We've been busy...

Wow, a whole month since I last posted - oops! But in my defence, we have been busy.

The major thing was a holiday, a long camping trip down south. Not only was there major packing to do, but I was also making this:
The reason for the trip was my gran's 90th birthday, and the appropriate family party accompanying it. The quilt was a gift for her, and my first attempt at a (nearly) full sized quilt. I quite pleased with how it turned out, and it was fun to do, just a little bit rushed. I set up the machine on the kitchen table together with the laptop and watched stuff on 4od and iplayer whilst sewing - very civilized!

But before the family stuff we camped on Hayling Island, somewhere I know quite well from my youth, and somewhere I never thought I'd go on holiday! But we had a great time, visiting old haunts and finding new ones.

Since then we have been happily surprised with the news that we are expecting a third little Goodhew sometime in the New Year. So I am now in the throes of those first trimester goodies of feeling very tired and icky. Mmmm.

This month is also busy with appointments and reports for Hannah as nursery prepare to apply for her statement. The dynavox has broken and we are missing it a lot; we don't know when it will be repaired. And we've had the Hadfield Carnival (very soggy) in which we were involved on three stalls - it went well despite the weather but was very frantic. We have the church camping weekend this weekend (most of the stuff is still packed!) and a few other bits and bobs happening as well.

So, I'd better go and do that form I've been putting off. Eeek.

Yes please!

It was one of those nights, when just as we're settling down for the night at 11pm, Hannah wakes up. So down I go, again and again, getting crosser and crosser and more and more tired. She was up till 2.30am in the end.

But the last time I went down, I was asking her if she wanted the light off, and she said yeah followed by another sound, quite deliberately. I asked her again, and then realised that she was saying yes please! I think she must have been saving it for when her mother's defences were at a low ebb. She's now saying it quite a lot, which is brilliant (two words together and all that), though you have to know it's what she's saying. But still. Such a clever girl. Just wish it didn't have to be at 2 in the morning.

And some photos

Couldn't resist these.
This was taken earlier in the week when I finally got around to seeing if her hair will go up in bunches - it does! We've waited a long time for this much hair!

This one is what Hannah did on the fridge in the week - not that she likes ordering things in lines or anything...

Boats, ducks, and Hannah

Just had the following rather random conversation with Hannah as I was putting her to bed. (Please bear in mind that Hannah is signing and I am interpreting and that this is the abridged version...)

Blue.
Blue?
Yeah. Green.
Green?
Yeah. Boat.
Green boat?
Yeah. Ducks.
Ducks in the green boat?
Yeah. Hannah.
Hannah and the ducks in the green boat?
No [stupid mother expression] blue boat Hannah.
Oh, so Hannah in the blue boat and the ducks in the green boat?
Yeah. [Sits back satisfied at finally having conveyed something to her oh-so-thick mother that vaguely resembles what she's actually thinking.]

Demon on the dance floor

And that's my daughter, not me.

We went to a friend's wedding on Saturday, and had a great time. But it was the children who stole the show, of course. Steffie spent most of the time (in church and at the reception) crawling round finding new people to talk at and new things to play with (other people's shoes, pushchair wheels, that sort of thing), and Hannah, well Hannah took the dance floor by storm in the evening, and would have been there all night if we'd let her. Apparently she had everyone else copying what she was doing! Unfortunately for her Mummy and Daddy are not nearly as tough and we were flaked out by 8pm. We finally dragged her away at 10pm.

The latest project

Okay, so this was me set up for an evening's sewing last week. Table free of stuff (it's piled on one of the chairs), makeshift ironing board (two towels), iron on, and inspirational flowers in the background. And what you can't see is that the kettle is on as well. Ah, bliss.

And what was I making? Well, this:A blanket for my freind's little boy, who was one two days before Steffie. (Not that his present was ready on time. But near enough.) I couldn't resist that fleece when I saw it in the shop.

Steffie is one!

Yep, my baby is one year old! (Actually it was on Saturday, but we've only just come up for air after a busy but very enjoyable weekend.) Ok, I'm now going to do the sad thing, but where has it gone? She is getting so big! And doing so much!!

She was actually smiling until I got the camera out, she really enjoyed being sung to (we did it several times during the day) and loved the candle (though was a bit bemused by the blowing thing). Hannah spent the day asking if it was her birthday too, trying to open all of Steffie's cards and presents, and then when she had got the hang of the fact that it wasn't her birthday, telling us that it wasn't. Repeatedly. (As well as telling us that Daddy had taken her to Glossop on the train in the morning, which she was very excited about.)

And the cake? I was trying to think of what Steffie's favourite things were, and how I could represent them in edible spongy form. And I cam up with this. Can you see what it is? No? It's obvious isn't it? It's a remote control!

I snapped another picture of Steffie the other day that I just couldn't resist. She'd crawled into the kitchen, all the way round the table to her highchair, picked up a biscuit she'd dropped earlier, and sat back to eat it. I just thought it looked cute. We do feed her, honest.