Sunday, May 30, 2010
I was baby sitting for friends on Saturday morning while David was not here. We decided to mace cup cakes to pass the time since it is quite cold in Cape Town this weekend and they could not play outside. Fist they made their cupcakes and then they ate it while watching a DVD. It was fun to watch them do it and one of the highlights was that they could lick as much as they liked because they were only making for themselves ;o) Here are a few photos:
Saturday, May 22, 2010
These are photos that I took yesterday morning before school! They both requested clips in their hair. I had to do it differently because their hair is so different in texture and length. Suzelle also looks better with her hair out of her face like this. I can not believe that they are big enough to wear their hair like this! The quality is shocking because my camera can not handle the bad light but it is good enough to get the idea. Where did the time go?
Thursday, May 6, 2010
My name is Edgar and I come from a long line of important socks.
My ancestors come from a prominent cotton mill in England. This makes me a very important sock.
Therefore, I can not understand why they treat me the way they do! I get crumpled up in one corner of a box when suddenly someone takes me out and puts me on their stinking feet. Then they stuff me in another dark hole – they call it a shoe. I hate those shoes! They always fight with me! Especially those running shoes! They are very arrogant! My nose always gets squeezed between the shoe and the toe!
By the end of the day, when I am all smelly and dirty, they throw me in another box with other stinky things. We get taken to a drum where they try to drown us! The drum keeps turning pushing us under the water and as if that is not enough, they add strong soap to the water.
Then, just when the water goes away and I feel like I am starting to get my breath back, the drum starts spinning and squeezes the air from my lungs! By this time I am dryer but all creased! Does this sound like something you should do to a dignified sock?
Then they take me and, OH the shame, they peg me on a line by my nose! ! They do not even allow me to smell the fresh air while I dry in the wind!
When I am dry, they crumple me up again and throw me back into the dark box!
Hello, I’m Lyla! I am a sleep sock.
Oh go away!!!! You live the cushy life!!!