Vegie Smugglers

Your days are numbered cute dolly.

Miss Fruitarian announced at dinner the other night that she knows the feeling of touching tongues. And she likes it.

And recently she came home from the schoolyard ripe with the knowledge of what ‘sexy’ meant. So now she knows that all the songs on the radio are about KISSING ON THE MOUTH.

It’s all reported back to me with a smack of attitude and a glimmer in the eye that makes me realise that we are heading full force into the tween years, whether I like it or not.

Considering she didn’t sleep through until 3, it seems like a ripped-off, short amount of time between insanity and the loss of innocence. Sure, boundaries are blurred at the moment – she’s still dressed head to toe in pink, but getting all Katy Perry on my ass. The fairy party hostesses are slowly being phased out (last party was hosted by Hannah Montana’s ‘cousin’) and the whole vernacular is so much more hip now that she’s a big year 1 girl (as is the nonchalant dismissal of her mum, but I guess that’s a whole other post).

So it was with some relief that she requested a bit of girlie craft time. She still enjoys the birdie cutout, but is WAY too old now for the fruit garden colouring. I dug out a fairy mobile activity sheet that I started last year and she’s happy.

Good that I thought to finish it now – another 6 months and it would have been too late.

One last pink, fairy thing to make.

Last weekend I took Mr Meat & Potatoes to an AWESOME birthday party and left Miss Fruitarian and her dad, car-less and idle.

I got home several hours later and found the two of them happy as larks, outside, being VERY busy.

Not often would I risk writing ‘dad’, ‘little girl’ and ‘macro lens’ in one sentence (to avoid google placing weird ads at the bottom of my post), but I have no choice here, since that is what took place, for two hours.

Silly? Yes. Fun? Definitely.

Apparently the plan was to create some photos for Miss F to convert into a book of her own. Which is a great idea, and one that I can help out on by doing a quick layout, ready to fill in.

And perhaps you’d all like a go too, so I’ve got a PDF to download. You can scale it up or down, print it out, cut out and rearrange the pages to match a story of your own making. Enjoy.

I'm lost for words on how to caption this ...

or this.

It would seem that Mr Meat & Potatoes is feeling clucky. Everywhere he looks there are adorable toddlers that make him go ‘aaawwwwwwww’ in a perfect imitation of his 6-year-old sister who saves that sounds for puppies, kittens and anything pink.

In the playground today Mr M&P was eyeing off a cute little Japanese toddler. He said, “Maybe we should get a baby?” I was caught off guard and perhaps didn’t handle things too smoothly.

“No, Angelina,” I gasped, “no more babies – Mummy is too old (and over it) for more babies”.

He looked slightly crushed as the full realisation of a life as the youngest child sank in. No cute little Asian baby sister, no fun little brother in a Superman cape.

I tried to console him. “What about we go home and make a snake?”

He brightened considerably. If you can’t have another sibling, then a snake made out of loo rolls is a pretty good substitute.

Colouring his cares away - Mr M&P finds consolation in some craft

And voila! My third child is born

Download a PDF of your third child (or pet loo-roll snake) here.