Wednesday, April 29, 2009


sometimes on tummy mountain you get the sniffles.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009


One of my favourite things to do is find something that the little ones have lost. Particularly when it is somewhere only they would know where it is, somewhere obscure, and yet I am meant to have more ability to find it than they have. It is like they want you to play hide and seek with whatever it is.

Monday, April 20, 2009


the most wonderful thing about spring is the new little ones

Saturday, April 18, 2009

on the forest path

Nestled amongst the foothills around tummy mountain stands an old forest. Standing amongst these quiet giants, feeling the solitude, you may be forgiven in thinking that you are alone.

Yet one is never really alone on tummy mountain

There is always a little one close by to share it all with you.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

a piece of tummy mountain: chapter 5

The big picture continues. I am starting to paint in more of the details of the little scenes within. The tea party received some extra attention, and so did the little fairy parade.

the big picture

the adventure continues in the cardboard box, and down by the river two little ones are making some careful measurements with a stick.

Yes I would love some tea in my sugar.

learning to fly

Sunday, April 12, 2009

quiet on the mountain

The little ones noticed that Big Rabbit had disappeared.
Very mysterious.
Maybe something is happening that requires a very big rabbit. hmmmmm....

My basket is missing too...

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Stop Press!

Missing explorers found safely up huge tree!

Two small people of indeterminate description were found safely today up a huge tree towards the back of tummy mountain. As far as can be ascertained the young adventurers had set forth to find some penguins before they went missing. They had set out on their expedition about ten minutes previously and had been missing for ten minutes.

A photographer from tribe magazine was on the scene of the dramatic rescue and snapped the photo that is on the front cover. A tall person from tummy mountain rescued the two children by using the recommended technique of yelling "Get down from there!"

The little ones are a little bit shy of their new found notoriety and are reported as being safe and well and having a hot chocolate.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

the problem of choice

The little ones are putting on a play.
I love the theatre.
It seems I have a choice of entertainment.
I can choose between;

"The Kangaroos of Mt. Simfarin" (content unknown - unknown duration) or
"The Tea and the Snail" ( a snail approaches a cup of tea - duration 10 hours) or
"Neigh Neigh and the Field" (in which a pony eats grass in a field for 4 days - duration 4 days)

I really can't decide between "The Tea and the Snail" - which is sure to be tense, thrilling and just overwhelming with the anticipation of the snail actually reaching the tea, and what it will do then, or the sheer mystery ride of "The Kangaroos of Mt. Simfarin."

Much as I would love to I just don't have 4 days to watch "Neigh Neigh and the Field."

Thursday, April 2, 2009

little ones go camping: going home

After a few nights under the stars it is time to go home.
Especially as everything is covered in mud.
Clothes, sleeping bags, apples, toothbrushes...

I have never been somewhere so idyllic away from tummy mountain. The huge sand dunes rolling away into the haze of the distance, the dolphins leaping through the lazy waves, the tidal pools teaming with crabs, starfish, and other tiny marine life, the dappled light of the forest disguising the slow movements of huge reptiles searching for food, the blaze of light from the stars - a white river in the night sky. I would love to return.

The little ones loved the mud. They loved splashing in the mud, holding palm fronds behind them and squawking like bush turkeys, and running through the puddles. They also liked lying in the mud, and making mud pies. Everyone feels rejuvenated in their own way.

We shoulder our packs and head on home.

little ones go camping: mud

Where there is rain there are puddles.
Where there are puddles there is mud.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

little ones go camping: sand and stars

At the end of a long day running around and pretending to be different animals it was time to take the little ones on an adventure. As the sun set we left the forest and roamed up onto the big sand dunes. In the twilight it reminded The Smallest of All of her adventures on the moon. Big round hills of sand, grey in the night, and bathed with the golden glow of a handful of lanterns carried by the little ones.

We gather together on the largest and roundest sand dune (perhaps because it looks a bit like tummy mountain) to gaze at the stars. The Little One tells us she knows all about stars and points out the constellations to us. I was unaware that a particular cluster low in the western sky was "The Happy Pumpkin" and another to its right was "The Giant Egg." Directly above us was "The Socks."

I am unfamiliar with these and must brush up on my astronomy.