But teacher I am no more so fully free were we to frolic and advantage take (hello, Yoda voice?!) Except, we weren't. Nope, 'ol preemie-lungs Babyzoid has been suffering with a barking cough and noisy chest as she does everytime she catches a cold or virus. Last year I felt sorry for her and let her out in the snow anyway. Never again. This time I wouldn't have my heart-strings tugged and she would recover wrapped up in
Aye, we would have loved to have done all the fun stuff like go tobogganing on Holycroft Hill, build snow men or polar bears (someone did this in our town and it looked amazing) or lay down and make snow angels - though the snow has been far too deep for that and Babyzoid would have found herself sweeping it over her face - just look:
But it wasn't meant to be. So what did we do instead? Well we had some lovely indoor fun
to ease mummy's guilt.
We started with painting. Babyzoid painted 3 separate pictures - a field of flowers, a house, and some ducks on a pond. All of them looked the same, bless her (Peppa-style muddy puddles if I'm honest), but mummy was absolutely and totally proud!
Babyzoid then got poorly after another major coughing fit and didn't even complain as I told her to stay indoors and watch Happy Feet 2 while mummy shoveled snow off the drive for 10 minutes. I must have done a pretty poor job because I saw my neighbour kindly sprinkling salt on the bits I'd missed. Being pathetically girly but gamely giving it a go yields rewards, it seems!
Mummy and daughter then had a huge tickle fight (see yesterday's post) which ended once again in a nasty coughing fit, some Ventolin and a commitment to building a huge Thomas & Friends wooden track so mummy could sort lunch and make a maple apple and parsnip cake. This is ultra rare, in case you're fooled into thinking I'm some kind of domestic goddess (my husband would die laughing) - but when the mood takes... And Babyzoid had demanded cake for her sore throat...!
Little lady then naturally wanted to help so I said we could bake lemon cup cakes afterwards on condition that she tidied her track away. She agreed as long as she could watch some Abney & Teal on CBeebies catchup as she was doing it. I said okay as it meant she would give me the 5 minutes peace I needed to wash up. Parenting, it's all about bargaining...:
|Look mummy, all tidy!|
|Using mummy's cute Jamie Oliver prep bowls|
|Et voila! A Babyzoid masterpiece!|