I think it was in The Creative Family that I read about 'crafting quickly'. If I had it my way, I'd do nothing very quickly. Although I'm a keen multi-tasker I like to take time to do anything. But parenting has made me quick to realise that if you spend too long in procrastination and then some more in preparation you will never get anything done. With that in mind, I introduce to you to our first Hallowe'en decoration, Mr Bones...
He is small fry by comparison to our decorative neighbours. Most houses near us have spiders the size of doors climbing up the exterior walls and have polyester cobwebs that appear to seal the entrance to their homes. There are Frankensteins and severed limbs, black cats with wild green eyes and pumpkins inflated on the rooves. As I write this I realise I should take some photographic evidence of this stuff - next year. Oli, who I believed was scared of nothing has taken it upon himself to be terrified of Mr Bones, though he saw that he was made (in less than half an hour) with that All Blacks T shirt (sorry, Sally Anne, you knew Dom would never wear it!) and how we stuffed him with old socks and stuck a pole in him so he'd sit up straight. But perhaps that's simply scary in itself - to make a little body, larger than Oli's - out of relatively nothing and stick a pole up his bottom to make him behave.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
One dimple. Two brothers. Three bottles. Four teeth. Five nonsense nicknames. Six in the morning. Seven miles an hour. Eight feet up the stairs. Nine odd socks. Ten decibels. Can you tell we have a child in Kindergarten? Happy birthday Jack!