - and it took 45 minutes. He was very good, managing to walk most of the way there despite it being partly uphill. On the way back he was less keen on the walking and rather more a fan of being carried - and since the return journey is also partly uphill, by the time we got home we were both exhausted.

This afternoon we had a birthday party to go to, and neither of us had the energy to repeat the walking/carrying experience, so instead we struggled with the pushchair, mostly walking in the road where cars had flattened the snow somewhat.

I think we will both sleep well tonight!

NB: George's hands look slightly odd because we could only find one of his mittens this morning, so he is wearing a pair of my gloves - and we weren't responsible for building the snowman, just admiring it!