when-dy house

after a day of fog, the sun has split the sky open, early and hot, burning off the daffs and leaving us all dazzled and happy.

I travel over to Glasgow to see the family and friend F. Myself, F and sister Jax catch up at the botanics children's garden. Boy I missed seeing her wee daughter and my wee god dotter Nat. She absolutely loved playing in the wee wooden wendy house, jumping off things, running and flying off on her wee scooter showing off with one leg in the air.

Her mum was similarly obsessed with wendy houses too, primarily to get away from me (nasty big sister, jack the ripper of dolls) and Paula (tomboy younger sister, dolls head footballer). I don't recall much apart from that she loved that wendy house, would not come out and the feel of the plastic as it ripped. I think I may have commandeered it to make a tent. I was mildly obsessed with living in the wild like a native american, while she liked all things pretty and cute. Lord I was horrible to her, but we survived. She developed a sharp assertiveness to stand up for herself, me with a calming reconciliatory streak. Funny how it goes..

Nat is so like her Mum in appearance but her personality is her's alone. She's so easily happy and just wants your time and to play, run and play. Her numbers, alphabet, colours and speech are so advanced it's hard to believe she's only three. As much as I sometimes want her to stay this age forever, I can't wait to see what happens next.

Also it was my brother Liam's birthday and my other brother Pete nearly broke a window demonstrating a boomerang and mum had her hands full with all my sister Mad's kids as she and her husband had headed off for the weekend and bobby got a wee acting job that will take him up to Glasgow, and and.. loads to catch up on..