Worms, Worms, Worms

My children love worms - earth worms, that is.

Z particularly loves to go to the wormfarm and see how many he can pull through the tap. Then they go everywhere for at least 30 minutes. They ride on his skateboard, they take a trip around the garden in his wheelbarrow, they get to take comfort on mummy or daddy for a while - much welcome respite, I would guess. And thankfully they are lost back to the garden.

The Evolution of an Artist

Well I am not sure - I think so.

P's artwork has evolved so quickly. She seems to take leaps. She has recently moved from drawing hairy monsters to faces - a picture of daddy with spiky hair. And just this week a beautiful flower.

Its great to receive the commentry while a new piece of work is in progress. Previously I recollect a lot of silence and movement. Now it is much more controlled with a whole lot of discussion about whats happening in the painting.

Its hard to part with her work. So many are being collected - the majority actually!

Beat Baby

Its amazing that we are born with a natural sense of beat and rhythm. Then as we get older it gets lost to total uncoordination!

I love to see my children pick up the beat. Dancing is such a release - fantastic therapy. It was my sport of choice well into adulthood actually. Its comforting to know that you dont look like a complete nutter when you are grooving away on the dancefloor at the Blue Light Disco! Not these days though - how does that ability to move escape you without indication ?

We have just moved the CD player in P and Z's room to reaching height. They spent most of the weekend rocking away with their instruments. They loved the authority in being tasked to change the CD. A well overdue relocation.