A day with Daisy

Copying mummy

"Click!"

Downing a light refreshment. 

She is still learning to drink from a regular cup and so most of this 'refreshed' her shirt.

Getting dirty.

She refused to wear shoes. I know, her Foresthill is showing.





Oh, mum, I see what you mean. Huh! You don't just talk because you like the sound of your voice!



She refuses to even attempt sliding down the slide. She is convinced it is a tall ramp to climb up.

"Flowers are for pickin', right mum?"

Giving me her orders.

"No, first swing on swings. Then blueberries. Then movie. Then nap."
Um, yeah, "Queen" is about right.

Coaxing her back into the house requires every sales strategy I have ever employed and then some.

It also requires some fibbing. Like, yeah, sure, blueberries and a movie, no nap. (Right!)

What happens when you turn your back after bath?

Your toddler dresses herself in her swimsuit.

If only her hair was as thick and luscious as her lashes.

Final piece of salesmanship for the day.

Daddy reads princess stories while Mummy wrangles the swimsuit off, in favor of PJs.

Gnight!