We had a visit from the Howlett Jnrs (minus Clare who was on a girlie weekend) which was lovely. The children love their cousins, and Jarom and Eden, being the only boys of the family really appreciate their time together. They are so boisterous, and love dressing up, playing Lego,dinosaurs, Toy Story, Star Wars and any number of permeatations of the above. I turned my back for five minutes to discover they had found my wool and were using to make webs. I have to say that I was quote impressed by their ingenuity and imagination in spite of them helping themselves to mummy's things without asking.
By contrast, the girls love to draw, write, read and craft. They literally did this for hours.
We decided to make the most of the day by taking the kids to Attingham Park. The men prepared the pic nic whilst I supervised the kids. They seemed to have a good system going; akin to a smooth operating factory line! We had an hilarious incident with an Ikea bag (probably one of those "had to be there" moments). Jason asked me what he should put the food in and I told him to use one of the reusable shopping bags I had bought from IKEA recently. I came down to find him using the HUGE blue one instead of the normal sized ones. As I type I realise this may not amuse many, but for us it highlighted the fact that women and men think so differently. It illustrated the point that whilst we may think we communicate clearly, our words can be interpreted otherwise!
I love this picture of the boys in their PJs. The girls are not very cuddly, but these two adorable little ones always give me big squeezes.
Poor Jordan is the only boy in our family. Whilst his sisters may be pains in the backside some of the time, we do like to pride ourselves in the knowledge that we "prepared" him for being a good husband. ("Rubbish" duty in a certain place Jordan?????!!! You know what I mean!)
In spite of the inclement weather, we persevered with our pic nic and the kids ran around, throwing their coats off without a care in the world.
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