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Preoccupations of the 6-year-old female mind

This is a photo taken earlier today of Hannah and Lauren’s easels in our dining room:

Preoccupations of the 6-year-old female mind

(You can see a bigger version here.)

The girls doodle on their easels after most meals but as you can see the central theme doesn’t vary much.

I wonder if anyone can answer the following questions:

(a) Which is Hannah’s easel and which is Lauren’s?
(b) Where are the three pictures of me? (Warning: this one’s tricky.)
(c) How many weddings are depicted?
(d) How many women can you count with long hair?
(e) How many high-heeled shoes?

I only know the answers to a, b and c. I’ll take your word on d and e. :-)
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Double Lick

We found ourselves at the back of a very long queue at the ice cream kiosk today, so the girls started running a relay to the front to report back on the flavours available. The full list they assembled was as follows:

  • Vanilla
  • Dutch Chocolate
  • Real Strawberry
  • Mint Choc Chip
  • Raspberry Ripple
  • Double-Lick Vanilla

This caused no small amount of excitement in our section of the queue. What scrumptious Wonka-like invention was this “double-lick vanilla”? Was double-lick technology also available on other flavours? We began to scrutinise passing ice creams for a clue as to what double-licking might entail.

Sadly, when we reached the front we realised that what was actually on offer was diabetic vanilla. After that our ice creams tasted strangely disappointing.

How do you solve a problem like Hannah?

Hannah and Lauren have always liked singing and dancing, and Hannah in particular always has a tune in her head and a wiggle in her step. It has been noted that she will sing whilst brushing her teeth and usually eats with at least one foot on the floor so she can tap out a rhythm.

The other night they were late to bed and I was having to use Strict Dad Mode to achieve the desired result. I gave Hannah a kiss and a cuddle then told her to go straight to sleep. She nodded and snuggled down. But as soon as I turned round to Lauren’s bed a muffled singing noise struck up behind me.

I spun back round to see Hannah with both hands clamped over her mouth. “I’m sorry Daddy!” she pleaded. “I’m trying to stop singing but I just can’t!”

Anyone who’s seen The Sound of Music will realise you’d have to be a Mother Superior with a heart of stone to try and separate a girl from her singing, so I dropped the Strict Dad act and left her to it. Ten minutes later they were both fast asleep.

Sliding

I know, I know, the blog goes dead for ages and then you get three in one day. Still, I just wanted to share this lovely photo from today, taken during a brief break from the serious business of learning to ride bikes.

Hannah and Lauren on the slide

Silvery and friends

SilveryFamily and friends will already be aware of Silvery, the frog who has taken up residence in our greenhouse. That’s a picture of Silvery on the right, taken by Nicola.

I don’t know what’s so special about our greenhouse all of a sudden but Silvery has recently been joined by two more frogs, not to mention four newts who all now live under one of the growbags. Hannah and Lauren took on the job of naming this amphibious army and were not daunted by the task. So, we now have:

Frogs: Silvery, Goldy and Rainbow

Newts: Emma, Gemma, Ella and Cinderella

A pocket full of wishes

A pocket full of wishesThis is a picture of Woofy, Hannah’s favourite toy. He and Hannah are absolutely inseperable, and at any time of the night you’ll usually find them wrapped round each other, fast asleep.

As you can see, Woofy was born with a funny ear that sort of folds inwards, and no amount of fiddling with it can make it go the right way round: it always manages to tuck itself back in again.

Recently Hannah told us that in order to get a good night’s sleep you need a healthy supply of “wishes”. If you run out of wishes, that’s when you start having bad dreams. “And that’s why I love Woofy,” she said. “Because he keeps lots of wishes in his ear pocket.”

I honestly wish I could say I make this stuff up using the power of my imagination, but I don’t. You just can’t beat the real thing.

Another word for dimples

The other day I showed Hannah and Lauren the beautiful dimples they both have right at the bottom of their backs, one each side of the spine. They had great fun tickling each other’s dimples until, as usual, it all spiralled out of control and the police had to be called.

This morning Hannah appeared in our bed in her heatwave-friendly birthday suit and stretched out on her tummy. Her hand went wandering over her back until she found her dimples but at this point she suffered a sudden vocabulary malfunction.

“Mummy,” she said, “did Daddy tell you we’ve got bottom nostrils?”

List for the trip

Hannah and Lauren went on a school trip last week (a day out at Lyme Park). Here is the list of things to take that Hannah brought home from school. (Click it for a bigger version.)

List for the tripList for the trip

  1. Lunch
  2. bag
  3. thining caps (thinking caps)
  4. listening ears
  5. good manners
  6. treyners (trainers)
  7. coat (i.e. rain mac - it was baking hot)
  8. Bottle (i.e. of water)
  9. hat (it means sun-hat, although one of the girls tried to take a woolly bobble hat)
  10. Biran (brain)
  11. sunglasses
  12. books
  13. suncrim (sun cream)

Happy World Twin Day!

It’s today, apparently, although I can’t find much on the web about it. Not that that will stop us getting a cake to celebrate tonight, though. If anyone’s marking World Twin Day I think we should. (Simon: your slice will be in the post.) ;-)

Of rats and boobies

I’ve overheard two superb bits of chit-chat from the girls today. The first was this morning as they were in the bathroom supposed to be getting washed. I have no idea what the context was and I don’t want to know. Context would only spoil it. All Nicola and I heard was a small voice pondering, “What if a baby calls the rat Alan?”

The second was in the car on our way home from school via the park. It’s a lovely hot day and Hannah and Lauren had been running rings round me playing tag. From the back seat, Hannah’s voice piped up: “When I’m hot, this booby hurts… but when I’m cold, this booby hurts.” They both cackled about it for ages, and Hannah now refers to the left and right sides of her chest as “hot booby” and “cold booby” respectively.

Today, obviously, it’s hot booby that’s causing her the most discomfort.

Orange cards (and other World Cup FAQs)

I’ve just sat through a pretty uninspiring first half between Poland and Ecuador with Hannah and Lauren - the girls’ first exposure to international football. I would liken the experience to trying to pay attention to the first 45 minutes of a corporate fraud trial with a bag of angry wasps in your pocket. I managed to miss Ecuador’s only goal because Hannah decided at that precise moment that she needed to take my photograph.

To be fair, though, they were pretty attentive and most of the distractions came from football-related questions. Here are just a few that I was called upon to resolve using my expert football knowledge.

Q: Why are lots of the football players little children?
A: It’s only the grown-ups that are footballers. The little boys just come on at the start to sing for a bit then they go off again.

Q: Why is that man holding his heart? Is he poorly?
A: No, he’s singing his national anthem so it’s a bit like he’s saluting.

Q: Why is that goalkeeper running around and playing football and not staying in the goal?
A: That isn’t the goalkeeper, he’s called the referee.

Q: What’s a referee?
A: He’s like the teacher. He makes sure that everybody’s playing nicely.

Q: Is England the ones in white or the ones in yellow and blue and red?
A: Neither, England play tomorrow. This is Poland in white and Ecuador in yellow.

Q: Are Brazil playing?
A: No, just Poland and Ecuador.

Q: What was the goalkeeper holding up then?
A: He’s the referee, sweetheart. It was a yellow card, which means somebody’s been naughty, like tripping someone up. If you get two yellow cards then you have to go off. Or if you’re really really really naughty he shows you the red card and you’ve got to go off straight away.

Q: Do we want Poland to win or the other ones?
A: We don’t mind really. But hey, who will we want to win tomorrow??
Q: Brazil?
A: No, England! [slightly peevishly - we must have been through this a million times now]

Q [about 10 minutes later]: Is there an orange card?
A: No, just red and yellow.
Q: So what happens if someone’s really really naughty?
A: They get the red card and they have to go off.
Q: I thought the red card was for really really really naughty?
A [after long thoughtful pause]: There’s just red and yellow, Hannah.

Q: Why does the goalkeeper wear those big gloves?
A: Because he’s the only one who’s allowed to touch the ball with his hands. [This rash assertion was successfully challenged during a subsequent throw-in.]
Q: So the rest can’t touch it with their hands?
A: No, otherwise they’ll get a yellow card. [Is it yellow or red? I'm past caring.]
Q: What if they touch it with their legs?
A: That’s fine, legs are OK. And heads, and chests. In fact they can touch it with any part of their body except their arms and hands.
Q: Any part?
A: Except their arms and hands.
[There is sniggering]
Q: Even their widgies?
A: No, I think that might hurt. Just watch.

Q: Daddy, what’s the off-side rule?
A: Oh look, girls, bed time!

OK, I made up the last one but I swear the rest are genuine. 2 matches down, only 62 to go…

Simple pleasures

Hannah and Lauren are in the grip of a new craze, especially useful for instant conflict resolution: the game of stone, paper, scissors. In this action shot, Hannah’s stone has just blunted Lauren’s scissors:

Stone and scissors

Lauren’s dead easy to beat because she always starts with scissors. On the other hand, Hannah hasn’t cottoned on to this yet so it still ends up being a pretty fair contest. This weekend they must have played at least a million rounds and they show no sign of tiring of it yet.

Health and safety

The girls were practising putting their faces under the water in the bath tonight. This conversation followed a few minutes later.

Hannah: I don’t want to put my head under the water now Daddy.

Me: No, that’s fine. There’s shampoo in the water now and that’ll hurt your eyes.

Hannah: Yeah, and if you put your eyes in shampoo you go blind!

Me: No you don’t, it’ll just sting. You won’t go blind.

Hannah: Yeah! But! If you put your eyes in THORNS you DEFINITELY go blind!

Me: Yes, thorns would probably do the trick.

Lauren: Yeah, because that’s what happens to the prince in Rapunzel, isn’t it Hannah?

Hannah: Yeah.

Thankfully there were no thorns in the bath on this occasion and the girls made it out with their sight intact. But it just goes to show that sound home safety advice can be found in the unlikeliest places.

Tricks

I got a text message last night from my brother Simon (pictured above). Simon is dad to 9-year-old Beti who has been mentioned elsewhere on this blog.

Beti just suggested I phone you, put on a silly voice and say “Hello, I’m phoning about that mustard you ordered.” She’s been giggling ever since.

It sounds like the makings of a classic practical joke to me! But it also has me thinking, rather dauntedly, about the future combined forces of Hannah and Lauren at that age. The signs are not good. Their 5-year-old arsenal of trickery already includes:

  • Ultra-realistic pretending to be asleep in the car, then yelling suddenly when you go to pick them up. I swear, if De Niro was to spend a year immersing himself into the role of Guy Asleep In Car he could not hope to achieve the kind of authenticity we see (and fall for) on a regular basis.
  • “There’s a bee on your nose!” (Taken from the book I Can Trick A Tiger)
  • Assembling a small-girl-shaped pile of toys in their beds then creeping up behind you when you go in to tuck them in.
  • Opposite Land: an advanced version of the traditional twin swap routine where Hannah is Lauren, Mummy is Daddy, good means bad, up means down, and so on, and vice versa. Trust me, it messes with your head.

Once they gain Beti’s level of sophistication I suspect there will be no limit to their evil.

Wobble Alert!!!

Can you see them wobbling?Breaking news: Hannah and Lauren both appear to have wobbly teeth!

There’s a distinct lack of rigidity to the lower front teeth of each twin. Further news here as it breaks.

In the meantime, the girls are well prepared for this momentous occasion. They have both acquired (either as gifts or via pocket money) small pink sparkly tooth containers which appear to be compliant with known EU tooth fairy regulations. They’ve also been dropping plenty of tips to make sure the tooth fairy doesn’t mistakenly use 1970s tooth pricing guidelines in the 21st century.

Lauren: Zosha’s lost TWO teeth! And she got two pounds from the tooth fairy!

Us: What, two pounds for each tooth? Or two pounds for both of them?

Lauren: (pensively) Actually, I think it was twenty pounds.

Hannah: Yeah, twenty pounds!

Us: Per tooth? (well what the hell…)