Hazel is reading Robin Hood to Iris, they are both in the high cupboard.

Triage: On Wed night Hazel's ear of pain and I went to A&E but when the 2nd ambulance came in we went home.

"She's not crazy, she's weird!"

Tonight we must draw faces around our tummybuttons and put on a show for Sean. Won't he be suprised!

Hazel's first publication: Playcentre Journal No. 132 p32. Yahoo!

Iris tells me my very red nose is a sign of great things, and her cute little nose is too.

"What are little girls made of, made of, made of? Cake and candles and bright burning fire, and even little drops of water."

Luthier has my violin and has lent me a stranger for about a month.

Wow! 6.25 and I'm not only up but also filling the fish-washer!

Feeling pretty normal these last few days!

A perfect day! Well nigh at any rate.

Yay! I read to the kids rather than putting on dvds and going to bed this afternoon. In bed now at 6.45 though.

We're waiting in the dog groomers' for the aa to say it's time to come and meet them and their petrol. I'm so tired.

Ridiculously, I suspect I'm more tired than Sean, who went swimming and is playing 2 games of Ultimate.

"Mummy, can I have some true cheese, that's why I am a mouse!"

Iris uses 'true' to mean 'real, not pretend or fictional this time', and often says 'that's why' instead of 'because'.

Iris enclosing self-cupboard, pool, layers of clothes-and balloon-mouth, fist, bag. Transforming dirty places and dry ones.

Yesterday Squeaky the Mouse went to Playcentre, buried dinosaur seeds and had a Yum Char. Transforming and enveloping.

In Influenza we have different standards: tired is when you eat dinosaur sweeties because the Energy chocolate is too hard.

As Iris drops off to sleep "Did our ancestors ancestors long tails slowly shorten up until they had no tails and were us?"

"Iris, come into the playroom, I'm putting this on." "Yes, yes, yes, yahoodles!" Domestic interior with happy children.

Hazel's pen just told Iris's that Shannon had her hair in a french plait today.