We went to an impromptu end of term party at the neighbours on Friday evening. There were only boys there apart from Ella, until some other neighbours arrived with their 6yo girl. Within 10 minutes it had turned into a war of the sexes! Which is always heaps of fun.

This is what Ella had to say about it the day after:

Ella – And we chased the boys away. And we said they were stinky! And they really were, mum! Especially one of the boys. He smelled like pie. Do you know why he smelled like pie? Because he dropped a pie on his head! And his clothes smelled like shower. Because he had a shower with his clothes on!



Yesterday afternoon I was treated to a concert that lasted probably about 2 hours with Ella being the main (read: only) performer on the loungeroom stage. She was on the microphone (one of those $2 plastic mics that slightly reverberates) and wearing a hula skirt and a glittery head dress.

I was treated to hits that flirted with genres from country to punk-rock and were announced with titles such as:

“Everything is very fun and happy”
“Everything is going wrong”
“Everything is going good”
“Everyone is happy and laughing”
“The tree rabbit”
“I love you”

That was only a small selection! The enthusiastic announcer reassured her audience regularly that the concert would go on after a one minute lunch break and then it would go on until midnight, but there’d be a short break for dinner, and it wouldn’t even stop at midnight, it would go on until morning.

I cheered and yelled “We love you Ella!” after each song for the first hour or maybe more but my enthusiasm slowly started to wane when she followed me into the kitchen when I started on dinner. By the time the steak started burning and the chips got too brown, I had to tell her I could no longer pay attention to her performance and cruelly foiled her singing marathon plans.

I wish I had filmed this because some of the lyrics were absolutely hilarious but I cannot remember them now.