Shout me a drink

Last night we had dinner at the local pub.  Ginger and Peta loved the beer garden and let me know in no uncertain terms that they would be having fish’n'chips.

I indulged in a wine.  It was totally necesary once I read the description of the shiraz on the board (smells like the inside of a lady’s handbag; tastes like a man’s wallet).  My meal of swordish was a bit salty with its bed of mash and olives so I wanted a glass of lime and soda to refresh the palate.

Ginger wanted to order me the drink at the bar.  She and Peta excitedly made their way with babbo at hand.  She practised her order “lime and soda, lime and soda, lime and soda….”

The bar staff asked for her order but she was very low comapred to the bar height and babbo had to raise her.  She then propmpty requested a “slime and loda”.  You should have some next time you order the fish meal.

Show offs

1.  New haircuts for little girl, big girl and very very big girl (but no need to show off about that last one).  Little girl about to turn three, makes her way to the hair salon with handbag, sunnies and hat for this special milestone.  She squeals:  “Mamma, I so excited!”  Rat’s tales from babyhood are finally cut off.  Big girl loves the whole process just like her little sister.  She now looks like a child of the 30s with her new bob.  Very cute.  She celebrated by making pretend ’stew’ all afternoon.

It's a fine bob, Ginger

Let go of me

Ingredients for stew

2.  Little girl turns big girl 3 on Anzac Day and smiles all day.

3.  I bake my first real birthday cake for little girl turning big girl 3.   It’s a lion cake.  Both little girls pretend to be scared of the lion.  It’s the best reaction I could have had.

My first real birthday cake

Giggles, not tears, this time

More birthday afternoon tea treats

Blowing out number three

They are actually scared of lions.  Once, at the zoo, we were watching the lion pride.  The lions were sort of lolling about when a zoo official made a public announcement on the PA system.  One of the males stood up with arched back and fanned mane, and roared a ginormous roar.  RAAAAAAAAAAAA!  Impressive.

I commented out loud on the thrill of it all.   Problem was there was no one there beside me to respond to my harmless banter.  The two little girls who had been beside me were about 500m away crying effusively and screaming about lions coming to eat them up, refusing to go anywhere near the lion enclosure.  It took about 20 minutes to calm them down.

They don’t like lions.  Who would have thought it?

The omelette machines

These things……

just made these things….

We’ve been complaining for weeks about the lack of eggs and wanted those feathery chooks to work for their supper.  J found four teeny eggs nestled into the straw potato patch this afternoon where the chickens have free rein.  In fact, today Nellie and Ivy were encroaching Peta and Ginger’s porch space which created a lot of angst in Peta especially.  There was a lot of shooing and shouting.  I realise now the two girls (of the poultry variety) were just trying to tell the other two girls (of the pig-tailed variety) about their  eggs.

We’ve also  started to complain about the low yield from our garden.  We want maximum harvest, thank you very much, out of this plot.  Two tomatoes today. I’m still waiting on beans, pumpkins, cucumbers, capsicums.  The kale and celery have come through and the lettuce has now gone to seed.  Beetroot and carrots are getting vibrant.  Watermelon looks ill. The blood orange and lemon tree look so-so but there are small unripened green fruit.