Moon photos

The calm before the storm.

The one focused boy in the house!

Multi-tasking.

Fie creating...

Crafting for boys.

Watching rockets explode very very slowly.

Some of the finished products

Playing with finished products!!

Rocket fights.


The happy campers.

Man on the Moon Party

The mission, should the 8 intrepid, really-not-that-interested, small children, want to accept it:

To build a 3-D space shuttle picture, a model astronaut, their own footprint on the moon, a space rocket for future travels with Buzz and the gang, a flying saucer with friendly martian and finally, an exploding rocket.

Was I being a trifle ambitious? Er yes, but pah. We stride on in the face of adversity. And lack of focus. Even the promise of paint and glitter didn't really do it for anyone but Jamie. But still, I think the mums enjoyed it and many art projects to keep were created. Extra brownie points go to Suzanne for making her 3-D picture one-handed whilst breastfeeding (!) and to Fie for her amazing creativity and sheer enjoyment of the morning.

Vicar digs himself into a hole.

The Friday Question - How long does someone have to have been dead for it to be ok to park a car on their grave? http://bit.ly/13A07F

Credit due to New Humanist www.newhumanist.org.uk

Serendipity

It's all very appropriate that we're having a man on the moon craft party on the day Michael Jackson dies. All planned of course....

Photos to come.

Home alone

Jeff is in NYC for work until Friday.

This is exciting for a number of reasons:
1. We can all eat meat with gay abandon
2. I can listen to Terry Wogan in the morning and watch crappy TV all night
3. Lots of room in bed!

This is not exciting for a number of reasons:
1. The kids only eat sausages and chicken shitnzel
2. I go to bed at 9pm in anticipation of a 5am start
3. Pip seems to have moved into the bed instead of Jeff. Smaller, but kicks a lot more
4. We miss Dada

Space hoppers. Oliver style.

We spent a lovely morning and delicious lunch with Ted, Billy and Kip a couple of Fridays ago. I lazied around the garden with smiley babies while Oliver got to grips with a spacer hopper.

Big G on the etch-a-sketch

Heh heh. Has Oliver captured the 'essence de Big G'?

Pip's Harry Potteresque scar

Pip is clearly not as happy as Dada with the scar prospects.

Dada's Day 2009

Just before the customary pancake breakfast that is obligatory in the Sweetwater household. When asked what he wanted to do for Dada's day, the reply? Shredding. And a bike ride. So that's what we did.