in the deep end

The darkness was impenetrable. I felt lost and confused. And I was cold, quite cold. Then a light shone in the darkness and I could hear a faint wee voice singing "deedle deedle dee' - a song that brings joy to the heart. A denizen of the deep slowly meandered by leaving mirth and merriment behind in his wake.

sniffles

not much to write as we have the sniffles.

squelch squelch squerch

we have been squeezing the mud through our toes.
wee tiny is making mud cakes. Delicious!
one of the very small was on a slippery slide and was a bit scared.
and that made the front page of Etsy.
there were lots of things in a very beautiful treasury by knots.
We did not know because we were feeling the sun dry the mud on our skin.

swamp noises

wee little and the small one are down at the pond at the moment. I can hear their cheery voices making frog noises, and I can see the flicker of movement as they jump in the air.

tragedy on tummy mountain

The sun has gone behind the clouds and the evening shadow of tummy mountain covers our little place. It is now time to do origami because we like to fold paper up. Some of the little ones are better at scrunching up paper. Some of the little ones are not devotees of origami in the strictest sense of the word. Tragedy occurs. The smallest of the small has cut her finger on the scissors.

the little ones see a bird

today the little ones saw a tawny frogmouth. It was pretending to be a stump. It does this very well, but it looks a little too fat and fluffy to be a real stump.

today we flew by fish

scribbles

sometimes the little ones get an urge to write.
usually with crayon on the walls.
maybe blogging will mean less cleaning.