siberian hooker

(Euan's description of what she looks like here- not mine).
We were playing dress up...

Today I lost Ivy in an art gallery. As I walked from room to room trying to work out where she'd gone to, I was thinking that of all the places to loose her this is the one that makes me the best mother. Found her in the community art room concentrating very hard on painting a picture with her finger and some gold paint (supervised by lesley and Rowan). It was the Art gallery open day, Rowan pretty much took over Ivy's care so Euan and I had coffee and cakes leaving her in the capable hands of a very maternal 8 year old.

Ivy's new word today is 'Peeka', as in 'I rather fancy playing a game of peek-a-boo'. She grabbed a dress and went toddling across the floor dragging it behind her saying 'dada Peeka!'.

She was bit grumpy after her afternoon nap, so Euan cheered her up with an extended game of peek-a-boo using a big fleece throw. I don't think either of them exactly knew who was supposed to be hiding....