F is for face painting!

Face painting is so much fun, and lets you be transformed into animals, or superheroes. So when faced with thinking up something for F, I headed to my local fancy dress shop in search of face paints. I was looking for glitter, and sparkles, as a girl can never have too much of that in her life! However this proved difficult to find, with the man behind the till asking if I was ‘a bit too old for all of that’. The cheek!! I may be 26, but as most of you know I am like Peter Pan – I never grew up. So I resisted the urge to slap him, and instead invested my hard earned pennies in a set of face painting crayons.

One of the funniest things about the alphabet challenge so far is Joe’s face when I tell him what we will be doing. And this time was no exception, as he announced that he would not be doing that (also added a swear word, but I am not going to repeat it as this is a family blog). However after a bit of light persuasion (and a few glasses of wine) he relented. Only with the promise that I wouldn’t paint his face, Bex would.

So Bex set to work, showing off her artistic skills and made me into a pretty butterfly! She then grabbed the red and black crayon to transform Joe into Judge Dread (I have no idea what that is – but that was all he would have done. I wanted him to have a butterfly to match mine!) Lastly she drew some lady birds and flowers on herself.

For a while we admired the work, and were pleased with the results. Though I soon remembered the biggest problem with face painting, the fact that even the slightest touch would result in the paint smearing. Also the effort required to get it off, with Joe still sporting red eyebrows the next day!

Coming soon more fun times for G!

E is for egg and spoon race!

The egg and spoon race was one of my favourite parts of sports day as a child. I wasn't  very good at it, as I seem to have been born without the skill of balance, but I enjoyed it anyway. So what better idea than to charge down the garden with an egg precariously balanced on a spoon for E?!

Before the challenge had even begun I was debating with mum over whether to hard boil the eggs or not. I was happy to go with not, as the whole object of the race is to get the egg over the finish line without it falling off and breaking. However my mother is very proud of her garden (the story of the stone animals and enough solar lights to attract a jumbo jet will save for another time), and the thought of me smashing an egg into her lawn filled her with dread. So she won, and the eggs were boiled.

Not filled with much confidence of beating Joe I came up with a devious plan - give Joe a smaller spoon. He was undeterred by this, saying he would still beat me anyway. After two races down the grass he was correct, as I managed to drop my egg in exactly the same place both times. Joe on the other hand made it to the finish line with his egg in one piece. Not to be bitter or anything, but I am sure he cheated. Just like the other kids at school always cheated (or so I tell myself to justify the fact that I always came last.)

Well, letter E was eggs-cellent (sorry), and I look forward to moving on to F!