Hello there poppets! / L Plate Mama

Sand encrusted plastic construction vehicles, cricket stumps and pansies greet visitors on my porch. On my entrance table is a Spiderman DVD case, keeping the company of a papermache icecream in a paper waffle cone.  There are dinosaurs in my laundry, broken goggles on the washing machine. Cogs, cables and metal innards have been abandoned on the rug; reminants of the new-tech spinning top milarkee. Captain America has fallen in battle beside the bookshelf in the hall. On the top of bookshelf is a misshapen pottery Christmas tree, overlooked in the post-yuletide clear up, and a set of baby-sign cards that haven't been needed for 3 years. A polar bear captain with his pirate cat firstmate reign in the bathtub. Foam bullets can be found under every conceivable piece of furniture, testimizing my capitulation to indoor warfare.  In an usual display of collaboration a duplo, wooden block and magnet city has risen in the front room, with tiny rooms packe...