Thursday, 17 December 2009

like pieces of a puzzle


Consequences. A game of little consequence but fun all the same. Grace & I have taken to playing this the last couple of Wednesday's when we go for our weekly trip to Costa. We don't exactly play by the rules, and I think this makes for a better game.

How we play: One of us starts the story, then folds over what they have written. Then the next person writes something. We only share necessary information, then back and forth we go until the story is written.

Our story this week: Moochoo's Friend.

And this is how it went:

It was a cold, blustery Winter day when Moochoo the Mouse realised he needed a friend.

Moochoo then remembered about the mittens that Gran knitted him.

QHile sitting by his fire, which was a mouse-sized-matchstick-fire, Moochoo thought about what he should do. He decided he should leave his house at once and go on a search for the thing missing in his life.

He searched and searched and found nothing but a button and some fluff.

Having walked for almost a whole afternoon, whcih, for a mouse, was like awhole year, Moochoo sat on a berry and thought. He had not found what he was looking for and he decided maybe he should look somewhere else. Just then, he saw a tree branch waving at him. 'He looks friendly', thought Moochoo. Maybe he can help.

So Moochoo found it, at last. The End.

Like pieces of a puzzle that somehow fit together, a story created by two minds makes just a little bit of sense using a lot of imagination. I like this game.

Wednesday, 16 December 2009

Children's quotes of the week


There are many moments when children come out with beautifully heartfelt comments which you want to treasure. This week has been one particularly full of those words from the depths of their little hearts.

Yesterday morning, one blonde haired blue-eyed little girl said to me,

'Miss Barnes is it my turn to do cooking today?'

'Not today, but you will definitely be doing cooking either tomorrow or the next day.'

'Yes, I will, because I can feel it in my heart.'

Another child was writing a Christmas card to his Mummy. Having written in his own writing, he told my colleague:

'It says, 'I love you Mummy. I love you so much that my heart might break.''

It's when I hear comments like these that I am so glad that I work with children. There are not many other workplaces where you'd hear such brilliance spoken.
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Friday, 11 December 2009

Light Up


Last night, having finished my babysitting stint earlier than expected, I relished the opportunity to walk home as my chauffeur {aka John} was not quite available to pick me up.

It was a wonderfully crisp evening and lights were a-glow at every turn. What made the journey even more brilliant was my walk through the churchyard. I could see the lights were on from a distance and wondered at the possibilities of who might be meeting there. As I drew closer the chorus of many dulcet tones greeted me with a familiar song. I couldn't quite put my finger on which song it was, so I paused in the pitch black church yard to listen. I stood there for a few moments surrounded only by the dark and the sounds of harmony, totally inconspicuous, delighting in the moment I was in.

The choir was singing Run by Snow Patrol. I walked the rest of my journey home with the lyrics, 'light up, light up, as if you have a choice, even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you dear' ringing sweetly in my ears, the perfect accompaniment to the glowing Christmas lights. Oh how I love Christmas.
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Monday, 7 December 2009

Christmas Craft



I've had this beautiful handmade-glitter-adorned Christmassy paper lying on my floor for the past week so it was finally time to do something productive with it. I made my first Christmas cards of 2009.

Simple stitched stars.

It's surprisingly fun to twist and turn card&stars under the needle of a sewing machine. Straight lines, wiggly lines, any kind of lines you like. And the bonus? I get to be covered in glitter. I think this is going to be my new look for the next two weeks. The floor at nursery is well & truly looking like a tonne of glitter has been poured over it. Actually, that's not too far from the truth, and I have no shame in admitting that I have been joyfully contributing to the glitter-beauty everywhere.
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Friday, 4 December 2009

Seventy.



Here she is. 1.3kg of chocolate & a whole lot of musclepower later. Numero 70 in chocolate. Enough to feed a small army of large men, required to feed 8 mouths.

There's a whole lot of spare cake which I plan on distributing round to various people, first stop: my colleagues. Second: John. I wouldn't want you to think that my colleagues are more of a priority (absolutely not) but John has special cake requirements. He needs his portion of the off-cuts to be crafted into a replica of his face. Yep, you heard me right. I don't think there'll be any photos of that.
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Wednesday, 2 December 2009

Bake me a cake



A few months ago, a wonderful friend who likes to think of herself as my marketing agent, got me some cake business. My very first cake business.

A colleague needed a 70th birthday cake which not only looked good but tasted good too. My very wonderful friend mentioned to this lady that she just so happened to know someone who baked fabulous cakes that met her criteria of looking good and tasting amazing. (I feel I can say these things about my cakes because I am simply quoting someone else, not blowing my own trumpet.) I was delighted to hear about this possibility of being paid to bake. How brilliant!

So, I set about e-mailing back and forth with the lady-in-search-of-a-yummy-chocolate-cake, and baked her a couple of samples. To my delight, she was delighted by the cakes. What fun I had making up little name labels for my cakes.

Yesterday, the baking began. After some good old maths caluclations to work out surface areas of my tins and quantities of ingredients, I set about filling two big mixing bowls with huge quantities of chocolatey goodness. This was greatly intriguing to my articulate 2 year old housemate, who asked me with a puzzled look on her face why I had so many eggs and why did I have so much chocolate?

I was greatly relieved when I took the cakes out of the oven and they had baked beautifully - albeit a bit large - but I see that as a very good problem to have.

My challenge today: Crafting a figure 70 out of my humungous chocolate rectangle & circles. Here we go...