Three Men and a Baby

This photo was taken almost 8 years ago.
The Mr is proudly showing off our first born to two of his best friends.
I stood watching, marveling at how our lives had so completely changed, and how alien this baby was to our friends who hadn't yet had any children of their own. We were the first, the guinea pigs.

I had a moments fantasy where I legged it out the door and left them to it (only for an hour and only upstairs for a nap) not quite as extreme as in Three Men and a Baby, but close enough. I knew they would manage better than the men did in the film, in fact probably better than I was doing in my exhausted novice state.

But I sit here now, 8 years later, with an idea for a new film, Three Kids and a Dog. I wonder how they would manage if I were to pop upstairs for a hour?

Joining in with The Gallery at Sticky Fingers and the prompt of Movies.

365 Project Week 34

As the title in a book I'm reading says, "Love your dreams".
If you don't love them, they can never come to life, because you have to breathe life into them.

I've been dreaming a bit. Dreaming of getting back to being me - the me who had energy, had the patience to play, stood in awe of rainbows, stretched her wings, smiled into the sun, took a risk at the hairdressers and drank tea while it was still hot.

I think my dream may come true, if I wish it hard enough, and will it into life.


Joining in with The Boy and Me.

If you would like to see any of this weeks photos in more detail, head over to my 365project.

Silent Sunday

Saturday is Caption Day

While my house often looks like a crime scene, rarely are the clues so colourfully evident.
Does this photo need a caption or a crime scene investigator?
I'll let you decide.

I do worry (a bit) where they get their inspiration. 

Pop your caption in a comment and feel free to meander through the mysterious and often hilarious world of captions courtesy of My First Photo Blog (aka Mammasaurus).

Growing Up into Flower Girl

Today was the Princess' last day at nursery. In precisely 13 days time she starts school.
She is ready.
I am ready.

But is the school ready, ready for Flower Girl?!?

For fun, the nursery had a Super Hero Day. 'Come dressed as your favourite Superhero' the invitation said. However, the Princess couldn't think what superhero she wanted to be. (Actually she wasn't entirely sure what a superhero was, but lets gloss over that bit.)  We fired a few suggestions off but nothing seemed quite right, until we struck upon the idea of a made up superhero, and Flower Girl was born.

From concept...

through cut up sheets and dresses, and rather dodgy face painting by me, Flower Girl was born (or should that be bloomed?)

Special powers not specified, but she can zoom...

and can take out a baddie with one BLAH face.

In 2 weeks she will have a different uniform on and I know she will be as happy and confident then as she was today walking to preschool with her knickers on show.

Sky

I've been watching planes fly over head, leaving vapour trails in their wake, and fantasising about where they are going or where they have been.

In another lifetime I would fly quite frequently, every couple of months, and loved the excitement and thrill of soaring through the sky. I would look out the window and admire the tops of the clouds, their magical landscape. Occasionally I would catch a glimpse of the land or sea beneath, putting into perpsective the fragility of a lump of metal thousands of feet above, and the minutia of people compared to the earths mass. We are but a speck.

Looking up at the planes, they themselves disappear into nothing more than a speck.

I wonder where they are going. And will I get a postcard.

Joining in with The Gallery at Sticky Fingers and the prompt of Sky.

Water

When it is hot, and everything is more of an effort than you have energy for, and it suddenly gets dark and rains, big fat raindrops, bouncing on the table and paving stones, and them stops just as suddenly, the sky returning to blue, that is my kind of rain.

We had a couple of showers like that this week. One I watched from underneath a tree with my children, waiting for it to ease up a little so our ice creams wouldn't wash away. Another I watched from my kitchen window, anticipating its arrival and then refreshed as the rain fell.

When it was over, I went outside and took this photo of the table in the garden.

The little pools of water are like continents of the world, but easily transformed by a fingertip, dragging across it's map. The sun shines again, glistening in the puddles marking summer once more.

I am joining in with a new linky on the block over at Cakes Photos Life called Monday Mobile. Just link up a photo you have taken on your mobile in the last week. Easy.