Barbeque

Our dear friends had us over for a barbeque last night. It was a landmark occasion, their baby is now in his own room sleeping through, so we have our evenings back together again.

They have this impressive Barbie to cook on:



And they stick disposable Barbie trays right on top:



Genius.

Trains

I'm afraid that most "playing" with children, including my own child, bores me to tears. There is but one exception. Trains. I LOVE building the tracks. Probably because I'm so good at it, don't you think?

Waiting

I always love knitting, but it is especially nice during meetings (pay me to knit, ok?) or when waiting. Right now I'm sitting at the train station. I missed one train by a minute, and the next was cancelled. No problem.

Side effects

Marking/grading does have its pluses. I have found and eaten all strange and out of date snack items. And look at how organized my Tupperware is:

Jinxed

Yep, looks like I jinxed it. It's raining outside and my trusty phone tells me it's due to continue for the rest of the week :-(.

On the plus side, we get a repreave from academic men in shorts. Perhaps accessorized with sandals over socks. Or worse, Lycra cycle shorts so tight that the pee-hole is visible.

Summertime?

I don't want to jinx it, but I think we might actually be getting a summer this year. It was deep down to your bones warm today. We found a farm nearby that has turned itself into a nature reserve for mc families in order to make money. It was very basic, very empty and lovely.

I played with my photo app a bit:



















And Foxy tried to force feed me strawberries:

Mug Shot

My absolutely delightful former PhD student gifted me with this mug. It's so perfect, especially during marking season. Thanks T!

Naked Chefs

I got the paddling pool out for the boy cousins on Sunday. It was still a little chilly for their namby-pamby bottoms. So we switched over to decorating fairy cakes that I had prepared earlier.

Cousin G was slightly more interested in choosing colours and bothering to actually ice the things. Foxy simply repeated the phrase "eat cake" over and over.



Soon enough I had lost any semblance of this being anything other than an opportunity for mainlining sugar.





I'll take what I can get.