Little T loves tea parties, whether it’s pretend or real. Last Thursday she had her first ever real tea-party when her lovely grandparents celebrated their Diamond Wedding anniversary at the 18th century old Inn at Woburn.
There’s my three-year-old looking like a little lady out for a grown-ups tea-party. Never mind if her toys were also on the table, after all the invitation didn’t exactly say “No toys allowed“.
Little T waiting to be served.
And thank goodness, the little Madam was served before a full-blown whinge commenced. She especially loved the strawberry slices, which she ever-so-politely asked the other guests if she could have their share too. Good thing they were all lovely and were game enough to share.
After she finished all her little sandwiches, cakes and strawberry slices. I actually had to take her out of the room before she started acting like a little sod, err… I meant, like a three-year-old.
So we went to the next room which was thankfully empty and there we played hide-and-seek and as you can see from the photos, she wasn’t so good at it.
“You can’t see me mummy!” She said.
And when she got tired of hiding, she twirled around and around and around.
Little T then exclaimed, “I love tea-parties!”
As for me, I’m just so relieved that we didn’t suffer any major melt-down in front of my in-laws and their friends. They all commented on how beautiful and well-behaved she was, not knowing that there were a lot of threats and hissing on my part.
The again, as I was choosing photos for this post, I suddenly realised now that there’s hardly any trace of my baby there. Where has she gone? What I have instead is a three-year-old who loves anything pink, twirling in pink dresses and attending tea-parties. How did that happen?
This post is linked up with PODcast’s What’s the Story.
And The Oliver’s Madhouse
Hope the weather is better for all of us here in England.
As for the rest of you guys, do have a lovely week ahead!