Wednesday

After breakfast, the kids whinged a lot about me saying I would appreciate some help around the house today. But then 5 minutes later they insisted on doing the washing up… The did the glasses, some cutlery and the plates (most of which had to be washed up again afterwards, but I’m not complaining if they actually WANT to help).
Both played with their mei tais and dolls.
K found an old longstitch project of B’s which has been living in odd spots around the house for years because I’ve never gotten around to taking it off the embroidery frame. She finished off the thread that was hanging loose but I lost the rest of the wool for the picture years ago, so together we chose a new longstitch kit for her on eBay.
H played Duplo in his room; K played outside, then came in and they moved the Duplo to the kitchen table and built amazing creations.
I picked up crap off their bedroom floor, and put away their laundry and took out all the dirties. I think we should take out the dolls house, which never gets played with, and come up with a better solution for the dolls and their clothes and bed, which do.
I made them lunch while they picked Duplo up off the dining room floor, under extreme protest. Told them off for being useless lazy barstids.
Gave up on housework and went on our Expotition along the riverbank path; K wrote a report on it after we got home. We came back with a birds’ nest and some long lacy tree moss for the nature table.
I started dinner, they played Duplo and Let’s Annoy Mummy, an exciting new fusion game.
K started writing out numbers on the computer and got all the way up to 110. She also asked me this morning how do you count by 15s, so I think she’s going through a bit of a maths phase atm.
They read books with Mr Bat when he got home; he sewed a button onto a doll’s dress for them.
H refused to go to sleep despite being exhausted; I read On the Banks of Plum Creek to K while he pootled about in the living room, then Mr Bat came out and tried again to convince them to lie still long enough to realise that they were knackered and go splut. Luckily this time he was successful, so nobody had to be dismembered.

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