Back to Little School

Another year of little school started today for Caleb. He attends Wednesday through to Friday and has a bigger class this year. His three friends from 2008 have moved onto Prep so it is a whole new adventure this year.


Caleb picked his new backpack - another edition of Thomas with his lunchbox attached. Don't you love new things for a new year!?!

My little spunk muffin was so excited waiting for the bus. Kept asking if it was here yet, even though he was standing on the driveway with a clear view! It pulled up outside our house just before 8am and he was in his seat faster than I could say 'have a good day, I love you!'

I think he will be a very tired little boy this afternoon after all the excitement.

A Preppie

Yesterday my nephew Campbell started his formal education. He was looking forward to starting Prep and here he shows off his new school uniform. Little brother Finn looks pretty happy also, hmmm, maybe cause he is getting rid of big brother five days a week! Grandma looked at the photo and sighed. 'I remember when he was just a little baby . . . '

Good luck young man, enjoy your first school year and keep your hat on!

parks

Have had a few park play dates recently. Checked out an upgrade to a park in Carindale with Kerry, Riley and Chloe. Very busy and quite warm. Nice park though.



Met up with Caleb's friend from little school and his family at a park in the Mt Gravatt area. Lachlan (green shirt) and his brother played happily in a great shaded park - fantastic in the morning but I reckon the afternoon sun might be a killer. Us four parents talked and played.

Zali monitored the boys from a distance and climbed over mounds and had fun being pushed on the swings with Daddy.

Enjoy your Australia Day weekend. Gee it is good to be an Australian!

JJ

Had a fantastic morning catching up with my sweet friend Jill. She is visiting for a week or so and we had breakky and talked and talked and talked. She is *such* a nice person, she understands me and is understanding, we lift each other at differing times of need, we laugh together. Jill - I am truly grateful to have you in my life, you are a wonderful woman.

3Mth

My precious little poppet is three months old. Cripes. He is such a sweet little boy, very smiley and a good cuddler. He very happily sat in his pram checking out things at Carindale this morning before falling asleep while the rest of us had morning tea. His favourite time of the day is no-boots/no-nappy time - he is free as a bird! (other than cuddles with his Mummy of course!). I totally love him!

Scrapes

Today was pretty nuts. The husband had to be at work before 6.30am to drive out of town for work - and didn't get back until 9ishpm! Grandma left for work at 6.30am. First thing on my mind when I was woken by a little boy at 5.03am asking me when I was going to be going downstairs . . . cup of tea. Then . . . do one thing at a time.

With the three kids dressed and fed and slept (Griffy!) we got to kindy at a reasonable time to drop Z off. The boys and I went to Spotlight to purchase some fun crafty things for craft adventures on a no-kindy day. While getting out the pram Caleb was running up and down the sloping path . . . and . . . wait for it . . . you can guess, can't you! . . . he came a guttser and skinned, bruised and hurt both knees, an elbow and his pride.

Mid-way through our *short* shopping experience Caleb wanted to go to the toilet. I asked a *friendly* staff member to keep my stuff at the counter until I came back - sheesh lady, sorry for interrupting your day! Trying to exit the toilet, pulling on a heavy door, Caleb jammed his fingers when said heavy door was shutting cause it was . . . too heavy. Oh lord. Now it was 'pick which part of Caleb hasn't been hurt yet'.

Anyhoo, we all had a lovely sleep in the air-con after watching Dora, and Mummy getting a cappuccino (to inject! oops, think don't say think don't say!).

Right now all my precious little poppets are sound asleep. I have just finished my dinner and have come in here to pretend I have some spare time before my smallest little poppet wakes for his late night snack.

Have a rockin Thursday!

Long Day

Yesterday was a long day at hospital with Caleb. Another round of botox with the addition of injections in his right arm - his thumb and between his elbow and wrist. He behaved really well and 'performed' for all the therapists and doctors as they poked and played and prodded and twisted and felt and played and videotaped and talked and played. We waited for the different appointments, waited to get into the day procedure ward for our bed, waited for our slot on the injecting list and waited for the hour afterwards (for food, drink and observations).

Did I mention we all had to fast - can't eat in front of Caleb when he is hungry and cannot satisfy his hungry little belly. Straight into the parents lounge for cup of tea and some tucker when he was in theatre - need some strength before I pass out.

On the way home we picked up Zali who was tired (stroppy) as her kindy week ended. Griffy was tired due to his little naps (cause he kept getting disturbed from loud noises everywhere). He also pooed all day. I ran out of nappies. Thankfully the last nasty-filled nappy happened just before some friends headed home - we had ward beds next to each other - thanks Angie for giving us a nappy! He pooed in this borrowed-and-large nappy in the car and had another change as soon as we walked in the door. Honestly.

Everyone was knackered. I fell asleep watching TV.

The best part about being woken at 4.40am this morning (need to look for positives!!), it was actually cool. Love the cool, don't love the heat.

Enjoy your weekend!

Wagon

Those so called 'much-loved' ratbags drove me nuts today. After having a lot of attention and being spoiled at Nan & Pop's place, the ratbags had me fuming a number of times today. They are tired, they want attention and cuddles and reassurance, they want to do as they please, they don't want to wait for Bubby Biff to settle before informing me of their demands. On. The. Edge.

On her Fallen Off The Wagon show today, Oprah said things went pear-shaped when her life didn't have balance. I hear you Oprah, again I say, through my teeth . . . . On. The. Edge.

Currently . .

my three (very much loved) ratbags look like this! it is a wonder any of them are looking at the camera, you see, dora the explorer was on tv. hmpf, priorities!

Perception

A bright and cheery good morning on this marvellous January morning. January 2009 - can you believe it? Crikey I hope this year doesn't go as fast as 2008, that was a ride and a half.


On Wednesday I was at the Carindale Shopping Centre. A few of my observations . . .


Waiting in the doctor's rooms a little girl, with an older lady (perhaps Grandma or equivalent), had a small digital camera. She was having fun playing with it. She asked numerous times for the lady to take photos of her, she just loved seeing herself on the little LCD screen. The little girl took photos of the lady and when she showed her work the lady said 'oh no, delete that, it is too close, it is awful'. It didn't matter what the photo of the little girl looked like, she loved seeing herself. I don't think it would have mattered what the photo of the lady was like, she would not have liked it. Which led to my thinking . . . our younger selves have innocent ideas and only fun in their hearts. We get older, we get critical, we get unhappy with what we see. That was quite a light bulb moment. Shame our perception of ourselves has to change into the negative. I think I will work on that this year. Do you have any personal goals for 2009?


Walking towards the car I went past another couple heading in. She was a regular lass. He was a large, cuddly, large man. Just in case we didn't realise this fact, he kindly helped out with his shirt ... saying ... Big Dude. I had to laugh.


I think that is something else I could work on this year, I need to laugh more.