A proud moment

Every mother's heart is warmed when they hear their child spelling out loud for the first time. Littlest chicken confidently announced today "p-o-o. It's a swear word." I had to hide my face rather quickly...

Oh, and Happy Easter! My bold statement about no chocolate this Easter turned out to be complete and utter rubbish. But you already knew that would happen, didn't you? You wise person, you. Never mind, those chocolate eggs are good for illustrating the new life we are celebrating today. And the empty tomb, and the stone that was rolled away... I didn't realise a simple egg could represent so many things!

And on another topic, I'm looking forward to snuggling up with a book as the weather gets cooler... with these babies on! How cool, eh? Thanks to my clever sister-in-law.

Good Friday

Chocolate & Easter

We're not having any chocolate this Easter, but if we were, this would make me choose my chocolate very carefully: Child slavery in West Africa (click on the link).

A good read

I do love a good book. I was showered with them on my birthday (thank you!). I enjoyed reading these two novels: The Secret Life Of Bees, and The Time Travellers Wife.

And I'm getting stuck into these wonderful books: 2 more out of Bethel church from Bill Johnson and Kevin Dedmon, and Geoff Waugh who is a bit more local!

We were at a Bill Johnson conference this last weekend, which was awesome!

And in other news, littlest daughter being taught some ballet steps by oldest daughter:

The never ending cycle of caterpillars

We found some very interesting caterpillars on our lime tree this afternoon. Astonishing looking things, really. Well enjoy the pics, because by the time you read this, they'll be smushed. ;)

I like this last picture, even though the caterpillar is out of focus. There's something I like about those wispy strands of hessian that have wrestled free...

Happy Birthday to me!

Tee hee!

I have to show you some pictures my little chickens drew for my card today. Littlest chicken's is a many legged spider. My boy's picture is of himself yesterday - giving me a fright by coming in the house with blood all over the side of his face. Thankfully Don came home at exactly that moment and could take him down to the hospital to get that blue gooey stuff on the wound (can you tell I don't have any sort of medical degree?).

Don said it reminded him of being a young boy at school, drawing a card to send to a classmate in hospital. The picture he drew, of course, was of the accident she had been in, complete with blood everywhere! It's something inbuilt, isn't it??

I'm growing my patience today...

.. or should I say testing it... by trying to take photos of a moving beetle on my littlest chicken...