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Matilda Dora Harris' Baptism
Posted by Webby at April 22, 2007 08:52 PM | Comments (0)It was with the greatest of pleasure that the population of Gingatopia, together with the OsBradFam, helped the Wassocks celebrate beautiful Matilda Dora's baptism today. The service was lovely, ALL the children present behaved themselves impeccably, particularly Matilda who was an absolute angel.
After the service we all returned to Jim, Helen, Dom and Tilly's for some lovely party food, baptism cake and drinkies sheltering from the sun's relentless glare* beneath a brace of hastily erected gaze-boos.
A collection of photographs from Matilda's baptism has put together by her (justifiably) proud Dad; just look here.
*For sun's relentless glare, read seasonably typical April gales**.
**...er...slight exaggeration.
Mis-heard lyrics?
Posted by Webby at April 21, 2007 10:19 PM | Comments (0)Recently Evelyn has begun singing to herself. Most usually, Evelyn sings nursery rhymes, and she becomes quite upset if Jilly or I sing along with her; she prefers to sing on her own.
I think I may have commented, in the past, that, while Evelyn obviously loves singing, she's seems to be almost completely tone deaf.
Evelyn's singing, today though, has illustrated another of her more amusing, and beautiful, quirks. Anyone reading this may be familiar with the Hannah Barbera cartoon series, Scooby Doo. Earlier today, Evelyn began singing the theme tune to the children's favourite. As I'm sure most people will remember, the lyrics go something like,
"Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You? We got some work to do now.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You? We need some help from you now."
But, what was Evelyn singing? I'll tell ya!
"Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You? We've got to get some jobs done..."
But she was trying to sing it to the tune of the...er...tune. Absolutely priceless!
Jilly laughed her head off when I told her!
Self-conscious liddle beaudee
Posted by Webby at April 16, 2007 09:21 PM | Comments (0)
As I put Evelyn to bed this evening, I read to her from her Disney's, 'Beautiful Princesses' book. Tonight, we read about 'Jasmine' from Alladin, and 'Snow White' and her seven dwarfs.
As I read the names of the seven dwarfs, I got to 'Doc' at the end of the list, and Evelyn told me,
"I tarn't (can't) say that, Daddy".
It nearly broke my heart. Evelyn - for the first time - has recognised that she has difficulty making certain words sounds.
Only when I told Jilly about this, did I remembered that, a few days ago, I repeated a word that Evelyn had tried to say, 'Stooter' (Scooter) perhaps, and she told me,
"No...don't say that!".
It seems that, perhaps, someone else (probably at 'that new nursery') has also commented on Evelyn's speech impediment (you've now idea how long I hesitated to use that word!).
As Evelyn's speech is coming along fantastically (and her vocabulary is better than some adults I have met) Jilly and I are going to continue to encourage her reading and speech, and hope that Evelyn soon gets the hang of making the 'ka' (and 'gu') sound.
Jean's Birthday Chopper
Posted by Webby at April 14, 2007 09:41 PM | Comments (0)
As a special birthday treat/shocking surprise, Ben organised a birthday helicopter ride for Jean today [it's considered rude to talk about a ladies age, but let's just say that Jean's a little diamond].
Anyway, Ben secretly organised with Mike McKenzie, Flight Training Manager at Multiflight, to take Jean for a quick spin in a training helicopter. When I told Jilly what her dad had planned, she thought that Jean would be terrified...she couldn't have been more wrong; Jean loved it!
After the flight we all enjoyed dinner at the Stansfield Arms and, for desert, Sam had created a masterpiece in icing.
Move over Dr. Seuss
Posted by Webby at April 10, 2007 10:28 PM | Comments (0)And...just to redress the balance...and to assure readers that not all of Evelyn's outbursts are offensive; here's one that only suggests Evelyn's a little balmy.
Jilly entered the living room, earlier today, to find Evelyn staring out of the living room window.
"Mummy? We don't eat butterflies, do we?" Evelyn asked.
"No", was Jilly's obvious reply.
"And we don't eat bees!"
"No", Jilly repeated.
"But we do eat flies and fleas!", Evelyn informed her mummy.
We can only begin to imagine what Evelyn talks to her new nursery playmates about; but I, for one, would love to be a fly on the wall...er...or, perhaps, a butterfly!
