Getting it all wrong.

That's me - getting it wrong by the way, at least as far as M is concerned.  This afternoon, as A is rather stressed and overworked getting ready for his 24 hour trip to Rome (he's leaving in the middle of the night tonight and getting back in the middle of the night tomorrow!), and there was a crafty activity on at our newly re-opened library (yes, on a Sunday!), K, M and I went along to check it out. 
There were good bits and bad bits about the trip this afternoon, although by the time we got home if you'd asked M she would certainly have concentrated on the bad bits.

Good things

Bad things

We met up with friends there

I hadn't checked the time, so we were
rather rushed doing the craft

They made some lovely 3D butterflies

The girls claim they asked me to look
after their butterflies, I was unaware of
this, so we came home without them.

We went to the park with the friends we
met up with (K & A) and the girls had
fun building snowmen.

Then, while my K carried on with her
creation, M, K & A had a snowball fight.

I accidentally hit M in the eye
with a snowball.

 

Unfortunately it always seems to be the bad bits that stick in the mind.  Ho hum!

M & A finishing off their snow creation.

A posing with the finished article.

K's Snow Dobby!

A couple of episodes of Walking With Beasts and a drink of hot chocolate later and all was well once more, so we had a couple more chapters of Harry Potter.  Then for tea, K wanted 'something more than just sandwich-y stuff', so with a bit of help made a cheese and ham omelette for herself and M.  The day was finished off with some More William with daddy before he gets a very early night to get up to head off to Rome and stupid o'clock.  So all in all, I don't think we got it all wrong after all.