the adlards

Josie’s an accomplished telephone user at the age of 2-and-a-third …

He called back with the news that the skip had been delivered in the morning, but that the skip-hire men had been chased away by a Very Rude Neighbour. Really? We have one of those? I know quite a deaf one, but surely she … oh bollocks …

It’s a drizzly Sunday afternoon – my favourite kind …

The picture below belies the Nature of Things …

I had the opportunity this evening to look after Sophie while Michelle and Jo went shopping …

Brie and biscuits for breakfast and then a quiet draw on the old chalk-board. Being two is tough …

Michelle got to read Josie the Smartest Giant in Town …

I found it ever so slightly disconcerting this afternoon when, standing precariously balanced at the very top of a ladder, I felt a vice-like grip encircle each ankle …

Josie knows the McDonalds jingle. She must have been watching grown-up tele at a friend’s house because I’m sure junk food companies don’t target two-year-olds …

The table arrived as promised today – very impressive service. It’s my kind of furniture, too heavy to lift and with six little hardwood dowels to be banged into …