Haircut

On Saturday we went to Bluet's English phonics class. After that we headed for haircuts, and then, as it been raining quite a lot recently, we took advantage of a dry spell and ate outside.



As you can see Ilona gave a masterclass in how to eat spaghetti bolognese.



And ice cream



And then she slept on the bus on the way home

Another scorcher

Last weekend was almost as hot as the previous one. Anyway, on Saturday Bluet and Ilona had their hair cut (Ilona for the first ever time) and then on Sunday some friends came for brunch. Not as desperate a need to cool down in the river, but we did get the paddling pool out.

So here is Ilona playing in some sand at Sihl City

And here is Ilona at Sihl City another day (Saturday) post first haircut. Note plait

And here is Bluet at her playgroup, which she went to for the last time last week, as when the school year resumes she will be going to kindergarten every morning. She liked her playgroup (ever day she asks what day it is, and what we do on that day, except Tuesday and Thursday 'I go to playgroup' and Saturday and Sunday she plays with Mama and Dadn), so I expect she will like kindergarten just as much.

Just before we had visitors with kids we moved extra tables and chairs into the garden, including Bluet's painting table. Which went down a treat.

And as a treat, here is a happy Ilona the other morning,

So tomorrow we fly to Missouri. So the next post will be from there. (Today Maria and Andrew made a flying visit to Zurich, one night on their way to somewhere else, which was fun but all too brief. Too brief for photos, anyway. I didn't even get a picture of Bluet covered in spaghetti from her spaghetti and meatballs from spaghetti factory

Bon voyage!

Sunday Sunday

So the weekend before we 'went to Italy', you may remember Gran Helen came to visit. On the Sunday we took the tram into town, down by the lake, to let the kids play in the water. You won't believe that this isn't a real beach!

Well. obviously this isn't the beach, but it is close by

So there you have it, a Swiss beach. The only thing to distinguish the Swiss beach from a real one was the lack of amusement arcade, pier or Fish and Chips. Therefore we promised Bluet lunch at a restaurant that we had never been to. but that specialises in her favourite food - The Spaghetti Factory. Needless to say it was a great success-




After lunch, Ilona fell asleep in her pram, and we decided to walk home from the city centre along the river......

And then up the hill to our house via the grape vines

The next day it was time for Gran Helen to head home by aeroplane, not the airship pictured. We took her most of the way to the airport, and then a delightful visit was over.