If you happen to go down to the GoMA (Gallery of Modern Art) at Southbank, and you happen to get a bit peckish, it is quite nice to go down to the River Cafe and get a little something to eat. And there you will find the tables adorned with the art work of Arlene TextaQueen about near naked brides and pots of Textas for you to colour with.
Tilly immediately went for the huge 5 tier wedding cake to colour in. I filled in the face under one of the veils and Feather just stuffed his face with food.
We took the artwork home to finish off with paints. And might I say, it is not looking very bridal anymore.
My husband works long hours. And he works the entire weekend. Today, Sunday, for example, he left the house at about 8:30am and he is still not home twelve hours later.
Usually I am fine with it. I enjoy being with my children and we have some fun times. But the weekend is tough. Other people are usually off doing family things with their own families. Scheduled activities aren't usually scheduled for Sundays and here in a city where I am a stranger, there are no family lunches to lump up to.
So I've got to make Sundays easy on myself. And that means being a fun Mum, so that the children are happy all day, so I don't feel miserable. Today I decided it would be pancakes for lunch. Because that is fun. And yummy. And always a winner.
There were also some rather sad looking bananas in the fruit bowl, so I incorporated them into the fun.
So I made a thick American style pancake batter, and just as the surface was bubbling to tell me to turn them over, I placed a thin layer of banana slices (oh yeah, and some mango) on to the batter and then sprinkled with brown sugar.
A lovely caramel crust ensues and they are some damn fine pancakes.
The kids think so too. Especially because theirs came with ice cream.
I was shelling these broad (fava) beans to put in the felafel I was making for dinner when Tilly piped up that she wanted to help me. My first answer was no, she wouldn't be able. Then, rethinking it, I said she could help shell the outer pods, but that I would have to do the inner tough skins as it would be too tricky for her.
Well, that wasn't good enough for Tilly, she insisted on doing it all. And, of course, she was perfectly fine at it. So we spent an enjoyable ten minutes preparing the beans together.
And my big lesson of the day? Apart from realising that Tilly is more capable than I give her credit for?
There is no point going to the trouble of making it for them anymore. It's just not going to happen. I've tried enough times now. It's time to let it go.
Even though tonight's incarnation was delightful with fried eggplant and tabbouleh wrapped up in pita. Oh yum!
A tea towel will do a fine job of cleaning the floor, or wall, tables and chairs.
And if he gets access to a dish cloth AND water he is in 7th heaven.
He hasn't learnt how to squeeze it out however, and great pools of water are left over the floor.
But how can I complain when he is so keen to get to work.
The other day I watched as he went and found some clothes (clean unfortunately), collected them in the laundry basket and went and loaded the washing machine (well, actually it was the dryer, but he thought it was the washing machine). All this with not prompting what so ever. I think I'll keep him, if only for the help he will be around the house when he gets a bit more competent.