Magpie poem

Today I learned that it is bad luck to see a Magpie on it's own. To remember this (and what your fate is according to the magpies), there is this poem:

One for sorrow
two for joy
three for a girl
four for a boy
five for silver
six for gold
seven for a secret never to be told
eight for a wish
nine for a kiss
ten for a time of joyous bliss.

I like that better than the old 'it's bad luck to look away from a vulture before it flaps it's wings' tale. Also, I just want to note that I'm not sure if it's bad luck to kill spiders in England or not, but just to be on the safe side I have been vacuuming them up with the idea that they will set up house in the vacuum cleaner bag (without their legs, Jim says) and it doesn't really count as killing because I have good intentions and they are now happily living in the vacuum cleaner (in theory).

Play

Solitary play (with Daddy's singing birthday card):


Gentle play with Finchley:


Slightly less gentle play with Finchley (followed by a stern voice from the photographer and the quick departure of Finchley through the nearby open window):


Soft play:




A soft faceplant on a thankfully soft floor (Disclaimer: She was not hurt because the floor was like a pillow. She just scrambled back up and continued her climbing, so don't worry!)

Followed by a triumphant climb:


Exciting play! Wheeee!!:


Sandy play:

Lots of play in one day!

Oh the excitement

A new bookshelf!!!! (please note that most of the books are actually NOT on the bookshelf, but are on the floor, after being pulled off of the shelves repeatedly by one curious and excited baby.)


Plus Dad was home early enough to read Pat the Bunny before bed. It was a perfect night!

A Perfect Day (or not, if you were Evie)

Back when I had a job, one of the things I did was to help plan a fundraiser called A Perfect Day for the school where I worked. I left far before things got really planned, but wanted to go on the day and support the school. In addition to wanting to be supportive, we also thought that Evie would be excited to be out and to see lots of people and balloons. Boy were we wrong.

She was not impressed with the Animal farm:

She did not find the chickens amusing in the least:


She certainly was not impressed with the Princess Party (neither was I when they asked the kids if they were going to spend some money and buy blinking tiaras):


Although she appears to be waving in this picture, she was merely pulling on her ear (which might have been hurting).


She definitely was not excited about her first merry-go-round ride.


After that, we took the hint and went home, where Evie napped and then was once again her happy self. Lesson learned.

(PS Despite Evie's rotten mood, it looked like the fundraiser was a great success. There were lots of people there and hopefully a lot of money was made!)