Wonderful

I just found out some *wonderful* news from a friend. I am over the moon! Very exciting. Excellent excellent stuff. Wahoo! Big hugs to you!

Can't Quite . . .

reach . . . need water . . . stretching up on tippies . . . doh!

Yesterday we had a fun play at the park - just to make sure everyone was tuckered out and ready for a good sleep. Park wasn't real busy and the kids ran around madly getting dusty and barky and filthy. As you do.

Washing

Lots of washing today. A couple of loads of clothes and stuff - Grandma did most of that. Up at 5am, as usual, for the markets adventure. I went to the gym for a quick 'session' . . . and even though I was pretty scared, I . . . rode my bike there! Gulp. It was all good though and I will be doing it again, felt like a bit of a kid racing down the hill . . . weeeeeeee.

KMart was the next adventure (after a very nice shower and fresh clothes) to purchase Zali some sneakers and a bike and socks and things. She picked out a fun pair of Dora sneakers and has been traipsing around the house with them still tied up with the elastic.

I made an *awesome* fruit salad for lunch. The Mango Man was back at the markets so we indulged ourselves with our 'first of the season'. Cutting up and sharing a mango - jeez, that takes every ounce of goodness in me - I find it hard to share that sweet ball of yummo! Zali says 'mmm, I like that mango!' Hmpf. She has already taken an interest in my kiwi fruit bowl. Sharing is *so* overrated.

After a nap, it was time to get wet and dirty. We hosed down our windows to clean up after the almighty dust storm. The fun part was pretending to spray the kids with the hose as they watched from inside the window/glass doors - they ran away giggling . . . Sadly with our run of droughty-type weather the kidlets hardly even know what a hose is!

The little angels came outside and we all washed the cars. They enjoyed being 'good helpers', splashing around on the wet cement and a finishing treat of getting in the front seat to move the cars back in the garage.

Dinner was made as Zali drew pictures and Caleb set up a truck stop. Made a quick cheese and bacon pizza and did a bewt rump and vegetable stir fry.

The weekend went a little too fast!

Sat-er-day

Caleb recently finished a six week therapy project following his last Botox injections, a project with the Royal Children's Hospital researching Individual Vs Group therapy. Caleb was plucked out to participate in the group - which was great as the company of other kids made the whole thing much more fun. He got a special shirt to wear . . . with a big smiley face on it!

I managed a few (dodgy) snaps at the last session. The kids occasionally were treated to a wall climb at the close of the morning - not sure if Caleb was sleeping upright or clowning around.



Griffy watched on while the group played Balloon Tennis - every one's favourite game.

One of the boys uses walking sticks . . . Griff was intrigued . . .

At eleven months and one day, the Biff-meister had his first ice cream cone. It was a winner with his sore little gums and nasty budding teeth. Not so much a winner with his clothes, the high chair or anything/one in the vicinity. His little red cheeks and nose was from being emerged in the freezing ice cream. He likey.

Looking at a toy brochure sitting next to me - up the top corner it screams '12 weeks to Christmas'. Cripes.

Hope the dust is settling at your place!

Always Dirty

Always always always Patrick Swayze will be Dirty Dancing. One of my all time favourite movies.

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Need Air

To say I have had a challenging weekend would be an understatement. An example is these two short but frustrating sentences Caleb and Zali 'informed' me this afternoon, one after the other . . .

Mum, I want you to stay on the trampoline.
Mum, I want you to hop off the trampoline.
All the while an unwell Mr Biff wiped his snotty nose all over me.

Before this they were chasing me around the house (chasing cause I was walking away trying to escape for some air) arguing whose Mother I was.

She is MY Mother. No. She is MY Mother. No she's not, she's MY MOTHER. Nooooo, MINE. And on. And on. And on.

I have just finished my cup of tea and a frosted granny apple in complete silence. Now it is time to go and get a little sleep before my unwell baby wakes again. Will start a fresh day tomorrow.

rolling

In the exact same spot as the attempted 'swide' down the hill, this afternoon on the way home from Kindy they both sat down to try again. Not to worry, rolling down this concrete path was the chosen experience for the day. After a few awkward rolls they hopped up and continued to weeeeeee down the path on foot. Phew.

Honestly

Around 3pm this afternoon, I was being pulled in different directions. Caleb wanted to play and Griff wanted to sleep. I wanted a nap.

I suggested to Caleb we walk to kindy to get Zali - this way he has some fresh air and exhaustion in walking, wee Biffy can have a wee nap in the pram and Zali can have her last bit of ooomph walked out of her.

Cause Caleb was tired (ie no nap or rest) and his attention to anything was minimal, we had a 'moment' after he walked into a tree. It was a pointy and sharp bundle of branches after being recently trimmed back - great tree to pick! He now has a large scratch up his cheek which stops squillimillimetres from his eye. Lucky eye!

He picked up slightly on the way back, having to show off that he had already walked the track and proceeded to tell Zali all the tidbits I had explained to him on the way over, in answer to his constant questions.

We started walking down a small hill, Caleb was saying calling out 'weeeeeeeeeeee'. Next thing he is sitting on the ground.

'Muuummmmmmmmm, I can't swide! Why can't I swide?'

For the uneducated, swide is slide with an unloved L.

He decided the sloping hill might be fun to slide down. However his over-excited little bottom sat very still on the concrete path. It wasn't going to happen. I had to laugh at the innocent little nutbag face staring back at me in bewilderment. My thoughts were 'Are you freakin kidding me?' However I replied with 'No honey, you can't slide down a concrete path'.

'oh' he replied.

The other little innocent nutbag proceeded to drop her little bottom on the path also, 'Muuuummmmm, I can't swide!'

I am sure even Griff was starting to laugh now.

Nutter

I can't remember if I have put this one up yet. Obviously scrolling back through my squillions (not!) of recent posts will over-exert my pointer finger. This little pic was taken by Janene as we were heading home after Amy's party. They were tired so I had to tickle to get a response. I think this photo is pretty good proof that my kids are nutbags. Not sure where they get that from.

Firstly, I should say that no child was hurt in the making of these next photos. However I may be fibbing. There *may* have been a tiny bit of hurt, but, as Mummy clearly explained that pulling the back handle of the Pooh bike wasn't a good idea, the little Miss still didn't understand/listen/care.

As I look at these pictures in sequence I cannot help but laugh. Out loud. It was awesome to catch this 'event' at the most perfect time (except No. 2 shot should have been the 'initial tug'). Honestly. Every time I look at these, I still laugh.

It goes like this:

1. Chatter chatter chatter to Bubby Griff sitting next to the Pooh bike.

2. Hands twinkle along and secure themselves on the back handle.

3. Warning of potential danger from extremely wise and intelligent Mummy.

4. Whatev! Force exerted upwards on handle.

5. Clunk.

6. Owwwww.

Even previewing the post just now, I sniggered.