Paints and stickers

I did some more dib and dab yesterday. Well it was more dab and dab actually, or splat and splat if I'm honest. First of all I covered my hands in paint and then, SPLAT! I splatted them down onto some paper; lots of little hand-prints from yours truly. Daddy's going to take it and give it to grandad when he goes to England later in the week. That will be the second piece of artwork I've given him; next time I'm going to charge.

After I'd finished painting, I dipped the brush in the goldfish tank. I didn't tell mummy I'd done this and she only noticed when she and daddy were having their tea (eating fish as it turned out). "Motts, did you dip your brush in the fish tank?" mummy asked. "No," I said, but it was pretty obvious I'd done so as the water was even cloudier than usual and the fish were pulling strange faces in the way that only paint-poisoned fish can do. Ibia cleaned them out straight away and when I looked this morning they were still alive, so it can't have done them too much harm.

Later, after we'd all eaten, I found an activity book which mummy and daddy had bought me at the weekend and I started taking the stickers out to stick on mummy's hand. It's pretty boring to just stick stickers where you're supposed to and so I stick them wherever I like, which normally tends to be where daddy doesn't like: on the fridge, on the back of his car seats, on his books. After I'd stickered mummy up nicely, I turned my attention to daddy and by the time it was my bed-time I'd completely covered one of his hands with small stickers: smileys, bees, frogs, sunshines and the like.

Mark had gone up to bed by this stage but he's too young for stickers anyway. In a worrying development though, he has started to crawl a lot more and he's now getting pretty fast. He nearly crawled himself off the settee tonight and mummy only just caught him before he nose-dived onto the marble floor. I do my best to keep an eye on him but you know what babies are like; sometimes they seem to be on a mission of self harm: any hard surface, sharp corner or dangerous object and they'll either bump into it or try to put it in their mouth. Sometimes you marvel at how mankind has advanced this far even and not snuffed itself out long ago. I shudder to think how many cavemen children must have choked to death on small rocks and mammoth bones.