Mornings with Max and Ruby

Daddy dit dere.  Pic by Ruby.  Selfie cuddles. Cuddlefie. Selfles.  Massive break from tradition today. We had eggs instead of granola. (pic not included) After breakfast, much more normal - Max ‘hoovering’ with the popper and Ruby reading with some toast   Tube to X-ray.  Some patients just don’t want to leave… Max meets the BT Tower.  Tube home from X-ray: Bus home - our last leg. Max on his.   He naps. She naps. 

Rubbish Truck!!!!! Mac do it! Spinach in my teeth? School photo today. Raspberries make my lips tingle: Digger!!!  

It’s very funny - Max cannot yet jump. So when he dances or tries to jump he sort of bends his legs and sinks and rises without feet leaving the ground. Like a drunk hippo walking on hot coals.  Art = Anyone know how to get marker pen off the sofa? Daddy is very demanding of cuddles from all parties. Guess who has been outside all morning as scared of the hoover?

 Friday Chores This morning Ruby helped with Shabbat supper - chopping carrots and celery for the roast chicken.  And both kids helped Daddy unpack the Tesco order.  Where’s Golda? After dropping off Ruby at school: