Stuart Gets More Than He Signed Up For In The Guest Bedroom

Grannie, Grandpa and Stuart (my dad's mother, father and brother respectively) are up to stay with us for a few days.

As ever, Maia was not overcome with shyness, and has been charming one and all. Grandpa set about reading Winnie-The-Pooh to Maia pretty soon after arriving and, of course, got all the voices right. (Though I enjoy reading W-T-P, I feel a bit of a fraud sometimes. I remember Grandpa reading them to me, and it sounds wrong when I do it.)

Stuart and Maia seemed to get on fine, but nothing in the evening indicated just how comfortable with him she had become.

About 2 am, Maia padded through to the guest room, where Noonah normally sleeps, and appeared at the side of the bed. Stuart, not wanting to upset Maia, gently told her that it wasn't Noonah tonight. But Maia didn't mind one jot. She scrambled up the side of the bed and snuggled down. She proceeded to kick, wriggle and squirm her way through the night.

I don't think Stuart minded one bit. In fact, he seemed to think the whole thing very sweet, and told us about it this morning with a soppy grin on his face.

Your Words Are Boring. Maia's Words Are Better

The latest in a long line of inventive, funny, or just plain odd names that Maia has for things is punder-punder.

What is a punder-punder, I hear you say?

Well, here's a hint...

You put boobies in it.

:)

The Great Art Give-Away

After a bit of an art avalanche in Maia's room yesterday I have decided to Share The Love.

That's right folks - if you would like some of Maia's very own, unique, handcrafted art pieces, then send me an email (ericajane@pinacolada.co.uk) and let me know the postal address to send them to.

A brief description of some of her work...

The Artist Currently Known As Maia tends to work mostly in the medium of glitter paint, poster paint and crayon. She prefers brushes, fingers and occasionally toes to create her unique and evocative pieces. My especial favourite is Sailing Ship on an Angry Sea. Or.... wait...that is Cat with Bird, or is it the moving, Rothko-esque, Brown Splodge?

Who can tell?

Anyway, if you want some, mail me.