A bout of illness and some butterflies 

Our week went off the rails slightly with Zoey spiking a fever and chills on Tuesday afternoon, her vommiting over Mr Dinosaur was thankfully a red herring as the fever dropped it morphed into a snotty cold. 

A three year old with a snotty cold is this: 



During Zoey’s periods of recharging under her blanket Nomi was bouncing about like a pinball. Trying to fill the space of two, and then calming to play next to her sleeping sister. Though don’t think she played quietly all the time, this afternoon as Zoey napped on me Nomi was bouncing up and on the sofa. Bless. 

In between the naps, the movies and audiobooks we drew butterflies. Nomi and Zoey both asked to draw butterflies so their could glitter them. They wanted me to draw them for them but that’s a no, instead I suggested we draw together and we grabbed The Hungry Caterpillar to look at the butterfly. We talked about the shapes as I drew and they copied then we SPARKLED. 



Hopefully less snot tomorrow. 


Post-cold fun

Zoey woke at 5:30am to announce that “the snot is gone”. Hurrah! After two days of her nose being a river of snot (too much snot between my nose and hers) she was on the up swing of this cold and so was I. Hurrah!

Neither of us are up to speed but so much better, and Nomi was happy to have her playmate back.





I thought an art exploration of printing with different materials might be fun, and whilst it was it didn’t take long for N and Z to decide that painting the materials was more fun especially when they declared them engine parts.




Then they started building sculptures (their word) of trains. We are fully into trains (and vehicles) at the moment. Everything can be likened to a train, track or episode of Thomas. It’s all rather glorious. I love that they took their art off in their own direction. They got a lot of fun out of being in the steam works and painting their engines.

We had a good day. We all got a little frayed by dinner time, or rather cooking dinner time but before then they let me put bunches in their hair for a fraction of a second. It’s too much isn’t it.


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