Count Stella

I'm always surprised by the power of a firmly delivered, "One..." 


Nine times out of ten, it's enough to make the four-year-old leap up from what she's being distracted by to attend to what I've asked her to do. Usually several times. And which she has ignored. Until she hears that fear-inducing "One..."

If I get to "Two..." then things are really serious. 

Of course, it's a bit harder to remain serious when the "One" and "Two" are followed by a sweet little "Thwee-four-fi-sickie..." from across the room.

Lots of people start blogs as a way of keeping in touch with friends and family back home. Now that we've moved, there are a few doting aunties missing their regular dose of LolaPearlStella. This is for you. You know who you are. For everyone else, apologies for the shameless mummy-pride moment above.