tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30750822009-07-30T20:50:40.141ZGemma & Liv's BlogBits of news since July 2001gregnoreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-42776103610953644882007-11-10T18:55:00.000Z2007-11-10T18:58:31.951ZFoxy and Kitty are over, and we've bribed out way to a silence of sort with El Dorado.gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-40705679272448215682007-07-05T21:15:00.001Z2007-07-05T21:15:56.559ZGemma and Liv are counting the days until Gabrielle and Sofia come to town.gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-85306849011250589442007-06-04T22:18:00.000Z2007-06-04T22:24:23.202ZWent to Hayward on Sunday to see the Antony Gormley show.gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1140735185640391222006-02-23T22:46:00.000Z2006-02-23T23:13:28.890ZHalf-term was bookended a few days later with a long weekend in Paris. First night in and the girls were in bed, all comfy and quiet, by midnight, so that was a result. On Thursday we bundled onto the 69 bus which crawled/sped its way through town to the Eiffel Tower, so of course, we obliged. Mad Hatter Tea rides? Flying Dumbos in the air? Cutting edge, in that 50s kind of way, amusement park gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1139762620221412602006-02-12T16:43:00.000Z2006-02-23T22:45:46.270ZKicked off Gemma's first half-term with a weekend with Fred and Harry in Stroud. Went of a stroll on the countryside, recorded a few demos on Garageband and had a Gemma/Harry sleepover in the bunkbed.gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1132921539084730392005-11-25T12:22:00.000Z2005-11-25T12:48:49.686ZThe howlin' winds are upon us, and so new coats are on the girls.gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1132873130062468082005-11-24T22:50:00.000Z2005-11-25T12:48:09.700ZNo one lurves a satsuma like Liv; they are the new black. Plop one in front of her, turn your back for a sec, and it's peeled and steamrollered into her mouth. Earlier this week she wolfed down five one day and now they're kept out of sight.gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1131664022015502582005-11-10T23:04:00.000Z2005-11-10T23:07:02.026ZGemma, Liv and I had an extensive slo-mo dance to Music for Airports tonight. The power of imitation and coordinated movements calmed the joint down and was a nice transition to bedtime.gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1130887398672702992005-10-31T20:55:00.000Z2005-11-01T23:32:44.470ZGemma and Liv capitalised on Mark's knee operation by hitting Kensington-by-the-Sea, home of one of the UK's best fish and chips shops (sampled, can't disagree) Europe's largest poetry festival (who knew? And who counts?) a pretty, pebbly beach Mark's borrowed house for a week or soPity was in short supply as we shuffled Mark and down the high street and onto wobbly surfaces, but we all found gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1125524306441896522005-08-31T21:34:00.000Z2005-08-31T21:38:26.446ZGemma held a discussion about seasons today, declaring that winter, followed by autumn, are her favourites. Summer falls down the list because the sun is too bright. We agreed the best things about winter are: Christmas Going to Montreal to see friends and family Playing in the snow Skating Skiing Having winter food The bluest blue skies of the year Bundling up inside Snowballsgregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1125524795334898052005-08-29T22:39:00.000Z2005-09-04T13:33:23.510ZA Bank holiday weekend, and a social one at that for the girls. Kingsley, Freddy and Harry barrelled into town for a couple of nights, with a little sport action on TV during the day. The lads are all in good form, and particularly good humoured with the clamouring for attention from Gemma and Liv.Todler Isaac turned two so it was off to see him and family on Sunday for some celebration and gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1122929287306664892005-08-01T20:38:00.000Z2005-08-01T20:48:07.316ZThe gals went if for some "lifestyle" sports today, with a couple of firsts: Gemma took her first tennis lesson. Lots of hopping around, not a lot of sweet spot connecting, presumably fun. And later in the day she got her first bike (slightly overdue birthday present), and hence, her first bike ride. Liv used the tennis time to go for a splash.gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1118354044970891702005-06-09T21:41:00.000Z2005-06-09T21:54:26.080ZLiv's expanding vocabulary:The quiddity of birds gets translated into "duck"Cat: ditto, any smallish animal with furClock: a couple of hands, it ticks, markers for every 5 minutes...it's peggedgregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1116182916567696422005-05-15T18:31:00.000Z2005-05-15T18:54:53.996Z"Let's talk about my days on the 'puter" said Gemma. "OK. you talk, and I'll type.""I have a finger out; what can we do with my finger? I want to do something with my finger". It hovered over the keyboard."I'll type, it'll be faster. What did you do today?""Had breakfast and had my milk, and then go to the gym.""What did you do at the gym?""I went swimming, on the slide, did some paddling, playedgregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1116151378148530992005-05-14T10:01:00.000Z2005-05-15T18:50:34.840ZGemma's Word of the Day/Week/Month: Why?gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1115317999594759432005-05-05T18:20:00.000Z2005-05-05T18:41:09.733Z"What I did today" by Gemma, as dictated to your tireless correspondent:"I woke up and I had breakfast, I had my milk, I got dressed and then I go (sic) to school. I played a game, made a story when someone read to us. After school I came home, had lunch and then I went to a gym with Liv and Mummy. I played at the gym: cars, houses, putting clothes on dolls. Then I went to Foxy's and played theregregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1114556580826396952005-04-26T22:30:00.000Z2005-04-26T23:24:17.043ZSurfing seniors are a good thing, one guesses. In our family's case we can rest easy knowing publishers of anything that combines Scotland, the monarchy and/or 20th C military history can meet any site traffic targets they have. Book, travel, flight arrival schedules and weather sites also get a look in, and fat photo files wing their way from one broadband person to another. Sometimes the odd gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1113344179380187012005-04-12T22:09:00.000Z2005-04-12T22:16:19.380Zgregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1093885351161805912004-08-30T17:02:00.000Z2004-08-30T23:28:03.390ZNo, no, no. For someone so smiley and happy, Liv's adoption of a firm head shake to suggest she doesn't want to do something has been unexpected. When it's applied to cut off more food, it's even more surprising. gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1091371575393488272004-08-01T14:46:00.000Z2004-08-02T00:05:55.236ZSummer has finally kicked in, and with it, Gemma's increasingly nuanced expectations on what she should be doing. It's no longer enough to decide to go to the park; now which park is the equally important question. With rapidly expanded vocabulary in tow, her latent bossiness potential is being exploited.
Meanwhile Liv is bursting to bust a move. An embryonic bum shuffle, combined with rolling, gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1088375357476271602004-06-27T21:57:00.000Z2004-06-27T22:29:17.476ZOur first four person family vacation is behind us (not including trips to see grandparents) with a successful jaunt to Crete. Pools, beaches, spacious enough accommodations, remote controlled air conditioning, incomprehensible commentary during Euro 2004 matches and hot weather far outweighed the local market cartel prohibiting non-Greek wines and, arguably, a certain been-there-done-that to thegregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1086019640531035712004-05-31T15:54:00.000Z2004-06-27T21:57:12.146ZGemma and I scooted over the Thames today to visit one of the planets new inhabitants, Erik and Steph's son Jack. A bruising 10 pound 4 ouncer at birth, lil' Rusty's settling into a good eat and sleep routine, it would seem, and all's pretty calm for first time parents.
While some ferocious tennis was played yesterday afternoon, the Gemma, Liv and Lucy girls and mothers hung out at the flat, gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1085472414456975922004-05-25T07:48:00.000Z2004-05-25T19:44:02.840ZRolling has become a semi-regular Liv activity; she doesn't always know what to do with that pesky arm which prevents a fluid flip, but a 75% turn puts the world in a new perspective.
Gemma's future web surfing gets a boost this week with the first class photos. The painting, dancing, reading and behaving routine from school continues, with a tight knit group of friends forming the basis for gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1082320678887010742004-04-18T20:27:00.000Z2004-04-18T20:41:54.700ZLiv turned six months old today, and Gemma and Kathy's combined kitchen prowess resulted in a couple of lemon cakes. Isaac, Paul and Jenn came over for a late, lazy lunch. A Moroccan leg of lamb barbecue required rain-induced emergency tranfer to the oven, but with more sympathetic weather (and Cuban style steaks) Friday night, this weekend marks the first outdoor grilling of the season.
gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3075082.post-1082066589483946612004-04-15T20:07:00.000Z2004-04-15T22:31:56.403ZWhat a load of firsts: food, family, flights... tardy updates mean a bit more news.
Liv's had her first bits of solid food, and laps it up enough, although not a) as much as Gemma did, or b) enough to quell those midnight feeds. So the pounds are packing and she's reached the 15 pound mark in about, oooh, 10 months less than in took her sister. At around the same time she's been having her gregnoreply@blogger.com