Mouse Pie

Last Monday Iris and me made chicken mouse pie for dinner.

Iris helped to roll out the pastry, she liked rolling pastry.



She helped to brush it with milk, she liked brushing it with milk.


Iris even liked to eat raw pastry, yuk, i have no idea if that is bad for you.
She likes eating raw pasta as well, (i know somebody else who likes eating raw pasta, and so do all her children, and they are all still alive so that can't be that bad for you, mentioning no names, Ms Childs.)

Mouse Pie (would have looked much nicer if i'd taken a photo of it when it came out of the oven)


It's pie day today as well (leftover meat from our roast) but what pie shall it be today Rabbit, Cat or even Jackdaw, there are plenty of those pesky birds in our garden.

An acrostic poem - Dragons

Daisy's homework this week was to write an acrostic poem for the word DRAGONS.
She made this up herself with only a little help from me with spelling.

D arting through the night
R umbling in his tummy
A ngry dragon
G olden egg stolen
O ver the hills he flies
N ever sleeping
S earching

I've discovered that these are quite fun to do.
In fact I've discovered that most of Daisy's homework is fun to do at my age.

Poorly Daisy

I wouldn't be a true mum or a true blogger if i didn't sneakily take a pic of Daisy being all poorly and then sneakily post it up here.

I say sneakily because it really isn't going to be long before she's on here herself posting pics of me looking horrid.

This was taken during the CBeebies marathon, where the magical medicinal effects of children's television were being administered.

A jumping montage

Here is a montage of jumping girls, they love jumping, i do sometimes think we should get a trampoline, if only they weren't hideous.


here are the individual shots.

Moustache

Daddy got a pack of moustache's for his birthday back in Nov from the girls.
Obviously i only bought them for photo opportunities.

Here are those photo opportunities.

As you might be able to tell, Daisy is not as enamored as she used to be with being photographed, however as a plus, Iris is now quite up for it.
I knew there was a reason to have two children.
What will i do when Iris gets bored?
Get a dog.

Daisy choose a grey moustache to be like Grandad Tony, and although that is rather touching, Grey doesn't really suit her colouring, therefore i will persuade her with sweets to pose again for me, with a black moustache.

Teddy comes too

I forgot about this photograph, i went out for a snowy walk with Marc in December and we came across this dog who according to his owner had insisted on bringing teddy along too.

Jumping girls

The girls were willing to pose for me, for about five minutes yesterday, then they ran back upstairs to listen to stories on the ipod, which is plugged into speakers.

More photos to appear very shortly which are far more amusing than this one.