Flaming June

Another month gone. Jeez!

Davros Teddy got to grips with his Bumbo seat. ..

…from where he’s been rather entranced with Wimbledon. Good boy.

It’s been a hard life for Husband. And that was before his trip to Brazil.

Salad has been dinner of choice.

Off to catch the bus. Again. Which would be ok if we didn’t have to walk out of town and then pay to get back home.

Hand-jiving – on stage! Eeek! – with the jazz classes. Thank God I was put at the back!

Be careful what you type in when searching ‘Removing nail varnish from leather.’ Thanks for jumping the gun there, Google. Definitely NOT what I was after!

Boo really wasn’t impressed with her new school uniform. And that’s with us still to tackle the issue of having to wear a tie!

Afternoon shadow on the sand.

Well, if it means I don’t have to endure the sodding World Cup myself, then yes. Go!

I lost my glasses. I think Noodles may have had something to do with it after reading some Calvin and Hobbes.

But it was a good excuse to buy some new ones.

Boo’s pics get edited at her No Added Sugar shoot. It’ll be nearly a year til we see the results though!

Her red plimsoles wait for a moment in the spotlight.

Cool diner on site. But the shoot was so well catered we didn’t need any more feeding.

Wise words.

Cutie pie.

Favourite pin this month.

Teddy envies Noddles’ abundant locks, so tries to fashion his own.

Noodles’ temperature on Friday night. Half an hour later he was bouncing around like Tigger again. Thanks, Calpol!

I don’t know where Indy found a goat to sacrifice, but the traffic on Saturday couldn’t have been better.

I’m still not sure how we got everything in my car though. Let alone how we managed it by 9.45am!

Still, the early start was worth it to see these two dance. I conclude that Flavia Cacae is made purely of helium and rubber.

Wimbledon fortnight and Glastonbury weekend. But of course it was going to rain. And, boy, did it rain!

Husband’s luggage finally made it home, complete with cute t-shirt for Noodles…

…and Havaianas flip-flops for me. Sometimes he doesn’t get it wrong. Sometimes. šŸ˜‰


Lessons from the Past


Noodles needs a haircut. Badly. It’s gone from (aspirations towards) cool mini surfer dude to nothing short of unkempt, Cousin Itt in the making. How he doesn’t just walk into things is beyond me.

But I still don’t think I can inflict the whirling dervish of him in Teeny-Sod-has-a-Tantrum mode on even the most professional of professionals. Besides, you know, nits! (If anyone knows how to get the eggs out of hair so very very fine, short of shaving it all off, please let me know. Even the most expensive of combs don’t come close.)

So, Noodles badly needs a haircut. But what he doesn’t need is a BAD haircut. And every time I think of tackling just his fringe I think of this:

My school photo circa 1980.

All I can think is what did my mum DO to me?! Had it seemed like a good idea at the time?!

Can I really responsible for inflicting similar on Noodles? Would he ever forgive me? Is sight actually necessary, never mind preferable to people pointing and laughing?

I feel the money I save on barber bills will have to be invested for future therapist payments.

All I can say, Noodles, is that even in advance I’m really really sorry.