Gah
I hate that childcare. Bottom-poo! What does one do to get out of it? Cried yesterday before going. Today was a lovely non-childcare day. Played hard, accomplished ooodles: - discovered a basket full of balls (where are my fluffy toys?). Got the balls to the loungeroom. Put all the balls to bed with pillows and blankies. Needed mummy to get the blankie over the biggest ball. - Got Garfield to say his prayers, read him a story and got him to sleep. Got him up, exercised together. - made scrambled egg for self, ate it with a bit of bread chippie. - watched Jungle Book - and playschool - made ice-cream out of soy yogurt and cocoa - scraped out all the bowls (too deep for licking) - went outside, built a farm in the sandbox. - got Mummy to make a barn and a farmhouse for the sandbox. Also some trees and fruit bushes. - got a box, made it a boat and loaded supplies for a month on a deserted islant. Mummy took back the huge bag of apples that we picked up on the farm. I gave in: they were rather heavy to drag. - sailed for a long time to an island, being Jeff, while Mummy picked almonds - painted with chalk And then had lunch and went for a nap. All this in a morning. Productive, aren't I? Catherine the farmer
- posted by Izabela @ 3/23/2006 08:08:00 PM