Rainy Day Grumps

It’s Week 2 of the Summer School Holidays. The minxes have been testing me today on some of the toughest things mummies have to deal with: questions about death and rainy days.

This is the north of Scotland, so of course it’s raining in July. One look at the 30 year average shows it’s a very rainy month; always has been. So why are we all so surprised when it chucks it down?! The minxes got up, dressed themselves as Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty, and settled down for a day in front of the telly. Er, I don’t think so! Not in this household, you won’t!

I talked about the rain with them. How it’s formed. Why it’s good. We talked about how you can tell how much it’s rained. I got them to think of ways to measure how much it’s rained. We legged it outside with a suitable container, then spent half an hour decorating a wooden measuring spoon to make a dipstick. With wool hair. (Of course – wool! Hasn’t yours?!) They got bored. So I got a bowl of milk, some washing up liquid, food colours, and chopsticks to drop the dye in. I *meant* to make rainbows, and got the minxes suitably excited. The reality was very dull: the colours sank to the bottom and barely mixed. So I tried to make fog: boiling water in a big tall pot for a few mins, pour it out but leave an inch of it at the bottom. Hold in an ice pack. Watch the ‘fog’ vapour rise. I was impressed, but the minxes must have been expecting flashes of lightning or multicoloured lasers, because they weren’t at all impressed. <sigh> OK, let’s make rain and talk about how and why water changes to water vapour and back to liquid form again! I poured a bit of hot water in a glass and put a saucer on top. We checked out the vapour. I put ice-cubes on the plate. It started raining down the edges of the glass. The minxes slunk off, disappointed because there wasn’t a torrent of rain from the ceiling. I think I need to work on my warm-up…

We went out to the garden to splash in puddles and check out the new flowers that they planted*. They moaned about getting wet and the flowers not being in full bloom.

*OK, I say ‘planted’: I really mean ‘opened the packet and dumped the seeds in a big mound’.

We went to the library. They zoomed around like unleashed tigers. I was mortified. So we swiped 7 books and came home.

I gave up and labelled Tuesday 10th July ‘One Of Those Days’ and let them get on with watching CBeebies in peace. Hmph!

PS If you’re wondering why they’re in Princess Fancy Dress, it was a little experiment I tried in getting them to tidy up a little after themselves. They role-played Cinderella and Snow White, and I played the Wicked Stepmother, and tasked them with some chores. It was enough of a success that I may work on this some more…

‘Rest’ Day

Good Friday, Day 7 of the Easter Holidays

Current ban on glue? No problem for Maxi - use a whole roll of sellotape instead

What a yucky day! Unrelenting rain. But because we were all a bit frazzled, we decided to have a stay-at-home-day today. Well, except for me and Mini Minx who zoomed off right after breakfast with a long shopping list and 5 shops to visit. And every bin in the high street. Have I told you that Mini is obsessed with wheelie bins and skips..? Again, she refused to go in the sling or even hold my hand. “I walk!” she insisted. “Woe do!”

Mid-film, mid-munch

When we got back, Maxi and Midi had transformed the downstairs. I think the idea of having a home cinema day to watch their new DVDs had caught their imagination. They’d lined every stuffed toy in the house into row upon row of ‘audience’. A huge number 8 outside the living room door gave me a clue which cinema was showing Toy Story that afternoon. hot cross bunsMidi had made a big decorated hand to go beside it, but we’ve still no idea why. Both girls happily ripped up paper into confetti-sized tickets for all their toys, and The Boss had taught them how to make paper bags for their popcorn. Maxi also had time to make a random spring-time collage (photo top left).

The latest knitted horrors that I'm going to inflict on Mini Minx

As soon as Mini went down for her nap, the curtains were drawn, DVD on, bags of popcorn readied, and everyone settled down for a lazy afternoon.

After the film / nap, we all belatedly made hot cross buns – I did the dough and The Boss and minxes did the rest while I finished a Fairisle cardigan that’s been on the go for weeks. The buns tasted good, but by golly they were tough!