Showing posts with label joie de vivre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joie de vivre. Show all posts

Monday, 16 December 2013

Luka Age 5

On a very windy walk home from school Luka said, "I think someone is playing the flute and making the wind dance."

Luka Age 4

Luka: "When Amy cut my hair and I looked in the mirror I thought I looked like a rock star."

Luka Age 6

We had spent a lovely week in our friends cottage in Ireland, screen free. On our way home Luka said, "When I get home I'm going to run over and give the telly a big cuddle."

Sunday, 15 December 2013

Luka Age 4

We were out walking in Callander. Luka said: "We're in a stumble-trip forest."

Luka Age 4

On our way to the beach in France Luka says, "I'm going to make a massive medium castle for a crab king and an ant princess."

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

Luka Age 4

On our summer holidays Luka asked for the millionth time "What are we doing tomorrow?". I answered, "Tomorrow we do nothing, we are going to relax"
Luka replied, "No way, it's party time!"

Luka age 7

Me and Luka were having a wee snuggly cuddle before his bedtime when he said, "This is the greatest part of my life." :-)

Luka age 7

It was 5 degrees C outside on a winter morning and Luka comes out of the house and says "Wow, it is sooooo hot!" I think he is now #officiallyscottish

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Luka age 3

"The first time Amy cut my hair I looked like a rock star"

Luka age 3

Luka spotted a twig that had fallen across a small stream. "Look, Mum! A bridge for caterpillars."

Wednesday, 30 November 2011



Leah age 4

After reciting the alphabet for the first time she smiled and said, “That’s amazing! Imagine you had done that when you were a little girl!”

Luka age 5
There was a flock of birds swooping over trees in the distance. Luka said “Those birds are being really kind-I think they’re making a picture for us.”

Leah age 3

"It's the pot of gold makes the rainbow shine"

Tuesday, 29 November 2011


Luka age 4


“Mummy, I’ve got lots of poo! They’re getting in a line behind the daddy poo waiting to come out”