Henry has embraced the humble pea!
His mother informs me that he woke up this afternoon and told her "I love peas", followed with a "more peas please".
I only wish that I were there.
Lost inside an adorable illusion and I cannot hide, I'm the one you're using, please don't push me aside, we could've made it cruising, yeah.
Yes it is Theme Thusday again, and today we are talking GLASS . I've three possible hooks to hang my [glass] hat on with this theme. First, the photo! Yes, it is the river again from an odd angle in an interesting light. You can just make out the bottom, which should tell you that I'm right on the shore. In some ways, the distortion of the stones below the surface reminds me of ye olde glass windows, what they call "cylinder blown sheet glass". You can still find some of this around Hobart these days. Thw second link comes from a trip I took to Venice a few years back. You're probably aware that Venice was (is?) a glass-making centre of excellence. If you have ever been there and taken the tour of the glass factories, you might be familiar with the sheer amount of coloured glass that sits at the bottom of the water there. These fragments of glass have been worn down and had their edges dulled by their time in the water, which makes them ample keepsakes for the ...
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I did love shelling peas with my grandma & eating lots of them in the process. Does anyone shell peas any longer? I'll have to check our local farmers market.
So did you ever taste horse milk? Can't imagine it being very good & must be very expensive.
Henry is so cute!
I say "I love Henry"..."more Henry please."
And I wish I was there too!
But peas are so round. More often end up on the floor than in the kids' mouth.
A very lovely picture of Henry. All your children all the time seem so happy and jovial. Are they really like that all the time, or you just put those ones on the blog ;-) :-D?
Ez has eaten EVERYTHING we put in front of him. Yesterday he had peas, pumpkin, sweet potato and kangaroo.
Henry wasn’t so keen on the ‘roo.
I’ve not tasted horse milk, but I would probably give it a go.
They’re not happy ALL of the time. Ez does quite well in that department, but Henry (being two and all) often has meltdowns. He was quite ridiculous this morning over the correct manner in which to prepare his Weet-Bix. That said, he brightened up when I took him outside to get a closer view of the moon, which was still up in the sky.
He thought that it was a ball.
Maybe we’ve grossed him out.