Tea Time

I had great intentions of capturing Kindermusik class this morning, but failed miserably.  My purse, baby necessities, and multimedia in tow I thought to myself "not shabby for over sleeping and running fifteen minutes behind.  You got this JoJo."  We make class just in the nick of time, Mama takes a deep breath, and we greet our mini music friends.  Class begins, Miah starts dancing right on cue, aaaaand my video camera is dead as a doornail.  Ah, well that's okay I've got the regular camera that takes video as well.....um yeah memory card in my laptop at home.  AAAAAAHHHHH!!!  So no Kindermusik clips today.  BUT I will be sure to be better prepared next class.

After class we hit the grocery store, three mini boxes of raisins, a dash of oblivious, and a sprinkle of rude humans later we both ran out of there screaming for the safety of home.  Ah home.  We love our home.  Where everything has it's place be it all over the living room or tidied away on a shelf.  It ours, it's cozy, and it's safe.  Not just lock the door safe, but refuge safe.  Where our moments, memories, and imagination run freely together and we don't have a care in the world.

So come everyone and join us for a spot of tea, because we were feeling a bit British this afternoon!

Hellow Love. (In her best Julie Andrews voice)

The British have proven time and time again that they know how to rock.  Have they not?  Rockers drink tea right?  Tea time isn't always frilly hats and pinkies up!

We musn't forget the mushrooms Mummy!

 

Hm, delightful indeed.

Mickey, Minnie, do you take cream?

or carrot sticks?

Wow child you look like your Daddy here!

Tea is all gone Mum?

Ah well, carry on then......

Cheerio!