10 days to go.......

Joe is due to have his tonsils and adenoids removed on Thursday 11th August....10 days and counting......
Hopefully this will then end our dreadful year, he will sound less like a steam train when he breathes (day & night) and will stop with the not-breathing when he sleeps!

The boys stayed with Gran last week and she found it very odd - Joe's snoring didn't wake her but she did wake when he stopped breathing!

Bug Hunt at West Stow

Jigsaw children's centre organise a bug hunt every year. Last year it was raining, lots, and Matthew was on his hols. Joe and I went and got wet but thought as the sun was out this year and Matthew was home we would go again. It was very busy and we didn't enjoy it as much as when there were as many of the centre staff as there were families, but a good time was had anyway.

The holey tree

We saw dozens of dragonflies and damselflies

Hunting for Geocaches

Geocaching has become a favourite activity for Joe and me, Matthew isn't so keen but we have to sit through endless games of his football so it's only fair really!

We set off to find a couple we'd not found before in Thurston. One we found, another we didn't, so a standard day for us really!

Next day we went back to one we've been to before because it makes it more fun for Joe if there's guaranteed treasure at the end, plus it's a good spot for blackberry picking! We took Milo the neighbour's dog out for a walk which kept Matthew a little bit happier!

Searching for seeds

Collecting poppy seeds on the way for scattering at home

In search of sweet treats

CHICKS!!!!!!!!!

Our fabulous chicks have started to arrive - see our chicken blog for photos!

http://talesofthechickenhouse.blogspot.com/2011/05/chicks.html

Tales of the Chicken House

Due to popular demand (well, from Linda anyway!) we have started a blog about our hens....

papworth

Whoops I did it again - EM OH GEE!!!

I'm in the doghouse (or the chicken house I suppose it should be!)

I let all the hens out yesterday to mingle with the new ones in the garden, and propped the gate to the run open. Last time I did this the wind blew too hard and broke the gate off its hinges. This time I thought putting a bucket either side of the gate would hold it open without the wind being able to cause damage.

I was wrong.

We got back from parents evening and Andy was all set to make a new gate for elsewhere in his poultry paradise, when I discovered the gate was off its hinges again but this time the wood it was attached to had broken too. Oops.

While I was deciding how best to creep to Andy before telling him what I'd done (and when I did tell him I was most unpopular) Joe came to see me. He saw the gate and having spent far too much time listening to Matthew, but perhaps not closely enough, he came out with a classic. Not for Joe the standard Americanism of OMG, oh no, Joe has developed his own term for when Mummy has done something really silly -

"Oh Mummy! EM OH GEE!"

He couldn't understand why I was doubled up laughing at a broken gate. It really would be so boring around here without him!