concentration

the girls were off playing some mad game that involves standing with hands on hips, a bag slung over the shoulder, some random object in their hands pretending that it is a mobile phone and chatting as though they are adults interspersed with one of them running off shouting "I'll text you, ciao" before meeting up and starting all over again.

littlest boy was pottering.

and my now not really so little boy spent hours in the kitchen with me drawing, colouring, painting, colouring with pastels and drawing some more.

I really wish he could stop biting his fingernails though.