Mixed Blessings

Nancy's development is a marvelous thing to behold. It can also mean you find yourself wondering what on earth happened? On what on earth made her say that? Gallivanting with her the other day was joyous and there were a few bum jokes flying around but all very wholesome. And then it happened. "Daddy, wee on me" I was stopped dead in my trackings.Mein Gott in Himmel. We've been transported from N15 to 1930s Berlin. And then as quickly as it happened it was over, and we both returned to high class bum jokes . But it was touch and go. And then moments later, whilst in the bathroom, I was goading her about something relatively trivially when she gave me withering look and said "Daddy, don't be a silly bounder." That she knows the word bounder makes my heart sing, that she can deploy it so perfectly makes me positively ecstatic. 

While she remains committed to mastering the art of pritstick and the generation of art that consists of bits of paper stuck to other bits of paper, she has discovered the unparalleled joy of two wheeled locomotion. Although, she had initially shunned anything that could be considered exercise beyond swimming and the occasional jaunty run the mighty bicycle has revolutionised her approach to life. Well nearly. Today, she finally let me let go of her and she took her first independent cycle before ending in slow motion Armageddon. She did start to call me Little Mr Bossy such was my dictatorial approach to getting her to ride her bicycle unaided but this approach did pay off. Indeed, teaching a child to ride a bike is good way to test your approach to parenting as you find yourself oscillating between trying to her compliment her into mastering the balance, pedallling and steering and then as she complains you find yourself turning into minor African dictator. Bugger.

Anyway, here is a bumper edition to keep you all happy.  

Boudoir

Feast

Ultimate Warrior

Aztec madness