Sweet nothings

POTD today...

thats my girl...

Daisy is in the gold book this week at school, a 'well done' book if you like. You can get in the gold book for things like good handwriting, excellent maths, being kind and helpful or...

three pheasants, one pig

one of these things is not like the others...

 

This picture prompted the question from Daisy - how many wives can a pheasant have? 

And you know, I have no idea. 

 

magnificent Seven

My littlest person is seven!!! 7! And this is - finally ;) - her birthday timeline video :)

 

http://youtu.be/hS2qmyCM9Zw

Fingers crossed then ;)...

Daisy-isms

We are off out one evening to see someone who lives in a more rural part of Hampshire... its quite an important meeting and Daisy has been warned to be on her best behaviour. She comes up to me dressed smartly, with added hair bow and handbag, lipgloss and bracelet, and says 'Do I look countrified enough for them do you think?'

I have lost my voice. Its driving me nuts, but anyway, after attempting to tell the girls something twice and merely squeaking at them, Daisy wrinkled her nose at me and said 'Can I get you a glass of water?' I said no thank you, and she said "Are you sure? Your voice is really quite croaky and annoying...'

Today was Mad scientist day at her school. {hence photo outfit} She described several experiments in great length. You know, she said, It was like this all day. Like science but fun...

Upon being told to eat her dinner up, not her dinner of choice shall we say, I am pretty strict about eating what is served and how you cant have your favourite thing every time.
Okay but if I eat it now can you promise to never ever give me it again? Its disgusting.

I love you Mummy, Youre the best Mummy I have. 
Daisy I'm the only Mummy you have....
I know, thats why you are the best!

Daisy. Every house should have one.

 

 

Cheeky is as cheeky does...

feeling your age?

Daisy-isms. I must get to writing them down more. This girl is ... well, very writedownable. ;)

This morning Daisy asked me...

"what time were you born?'

to which I said I think it was about 9am in the morning.

"No," she said, " Not time like that. Time like Victorian, Edwardian, Elizabethan..."

 

Definitely feeling my age now then. Thanks Daisy.