Okay, so the whole post every day thing didn't start off so well, did it? Esther has a cough and a slightly runny nose, and was feeling generally out of sorts yesterday. So when I was about to sit down and blog, she woke up, refused to go back to sleep, and insisted on coming into our bed instead. Where she perked up considerably and chatted endlessly about her uncle Jonas, who is coming to stay with us on Friday. "Jonas will do play-doh with me! And read the ABC-book! And draw!"
The following morning she woke up, opened her eyes, and launched immediately into a new tirade about Jonas and all the excellent things they will do together. I had to work hard to convince her that no, he did not yet need a cereal bowl set out on the table because he won't be here until FRIDAY. Toddlers, tsk. They know nothing about time. Which is why she fell asleep tonight muttering about how when she wakes up in the morning Jonas will be here. Only he won't, because it will be Thursday. But still, it is very sweet.
It's been lovely and sunny outside this week. It's all daffodils and magnolias and green grass, enough to make my parents very jealous (made worse by the fact that I send them smug pictures of all the greenery). Esther and I have been gardening, which seems to consist mainly of her watering the same pot for ten minutes while ignoring my instructions to water all the other pots, too. Oh, and of me using my new, handy little saw to saw off far too many branches of our already tiny trees and shrubs, with Esther unhelpfully squeaking "More sawing, mamma! More sawing!". We have also been counting ants and studying earth worms and planting sunflower seeds. It's been a nice week, so far.
Over to food now, for those who care. Yesterday, I made a classic bolognese sauce, enough to go in the freezer for two future dinners. We ate it with penne and garlic-sauteed courgettes and peas. Obviously, Esther approved (what toddler doesn't love pasta bolognese?). Tonight, we had a tomato risotto, with broccoli. Esther though the risotto was yummy (although for some reason she won't even try to pronounce the word risotto, and calls it helicopter soup instead. Yes, helicopter soup. Apparently that's easier?!), but forgot that broccoli is her favourite vegetable and hardly ate any at all. Sigh.