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.

Sorry

. . . that I have been neglectful. Half of me is always trying to catch up on something and the other half is trying to slow down and breathe.

I will share some cuteness (I adore him!).

not

I am not having a lot of computer time lately and I am not getting through my to-do lists at all. Sadly my bloggies are lacking and, oh no, just realised I have to go and fill in Caleb's therapy homework book for tomorrow morning - doh! He is taking part in a study at the Royal Children's, cripes, remind me to tell you about it later. Here he is the other week getting a cast. It was only on for one week and I ripped it off last Monday night ready for his first group therapy. Ok. Have a good one.

Belated

A (sincere apologies for a belated)
big birthday wish
for my dearest sister, Sheree.

My chocie-birthday-cake-eating sister
celebrated another year older in July.

She is a treasure!

Love you darhl!

Enjoy being, erm, a little older for the whole year.

Kiss Kiss.

Amy is 2

Amy had her second birthday week before last (I think). Time is something that I cannot seem to get a grip of lately. Anyway, here are a few shots:

The birthday girl

Her baby sister Matilda, erm, nearly 4 months (?)

All the girls got fairy wings and the boys got bug catchers. Pretty cool.

Caleb learned to conquer the largest climbing 'boulder'.

Hope you enjoy being a big 2 year old Miss Amy!