Hey Ho, Let’s Go

The 7th Wonder was pretty made up yesterday and has been so for 24 hours or so. Whilst out shopping with The Small Shouty One, where we purchased froufrou skirts and Hello Kitty socks, Slaveboy found a Ramones tee shirt identical to the one which 7th Wonder had outgrown a year ago.

Firstborn, a.k.a. Barnerbread recognised a great photo opportunity and managed to get 7th Wonder to agree to a photo shoot – it normally doesn’t take much persuading really. She decided on the retro Care Bear herself and after several attempts to get her to smile, Firstborn just told her to be natural.

I think it’s an awesome photo, and I just wanted to share this with you. I’ve got stories to tell about the bakery and how close we are to opening, about Potato Bottom deciding to join a dance school and also about last night when some random woman in a pub asked me if I would take her to the toilets and show her ALL of my tattoos but for now, I think this photo deserves the spotlight.

She’s posted a couple of photos and they seem to have brought upon a certain level of nostalgia in various people because of the retro CareBear.

Interlude

It’s that catch up post where I talk about the stuff I have been up to in the first month of 2013.

Some of you might remember the Firstborn who is very passionate about photography. In January, a couple of her photographs were chosen for an exhibition at Saatchi Gallery. We took a special trip there together and had a grand time going around the gallery.

The bottom photograph is Firstborn’s and it’s of the Small Shouty One.

Firstborn obviously loves being in front of the camera. Here she is impersonating Pikachu.

And yes, that is a photograph of my legs.

I also took some photos of the Russian Criminal Tattoos. This is one of my favourites.

January also saw Izzy The Rockstar coming along to the Open Mic Night in Chichester. Izzy The Rockstar is about to start his Higher National Diploma in Jazz Music and will be graduating with a Jazz degree by the age of 19. The Open Mic Night is a laidback music filled evening with impromptu performances by local musicians. It’s a supportive community where all talents are nurtured and given the space to perform. Izzy has been throwing himself into the deep end by jamming with other musicians.

I took a few photos of the usual suspects. They’re literally local legends of Chichester.

Obviously, there have been more happenings but like all things on the Internet, if there are no pictures, then it didn’t really happen.

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S’mores Bars

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And The Award For The Worst Mother Of The Year…….

Today has been brought to me by feelings of wanting to see the back of my children. 

Out Of The Mouth of Babes

Today’s words have been to, bed and see.

Dare I Mention It?

The Seventh Wonder, I am ashamed to admit, does not get to go out very often. It’s a carried on habit of mine, from when she was really ill and us still recovering from the experiences we had. It was only last week that she acquired her first ever winter coat.