Posts tagged with “Isabel”

5 September

Get the Bones out of the Flesh!

My darling daughter was told of the engagement yesterday morning (the first to know!).

She has been a wonderful bag of excitement ever since and on top form.  As some might notice I think she has great potential as a creative person and (who knows) maybe even poetry.  Her first effort was very impressive to me, even though I am her Dad others have said as much.

Well when we went to our favourite restaurant last night she was very eager that they know about the engagement (they are after all a family restaurant and we eat there regularly so they all know us).  We had finished the meal and still it had not revealed what we were celebrating.  In her eagerness for us to say it and be done she used a sudden and impulsive turn of phrase;

“GO ON NOW, GET THE BONES OUT OF THE FLESH!”

And we were all very impressed by her `turn of phrase` - she immediately followed up our astonishment by telling us that we were never to use the phrase without attribution that they were her words - she was very specific about that as only a nine year old daughter can be - I’m even prouder of her for asserting “copyright” to her utterance than I am by the almost Donne like turn of phrase!

PS I scroogled to check the originality, and this was all I turned up pertinent so far as I could see!

PPS Happy birthday today to;

Cathy

Robert

The Sunday Program on Radio Four

23 December

Isabel raps


This is my best beloved daughter doing her thing…

what I should like to know is if this is derivative or her original work (I suspect she was put up to it by her elder sister, the eponymous “sdkjackson” who marked my linkback down as spam!)

9 November

Isabel’s poem

This was written by my daughter at the weekend, I shall photograph the original text and post it, but this is my version typed as faithfully as I can:-

Look! a leaf
Scrunkling my life away.

Look! a rabbit hole
Like a bowl
Eating my life away.

Look!…a nest
Like a bed
Sleeping my life away

Look at the green grass
Like  a bean
I roll my life away

Isabel Eleanor Amelia Wrighton, November 2009.

7 November

NaNo pages are set

I wrote earlier about setting them up (see About NaNoWriMo page) and now they are finally all set.  I have put the first installment there too.  If you wonder why the word count to the right is slightly higher - this is because I include the concealed plot lines which are on the page - they get trimmed from the text in the nano blog which previews the book as it is written.  I should not call it a book - since I doubt it shall ever see paper!

On that subject though my daughter is so sweet - she has decided that the “when the wind blows” story should be printed and made into a small book on which she will add some pictures to take to mum for her to read to Isabel and to the other children there!  I cannot help but feel flattered at the idea, she is already learning how to pamper a mans ego!  I feel sorry for any boy that falls in love with her one day!

6 November

Fabulous fireworks, Sausages, and friends!

WOW!  What a fantastic bonfire night I had!  It was the first time I had hosted one, and my memories of the family ones with fabulous fireworks laid on by my daredevil Dad and great grub from my yummy stepmum were always going to be hard to live up to.  Especially since I was the eldest boy in the family with four younger sisters, somehow that made it all the more special for me.

There were always lots of friends around and a great sense of fun.  Normal bedtimes were set aside.  Most discipline (not that we had much) was sacrificed.  The only discipline left was more or less a self-imposed regime of safety - probably I had to be the most responsible one for my little sisters sakes.

In the present day I am unsure if things remain the same or if it is because I am an adult, my daughter certainly missed the odd firework due to playing with her friend.  The bonfire was great fun though - and they did like to sit around it with the marshmallows (early) and the sausages (later).  Of course all us grown ups enjoyed a beer or two or a glass of wine.  There was the customary libation of the “lost sausage” to the Gods of the bonfire!

But my daughter had to go and get a teddie and make up a game with her friend - the festivities did not hold centre stage.  Has the world changed?  Or did I just grow up?

1 November
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Horniman gardens - our offspring pose and the situation pretty much reflects who is “top dog”!

31 October

Samhain Shenanigens

So it is that time of year again.  I am enjoying the crispness of the cold (the novelty has not worn off yet, nor the heating bills arrived!).  The children get so excited and I have to admit to remembering the same.  I think it started out when my parents and some friends set up a sort of small scale commune in East Lothian, a little hamlet near Dunbar called Westbarns.  They managed to rent the manor house at a very preferrential rent in return for keeping the house in order.  An American family came to live there with us in a hippy subsistence sort of way.  Being American they knew how to “do” halloween and my parents joined in and it was quite an event.  I have had a taste for pumpkin pie ever since.  I can also string up currant buns, set apples for bobbing, and flour for sweet bobbing to get the suitable look afterwards.  Then there is the carving of the lanterns and the telling of the ghostly tales….

For adults it can be a warm up for Christmas in terms of learning how to please the children.  This time I was meant to have those two boys over - it was a treat arranged with them in mind.  At the last hour the young lad blew it though and threw a total tantrum.  So they have cancelled and instead my daughter has been able to invite her best friend Flora (featured in the stair slide video!).  I shall be taking them trick or treating a little later and meantime there is a pumpkin to carve…. I’m skipping the pie and apples and buns though.

Here’s a picture of the diabolical duo for you to get an idea of what the householders found on their doorsteps’ when we were out on our trick or treat expedition - it scared me anyway!

19 October
7 October

Believe it or not my daughter (only seven) came across this, it has a strong “didactic” flavour and I quite enjoyed watching it with her!  It’s about ten minutes long, and you’ll soon realise what it is like, she really likes it and I enjoyed watching it with her! 

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