Gardening

Now, I'm probably not the worst gardener in the world, but I think I'm probably pretty close. Last summer, I put one of my house plants outside and watered it, thinking "It's a plant, it's going to love sunshine and water!"

It died.

So imagine my surprise when my potted basil and mint plants started thriving. Yes, thriving. Not just clinging onto existence, but positively blooming. Big healthy leaves reaching up into the sky. I was so proud of my little self.

Sigh. My elation was short-lived.

Because Little Miss decided that my carefully tended, first ever successful plants needed a haircut. A haircut? Yes, a hair cut.

Naturally, to a 3-year-old a hair cut means complete obliteration.

This is what is left of my mint plant...

and my, sniff,  basil

Once upon a time...

...in a time far far away...
...my bed was something I used to sleep in... now it's just somewhere to hang out between baby/toddler/3-year old cries... 

Comment of the Week – Best & Worst

Simply the BEST

"Mummy, you look beautiful."

(probably only said because I was wearing a pink cardigan, the colour pink being Little Miss' favourite thing in the whole WORLD, but let's gloss over that bit..)

Simply the WORST

"Mummy, I don't think your botty will fit on there."
"Why not?"
"Because your botty is too big."