Little A turned 2 (sketch still to come….(jumbled brain = jumbled everything else)

The next morning she started nursery (not that I was in a rush…) Of course she had no idea what was going on, she ran in without a care in the world, I ran in the other direction. It felt cruel, but she was ready, she just didn’t know it.


On picking her up, two feelings, the first…well I’ve never felt more appreciated ever, slightly tinged with guilt. The second, on her part, utter relief that I’d returned.

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The next couple of mornings, she’d wised up of course and leaving was not as easy. On picking up she was ecstatic to see ‘tiny tumble’, ‘bunny’ , Oh, and Mummy. The next couple of mornings were a little better. Fifth or Sixth morning, not a whimper. My little Pro.




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O loves dancing, though makes a bit of a secret of it (apart from the videos I post on my personal facebook). She behaves like she is shy, but an occasional bribe, such as the massive sum of 50 pence can usually give her the confidence she needs. Bit worried about what I’ve started..



Meanwhile little A has discovered Frozen.

Specifically several times a day..Let it Go.





Orli loves Michael Jacskon. This started when we played ‘Beat it’ in the car. After a couple of weeks of only playing that song repeatedly, we convinced her to listen to other songs and now she knows pretty much the whole discography from when he was a kid to the last song he released. She also thinks she saw him perform in Thriller Live in the West End.

Whatever the history is with MJ, Orli just innocently loves the music so much, and she can’t help but dance to it.

Recently, unlucky for  Daddy Caspi, Orli asked “Is Michael Jackson Dead?” This wasn’t something we’d broached yet, she said someone at school told her. He replied “Um ahh baaa umm I don’t think so…but if he is its ok because we’ll have his music forever”

Orli said “That makes me sad in my throat” as her eyes welled up.

I love how she doesn’t just say “Im sad” She says what it feels like to be sad. The next time she asked we told her the truth. We don’t want to upset her, somehow tarnish something she loves so much. But we should probably tell our kids the truth the best we can when they asks us questions. So  I told her,

“Yes he died, but O, he was so famous and so far away you would not have been able to be his friend…”

“When I think about it, it makes me so sad…but Mama I saw him in the show.”

“Um, yes yes you did, he died after that”

(I did say the ‘truth the best we can”) eek.





A very delayed post – still in recovery from the Easter holidays.

Easter is over, I can barely even remember it now…the only evidence it happened was the chocolate still left in my fridge (don’t worry, it will get eaten). The 2 week holiday was sprinkled with camp, day trips, wall staring, pleading, and bubbles.

The highlight for Big O was probably the Easter funfair – she dreams of them, asks frequently when shes going to one, and often after being tucked up into bed, I get called upstairs, not to be asked for a drink or a loo trip, but if she can be taken to a funfair.


We also did the obligatory Easter egg hunt. It took a while for O to understand that most hunts these days don’t consist of actual chocolate eggs (unless done yourself) but clues or tokens instead. So our Easter egg hunt consisted mostly of:

“When do I get the chocolate bunny?”

“When we’ve answered all these questions and once we’ve read all the clues’

“Can I get the chocolate now?”

“No, we’ve only just answered the first question.”

“We need to hurry or I won’t win”

“It’s not a race, everyone gets the prize”

“Can we get the prize now?”

“No we have to answer all the questions and have a nice walk”

“But I’m tired”

“Do you want to get the prize?”


“NO. When we’ve answered the questions on the trail. Let’s go.”

Of course it took much longer due to A chasing down every dog she saw along the way, in the wrong direction, and she is fast. Or preventing her from walking straight into a river to catch a duck. Even with that and “my legs are tireeeddd’ on repeat, going for a walk is still my favourite thing to do with the two girls (and Daddy Caspi, not on my own, no way).


(A side note to say thank you to Daddy B for making our little adventures, our country walks easier by being the, well, the donkey. Due to issues with my back I can’t carry Little A in the carrier, he does this. And when the whingeing from Big O about being tired of walking gets too much, his shoulders become her mode of transport.)