Gingerbread House

So, Alex went to Australia, saw a picture I had retweeted of my nephews’ gingerbread houses and then sent a gingerbread house construction kit to the Walton girls all the way from Down Under. Thanks, McGee! 🙂

Giraffe by Violet

Rosabel counts to eleven

Rosabel can count infinately infinitely – not bad for a one-year-old – but due to a quirk of English rhyme, the number after eleven is always eight; so when Rosabel says the number nine, for example, it might equate to nine, or thirteen, seventeen, twenty-one…
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Bricks

One of the greatest pleasures in life is spending a couple of hours playing with Duplo bricks on the carpet of the living room with your children. Violet, Ivy and I – and now Rosabel too – sometimes end up devising such funky constructions and in some ways it’s a shame that I rarely document them. Part of the joy of Duplo etc is the practice of impermanence and non-attachment, but now and then it’s nice to share a bit of the fun and the architectural poetry.

As usual, today we wanted to build a house. There are only so many Duplo-flavoured metaphors for ‘house’ you can make – or at least that’s what you’d think – but no, it never ends. There’s always another way of doing ‘roof’, ‘door’, ‘wall’ and ‘window’.

This is what we made today: