elisi's humble abode

18 years ago The Cherub arrived.

Seems impossible that it was so long ago, but here she is, all officially an adult!

Her main wish was a drum kit (to go with the violin and the piano and the saxophone and the clarinet...). But we got the grandparents to chip in (these things are expensive), and she's a very happy girl.

Went to York for the day (always a nice day out!) and had booked an escape room this afternoon - and then had family round in the evening. A good day in every way, and she feels properly spoiled and celebrated. :)

No update today. It is the Cherub's birthday (she's 15!!!) and I have literally only logged on to post this.

<3

Not here much, due to a parental invasion.

I shall leave you with the Cherub's Last Supper (made as an Easter decoration out of an egg box):

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I tidied the girls' bedroom today, and in the process unearthed a lot of forgotten things.

The Cherub (9 y.o.) just came downstairs with a beautiful fan Darcy bought for them in Barcelona, fanning herself in a very lady-like manner. But rather than pretend to be some sort of noblewoman, she says:

"Look! I'm a Kyoshi warrior!"

So damn proud.



And Avatar Kyoshi... (Avatar Kyoshi > Rest of the world)

Spurred on by last's night success, my youngest has created another story. Hopefully you can follow it, I've not really edited it.

The Silly Pancake
One day it was Pancake Day and the Dad of the familiy made llllllllllloooooooooottttttttttssssssssss of pancakes and everybody had about 4 or 5 each but there was one left but they were all full up.A little girl said 'Can we go bowling in Exscape’ Yes we can do it this Afternoon’ said Dad. Then everybody went to sleep and the last pancake ran out of the door went on the street and went next door.When the pancake went inside he said’ please may i go bowling with you in Exscape of course you can so they jumped in the car and set of to go bowling.First the human being had a go BUT when they got a ball they dumped it on pancake man and he was stuck onto the ball and when she rolled the ball it didn't stick to the floor it stuck to the pins and when the leader saw it it was over the holes so they took of the pins and got a drill and put holes through him and he died. The End. Good Bye.

Guess whose 7 year old has come down with a sickness bug? That's right - mine. The poor thing is currently asleep on the sofa.

Which means that I had about... an hour in York before having to head back when school called. But that's life. And hey, I get to hang out here for a while. <3

Yesterday, it was the Cherub's 7th birthday. I know. Many of you were around when she was born...

( And she had a fabulous weekend )

The most fabulous thing you'll come across all day:

Two Little Girls Explain The Worst Haircut Ever. (Jeff Cohen's five year old cut off her three year old sister's hair. A few weeks later, he decided to interview them and get their explanations. Here's what they told him.)

And since we're on the topic of children, then the Cherub doesn't really get the concept of humility... She's a bright thing, and she knows it - here's what she told us yesterday:

"So I'm the best at Maths in our class and H [a little boy] is second best, because he's not as good as me."

So Troy won FMM, and I'm feeling:



But - I thought I'd share one of my 'campaigning' comments, because it highlights one of the reasons I got so caught up:

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This is one of those personal comments about why Eleven is important to me.

The thing is, I have three young daughters. And they're too young for Veronica Mars and Buffy and Scully and all the other awesome ladies. I'll introduce them in time, but for now they're nothing but abstracts. But, what my daughters do have, is Doctor Who. And Doctor Who has given them role models in abundance.

I can tell them:

- Stand up for yourselves, and what you believe, like Amy.

- Be good and loyal and decent like Rory.

- Always remember that women can be just as brilliant as men, if not better - just look at River!

- And be kind, like the Doctor.

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And here's where I turn into Unashamed Proud Mother. Yesterday The Cherub (who's 5) got a special, handwritten sticker in school, which said this:

I was very kind and let somebody have a prize because I already had one.

Letting someone else having a prize was her own idea, btw, and she clearly impressed her teacher. *is too pleased for words*

So although I came home to find that Eleven had come second (which - DW fans, can you remember a year ago? And now he came second in FMM! Our boy did good!) - I couldn't care less, cause when it comes to what really matters I think I'm somehow getting it right. I have a little girl who is kind. ♥

The Cherub found a WHSmith giftcard a short whole ago. I explained what it was - that you could put money on it and give it to someone, and then they could take it to that shop and buy something. She thought this was a wonderful idea. But then asked, holding up the card and studying it intently:

"So what side do you put the penny on? The black side, or the other one?"

♥ ♥ ♥

Some day, I swear, I'll die from the adorableness!


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In other news, Miss M has already finished Jane Eyre and is now reading Skulduggery Pleasant. Heh. And she's up to the baseball part in Twilight. Oh! That reminds me:

Yesterday morning we were watching an animal programme, which included a segment about bats. Impish Girl commented on how ugly they were, and I asked whether she'd ever heard about a *pretty* bat. Miss M instantly said: "Edward! The bat that sparkles!"

I would LOVE to see that...