Well, Foal has finally progressed to shoelaces! I know, he’s 8 (nearly 9) and really should have passed that milestone years ago but (and I stress the but) he’s very stubborn. We’re talking about a child who is an angel at school and then has the massive possibility of turning into a demon at home.
He’s the same child who takes most of winter to convince to wear a jumper and the same child who takes the most of summer to get out of it.
Anyway, he finally decided that he did not want to be the last one in his class still wearing velcro-tab shoes! (Bonus!!! Especially since his shoes were already falling apart and we haven’t even reached the end of the first term yet)
So, we bought him shoes with shoelaces. Then he had to learn how to tie them. I’m a girl, so I was taught to make a cross, tie, then make butterfly wings and then cross and tie them. I showed him the same way. He almost fell over he was laughing so hard!
Him: I can’t make butterfly wings.
Me: Yes. You can, it’s not that hard.
Him: No, I’m not calling them that. What about bunny ears?
Me: I guess that works too...
So we did. He’s pretty much got the hang of tying shoelace. Now he just needs to work on undoing them. Guess what massive knots I’m off to undo…
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
Sunday, 10 April 2011
10 things I want a bored scientist to research
Scientists get paid ridiculous amounts of money to research “stuff”. Some projects are worthwhile, some are fantastic and the rest? Well, they’re just a waste of money. Just in case, those scientists run out of potentially stupid projects, Here’s my list of suggestions:
What is the exact purpose of head lice exist? See my previous post.
Why do mosquitos exist? Again, I’d like to know their exact purpose and how they benefit the planet.
Why do mosquitos make that sound? You know, when they’re about to launch an attack. They'd be more successful if they were quiet.
How can one cicada sit outside my window and make so much noise? If it is to drive me crazy, it’s working.
Why does a 2 cm wide spider think it can take me on and win? Especially when I am actually trying to relocate it and it starts jumping at me. I have a shoe and will use it.
Why do spiders spin their web in a walkway? After the 10th person has walked through the web, doing the spider web dance, the spider should work out that maybe it should move.
Why do ants think they are welcome to set up home in my bathroom? There is no food in there, just water and cleaning stuff.
Why do flies appear as soon as human food appears? There aren’t any here yet but as soon as I start dinner, they’ll turn up, begging to come in.
Why don’t flies get the hint until the fly spray shows up? I just have to put the can on the counter and they disappear.
Why am I pre-occupied with bugs? Again, see my previous post…
What is the exact purpose of head lice exist? See my previous post.
Why do mosquitos exist? Again, I’d like to know their exact purpose and how they benefit the planet.
Why do mosquitos make that sound? You know, when they’re about to launch an attack. They'd be more successful if they were quiet.
How can one cicada sit outside my window and make so much noise? If it is to drive me crazy, it’s working.
Why does a 2 cm wide spider think it can take me on and win? Especially when I am actually trying to relocate it and it starts jumping at me. I have a shoe and will use it.
Why do spiders spin their web in a walkway? After the 10th person has walked through the web, doing the spider web dance, the spider should work out that maybe it should move.
Why do ants think they are welcome to set up home in my bathroom? There is no food in there, just water and cleaning stuff.
Why do flies appear as soon as human food appears? There aren’t any here yet but as soon as I start dinner, they’ll turn up, begging to come in.
Why don’t flies get the hint until the fly spray shows up? I just have to put the can on the counter and they disappear.
Why am I pre-occupied with bugs? Again, see my previous post…
Saturday, 9 April 2011
War on Bugs!
So… What did you do today? Even if it was watching paint dry, or the grass grow, I bet it was more fun than what I did. I had the wonderful maternal task of delousing the boys. (Why is it the mum’s job? Because it’s the dad’s job to polish the car.)
It always starts with the note sent home from school. You know, the one that starts, “Dear Parent / Caregiver, The presence of head lice has been detected in your child’s class…” I’m normally pretty diligent but with the weather cooling down, I figured I could take a break. And in my defence, I hadn’t seen any for quite a few months.
According to the information, there’s no need to rush around vacuuming and washing bedding because they don’t live for long but nobody seemed to know exactly how long. Do you know how long lice can survive away from the warmth of its host? I do because I did an experiment a few years back. I managed to ‘rescue a pair’ who were too busy playing with each other to notice that they had been relocated to a plastic cup. They survived for at least 24 hours. I reckon that’s more than enough time to hide and wait on pillows, chairs, hairbrushes and hats!
With the eldest being in school and day-care for over a decade, I am not a stranger to these bugs. And naturally, I’ve tried nearly every product that is available. Countless shampoos (both natural and chemical), that really cool zapper comb that promises to zap any bug it comes into contact with (until it choked on Pup’s hair and promptly quit its day job), and of course the conditioner and comb method. The conditioner and comb method are my preferred method of declaring war on those things. (Why do they even exist? They don’t seem to serve any purpose at all.)
I have often been tempted to just shave their heads, but, for some reason, they aren't to keen on that idea. (Something to do with image and how silly they would look.) So, for what it’s worth, here are my tips.
It always starts with the note sent home from school. You know, the one that starts, “Dear Parent / Caregiver, The presence of head lice has been detected in your child’s class…” I’m normally pretty diligent but with the weather cooling down, I figured I could take a break. And in my defence, I hadn’t seen any for quite a few months.
According to the information, there’s no need to rush around vacuuming and washing bedding because they don’t live for long but nobody seemed to know exactly how long. Do you know how long lice can survive away from the warmth of its host? I do because I did an experiment a few years back. I managed to ‘rescue a pair’ who were too busy playing with each other to notice that they had been relocated to a plastic cup. They survived for at least 24 hours. I reckon that’s more than enough time to hide and wait on pillows, chairs, hairbrushes and hats!
With the eldest being in school and day-care for over a decade, I am not a stranger to these bugs. And naturally, I’ve tried nearly every product that is available. Countless shampoos (both natural and chemical), that really cool zapper comb that promises to zap any bug it comes into contact with (until it choked on Pup’s hair and promptly quit its day job), and of course the conditioner and comb method. The conditioner and comb method are my preferred method of declaring war on those things. (Why do they even exist? They don’t seem to serve any purpose at all.)
I have often been tempted to just shave their heads, but, for some reason, they aren't to keen on that idea. (Something to do with image and how silly they would look.) So, for what it’s worth, here are my tips.
- Use a really good quality comb.
- Any conditioner will do, and make sure to cover all the hair. It slows the bugs down so you can actually catch them.
- Get rid of all the nits you find. If you don’t they will hatch and you will have wasted the day.
- Make sure you have a really strong light source. The sun cannot be relied on to stay shining bright. Just as soon as you spot something, the sun will disappear behind a cloud.
- Even if you think that speck is dirt, remove it. Rather safe than sorry because if you think those nits are small, wait until you see baby lice.
- Add some tea tree oil to shampoo and wash out the conditioner. Then comb the hair again thoroughly.
- Add some tea tree oil to a spray bottle of water and douse the child’s head with it before and after school. I also recommend combing the hair when the child gets back from school. Early detection never hurt anyone, except the bugs.
- Keep checking their heads and don’t make plans for rest of the week or guess what you’ll be doing in about two weeks time.
Sunday, 3 April 2011
The Stray
I have a confession to make. I am generally a good-hearted person but sometimes I get a 'little bit cranky’. (Dad would disagree that it's a little bit cranky but this is still my blog)
Yes I can get a 'little bit cranky' and this is one of those times so let’s just go back a bit…
Down our street are quite a few houses but one in particular is my own personal nightmare. About four years ago, there was a knock on the door, and, as you do, I wandered over to see who it was. (I was also desperately hoping it was not yet another salesperson because I really don’t like dealing with them either) It was a woman and basically our conversation went like this:
Her: Hello, you don’t know me but you are obviously a soft touch. My husband needs our car so that he can get to work to pick strawberries, I need you to take our son to school and then bring him home in the afternoons.
Me: How do you know what school we go to?
Her: I was parked behind you at the school and followed you home. It would be so nice of you to relieve me of my parental duties of playing taxi for the snot-nosed brat. Besides I have other more important things to do, like sleep all day and recover from Thursday night bowling.
Me: Ok. (Fantastic! Now I have a stalker who lives down the road!)
Obviously that conversation was not 100% accurate but it was a while ago. I assumed that it would be a short term thing because they were trying to save money for another car (she actually did say so). I also stupidly assumed there’d be some sort of reciprocation. Sadly, there was no offer for petrol money, or the remote suggestion of she’ll pick up my boys because she’s got the car. Instead, there was just the lazy, sulking woman who had dragged herself from wherever she’d been lying to walk her son home. There was never ever a thank-you.
After a while I noticed that their car was often in the driveway and I got a 'little bit cranky’. I suggested to her that maybe her kid could catch the bus. She replied that there wasn’t one. Because I’m obsessive (I prefer the word persistent –thank-you very much) I decided to look into it and would you believe that there were actually TWO bus services they could use?! She only needed to walk him a little bit further. Oh! And actually pay someone for the service! I printed out the information and gave it to her. She only got the hint when I set Dad on her and he told her no more. Interestingly enough, the kid then caught the bus and I didn’t have to deal with them. They moved a few months later and sometimes I think, was it just me? (Then I get over it)
About two years ago, Dad and I had just come home from shopping. A woman’s voice called out. Again, as you do, I went to investigate. She was holding a dog’s collar and wanted to know if we knew where it lived. I told her no. She asked me to take responsibility because she needed to get back to work and the stupid mutt was running all over the busy road. I agreed, mainly because the dog was very friendly, needed a bath and the lady needed to go back to work. I phoned the local council and gave them the information on the dog’s collar and they managed to find the owner. He lives in THAT HOUSE!!! Anyway, to keep this story short, the dog owner wandered over and took the dog back home again. The mongrel had escaped when his wife went shopping!
Back to The Stray… About a year ago, there was a knock on the door (and by now you know what I did) There was a young boy (4) standing there. That conversation went a bit like this…
Him: Can I come and play?
Me: No, where’s your mum?
Him: She’s not here.
Me: Where do you live?
Him: Not here.
Then I noticed a man down the street, calling for him to come home.
Me: I think your dad wants you to go home.
Him: That’s not my dad.
Yes, it was his dad but what was even worse was it was the HOUSE!!! Again!!!
Apparently the dad had split up with the mum and they had shared custody. Shame and he gets so bored… No one else to play with…
So yes, I said he could come and play… The kid turned into a Houdini. He’d escape from his home and turn up here. I’d march him back if he was on his own. Most of the time, his dad or grandparents didn’t even know he was missing. The worst was when Granddad (that dog owner) turned up and asked if I knew where the kid was. I guess they found him but they never told me…
I told the dad the kid could play but only if he turned up with an adult. If the kid was flying solo, I’d walk him back home.
The last time he came to play, his dad said it was just for an hour. Two hours later, I walked him home.
His dad was a bit annoyed because he was “just going to finish his coffee”. I got a little bit cranky. (It’s a 2 minute walk – I doubt the coffee will go anywhere!!!)
We hadn’t seen The Stray for a while, so I thought they’d got the hint. But No! He was back last Saturday (alone), yesterday (alone) and both times I sent him home. (Yes, I watched him until I could see one of his family members watching him – I’m not totally heartless)
Today, he turned up WITH HIS DAD!!! At 4:00 on a Sunday afternoon!!! He asked if he could come and play. I said no.
Time for The Stray to go but why do I feel so bad? I don't like that house!
Yes I can get a 'little bit cranky' and this is one of those times so let’s just go back a bit…
Down our street are quite a few houses but one in particular is my own personal nightmare. About four years ago, there was a knock on the door, and, as you do, I wandered over to see who it was. (I was also desperately hoping it was not yet another salesperson because I really don’t like dealing with them either) It was a woman and basically our conversation went like this:
Her: Hello, you don’t know me but you are obviously a soft touch. My husband needs our car so that he can get to work to pick strawberries, I need you to take our son to school and then bring him home in the afternoons.
Me: How do you know what school we go to?
Her: I was parked behind you at the school and followed you home. It would be so nice of you to relieve me of my parental duties of playing taxi for the snot-nosed brat. Besides I have other more important things to do, like sleep all day and recover from Thursday night bowling.
Me: Ok. (Fantastic! Now I have a stalker who lives down the road!)
Obviously that conversation was not 100% accurate but it was a while ago. I assumed that it would be a short term thing because they were trying to save money for another car (she actually did say so). I also stupidly assumed there’d be some sort of reciprocation. Sadly, there was no offer for petrol money, or the remote suggestion of she’ll pick up my boys because she’s got the car. Instead, there was just the lazy, sulking woman who had dragged herself from wherever she’d been lying to walk her son home. There was never ever a thank-you.
After a while I noticed that their car was often in the driveway and I got a 'little bit cranky’. I suggested to her that maybe her kid could catch the bus. She replied that there wasn’t one. Because I’m obsessive (I prefer the word persistent –thank-you very much) I decided to look into it and would you believe that there were actually TWO bus services they could use?! She only needed to walk him a little bit further. Oh! And actually pay someone for the service! I printed out the information and gave it to her. She only got the hint when I set Dad on her and he told her no more. Interestingly enough, the kid then caught the bus and I didn’t have to deal with them. They moved a few months later and sometimes I think, was it just me? (Then I get over it)
About two years ago, Dad and I had just come home from shopping. A woman’s voice called out. Again, as you do, I went to investigate. She was holding a dog’s collar and wanted to know if we knew where it lived. I told her no. She asked me to take responsibility because she needed to get back to work and the stupid mutt was running all over the busy road. I agreed, mainly because the dog was very friendly, needed a bath and the lady needed to go back to work. I phoned the local council and gave them the information on the dog’s collar and they managed to find the owner. He lives in THAT HOUSE!!! Anyway, to keep this story short, the dog owner wandered over and took the dog back home again. The mongrel had escaped when his wife went shopping!
Back to The Stray… About a year ago, there was a knock on the door (and by now you know what I did) There was a young boy (4) standing there. That conversation went a bit like this…
Him: Can I come and play?
Me: No, where’s your mum?
Him: She’s not here.
Me: Where do you live?
Him: Not here.
Then I noticed a man down the street, calling for him to come home.
Me: I think your dad wants you to go home.
Him: That’s not my dad.
Yes, it was his dad but what was even worse was it was the HOUSE!!! Again!!!
Apparently the dad had split up with the mum and they had shared custody. Shame and he gets so bored… No one else to play with…
So yes, I said he could come and play… The kid turned into a Houdini. He’d escape from his home and turn up here. I’d march him back if he was on his own. Most of the time, his dad or grandparents didn’t even know he was missing. The worst was when Granddad (that dog owner) turned up and asked if I knew where the kid was. I guess they found him but they never told me…
I told the dad the kid could play but only if he turned up with an adult. If the kid was flying solo, I’d walk him back home.
The last time he came to play, his dad said it was just for an hour. Two hours later, I walked him home.
His dad was a bit annoyed because he was “just going to finish his coffee”. I got a little bit cranky. (It’s a 2 minute walk – I doubt the coffee will go anywhere!!!)
We hadn’t seen The Stray for a while, so I thought they’d got the hint. But No! He was back last Saturday (alone), yesterday (alone) and both times I sent him home. (Yes, I watched him until I could see one of his family members watching him – I’m not totally heartless)
Today, he turned up WITH HIS DAD!!! At 4:00 on a Sunday afternoon!!! He asked if he could come and play. I said no.
Time for The Stray to go but why do I feel so bad? I don't like that house!
Saturday, 2 April 2011
A Quick Update - Student Leader
Ready for another post about Cub?
He has been made a "Student Leader" for the year! He has a certificate AND a badge! How awesome is that?! Guess who the proud parents are!!!
I only wish the school had told us so we could have had the opportunity to see him get his badge. And no, he didn't know about it either. It was a surprise for him too... He reckons he didn't bother to apply but obviously his teachers and peers did! Yes! I'm massively proud of him!!!
On a side note - When he showed Pup his badge, Pup said, "I had one of them too." Sadly, I had to correct him and tell him that no, he did not actually have one of them and neither did any of his friends... (Lesson learnt Pup - don't take away someone else's glory)
He has been made a "Student Leader" for the year! He has a certificate AND a badge! How awesome is that?! Guess who the proud parents are!!!
I only wish the school had told us so we could have had the opportunity to see him get his badge. And no, he didn't know about it either. It was a surprise for him too... He reckons he didn't bother to apply but obviously his teachers and peers did! Yes! I'm massively proud of him!!!
On a side note - When he showed Pup his badge, Pup said, "I had one of them too." Sadly, I had to correct him and tell him that no, he did not actually have one of them and neither did any of his friends... (Lesson learnt Pup - don't take away someone else's glory)
Saturday, 26 March 2011
Leadership Camps! My First Year 7 camp!
Pup is now in Year 10, Cub is in Year 7 and Foal is in Year 3!
The main focus of this post is Cub… I’m facing a similar issue I had with Pup ending primary school. (To be honest, I’m the first to say - I know I didn’t cope but he did)
But this time it’s worse. This time the school is actually holding the seniors camp! (Pup’s camp was cancelled due to “lack of interest”. Actually most of the Year 7 boys decided to boycott the camp and that’s why it was cancelled)
I think I coped quite well with Cub’s Year 6 camp (held at the school for a one night sleep over, where I could see him when we dropped his brother off) but this one is a whole new game. This time he’s not going to be just up the road, it’s not just for one night and I can’t help him! (Clearly my issues – thank you for pointing that out)
Cub is massively excited for “His Year 7 Camp” so I need to be brave and suck it up. Here’s my story because I’m obviously not Cub.
Before Camp
We’ve spent the day before camp getting all his stuff together. Who knew that a human could be alive for that long and still need more stuff?! He only needed more old shorts, old shirts with collars, undies, socks and the list can go on. He’s only going for 3 nights and 4 days!?
1st day of Camp
On the way to school, he was so excited, “Drive faster!” Dad asked him if he needed any help getting his stuff to where it should be, and he’s replied, “NO! That would be embarrassing!” So just a quick kiss from him (in the car) and he was gone! Embraced by his mates. Enveloped in the masses. Gone until Friday. I miss him already.
After school it was quiet. As Cub would say, “Too quiet!” and then make a noise!!!Dinner time was the hardest. 4 plates instead of 5. Not looking forward to bedtime.
2nd day of Camp
I’m still not enjoying his absence. I’ve had this awful feeling in the pit of my belly all day and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s just because he’s not here? I’m hoping that’s all it is but like Dad said, “If it is important, they will phone”.
Well, they haven’t phoned, so he must be alright. Unless it’s the whole Halloween disco thing again. He was so excited to go to that too! The excitement lasted for about 10 minutes after he was dropped off. Then he wanted to go home. The novelty wore off. One of the teachers “encouraged” him to stay until the end. I’m worried the same thing could be happening.
Is he eating? I don’t know. He’s a vegetarian, his choice, so I had to put that on the form. Then he got cranky with me for putting that on the form because he was the only one! (He told me he would like to eat meat but he doesn’t like the taste of meat, therefore we agreed he’s a vegetarian)
I can’t call him unless it’s an emergency, and then it’s a case of leave your name, phone number, reason, and we’ll get back to you. Obviously questions like, “Do you want to mow the lawn and get paid?” or “Do you want chocolate when you come home?” simply don’t fit into the EMERGENCY category.
Clearly the teachers have had to deal with the more neurotic (I prefer the word “caring”) parents in the past and they simply don’t have time for the rest of us more “caring” parents, who just want to say, “Goodnight and I love you” (No! Don’t panic! I did not do that! I wanted to but didn’t because I didn’t want to embarrass Cub)
3rd day of Camp
I am so glad there’s only one more sleep until Cub comes back home. I think today was the best where I’ve coped. I still felt a bit lost but a bit better - Yay me! Maybe I’m growing up!
I hope he’s enjoyed himself,
I hope he didn’t go hungry,
I hope he slept well,
I hope he coped better than I, and finally
I hope he’s going to be happy when he comes home
I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.
Last Day
Cub is back - Yay!!! He enjoyed himself big time (relief for me). He reckons that the best bit was the beach and there was no bad bit. Yes, he had plenty to eat. The first night was fish and chips (bonus) He tried some fish and liked it. Unfortunately, we don't know what type of fish but whatever it was I am more than happy to cook it! He's very tanned and looks fantastic. He's all talked out and is now reading his comic books. We're just giving him a bit of space to adjust back to being home.
The main focus of this post is Cub… I’m facing a similar issue I had with Pup ending primary school. (To be honest, I’m the first to say - I know I didn’t cope but he did)
But this time it’s worse. This time the school is actually holding the seniors camp! (Pup’s camp was cancelled due to “lack of interest”. Actually most of the Year 7 boys decided to boycott the camp and that’s why it was cancelled)
I think I coped quite well with Cub’s Year 6 camp (held at the school for a one night sleep over, where I could see him when we dropped his brother off) but this one is a whole new game. This time he’s not going to be just up the road, it’s not just for one night and I can’t help him! (Clearly my issues – thank you for pointing that out)
Cub is massively excited for “His Year 7 Camp” so I need to be brave and suck it up. Here’s my story because I’m obviously not Cub.
Before Camp
We’ve spent the day before camp getting all his stuff together. Who knew that a human could be alive for that long and still need more stuff?! He only needed more old shorts, old shirts with collars, undies, socks and the list can go on. He’s only going for 3 nights and 4 days!?
1st day of Camp
On the way to school, he was so excited, “Drive faster!” Dad asked him if he needed any help getting his stuff to where it should be, and he’s replied, “NO! That would be embarrassing!” So just a quick kiss from him (in the car) and he was gone! Embraced by his mates. Enveloped in the masses. Gone until Friday. I miss him already.
After school it was quiet. As Cub would say, “Too quiet!” and then make a noise!!!Dinner time was the hardest. 4 plates instead of 5. Not looking forward to bedtime.
2nd day of Camp
I’m still not enjoying his absence. I’ve had this awful feeling in the pit of my belly all day and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s just because he’s not here? I’m hoping that’s all it is but like Dad said, “If it is important, they will phone”.
Well, they haven’t phoned, so he must be alright. Unless it’s the whole Halloween disco thing again. He was so excited to go to that too! The excitement lasted for about 10 minutes after he was dropped off. Then he wanted to go home. The novelty wore off. One of the teachers “encouraged” him to stay until the end. I’m worried the same thing could be happening.
Is he eating? I don’t know. He’s a vegetarian, his choice, so I had to put that on the form. Then he got cranky with me for putting that on the form because he was the only one! (He told me he would like to eat meat but he doesn’t like the taste of meat, therefore we agreed he’s a vegetarian)
I can’t call him unless it’s an emergency, and then it’s a case of leave your name, phone number, reason, and we’ll get back to you. Obviously questions like, “Do you want to mow the lawn and get paid?” or “Do you want chocolate when you come home?” simply don’t fit into the EMERGENCY category.
Clearly the teachers have had to deal with the more neurotic (I prefer the word “caring”) parents in the past and they simply don’t have time for the rest of us more “caring” parents, who just want to say, “Goodnight and I love you” (No! Don’t panic! I did not do that! I wanted to but didn’t because I didn’t want to embarrass Cub)
3rd day of Camp
I am so glad there’s only one more sleep until Cub comes back home. I think today was the best where I’ve coped. I still felt a bit lost but a bit better - Yay me! Maybe I’m growing up!
I hope he’s enjoyed himself,
I hope he didn’t go hungry,
I hope he slept well,
I hope he coped better than I, and finally
I hope he’s going to be happy when he comes home
I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.
Last Day
Cub is back - Yay!!! He enjoyed himself big time (relief for me). He reckons that the best bit was the beach and there was no bad bit. Yes, he had plenty to eat. The first night was fish and chips (bonus) He tried some fish and liked it. Unfortunately, we don't know what type of fish but whatever it was I am more than happy to cook it! He's very tanned and looks fantastic. He's all talked out and is now reading his comic books. We're just giving him a bit of space to adjust back to being home.
Thursday, 30 December 2010
Birthdays, Christmas and Floods
Well! Where to begin...
Both Pup and Cub are another year older - Yay me! I've managed to have not knocked them off! To the ripe old age of 14 and 12 respectively...
Pup's birthday was fun because he actually wanted to have friends over. His last 'proper' birthday party (when he was 6) was a total debacle. He invited absolutely everyone he knew from school but he REALLY didn't enjoy the day. This time around he chose to have five friends over. So we did the invitations (we bought Chocolate rolls and made like a 'Golden Ticket" kind of thing) and they all turned up! They ate the hamburgers I cooked on the BBQ, made lemonade spiders, ate cupcakes and lollies and went home. Except for one boy (Master T) who couldn't be picked up until 1130 that night for some reason or other. I told his mum he should stay over, so he slept over and then they took Pup to see the latest Harry Potter movie for his birthday pressie. It was far too stressful for him back when he was 6 but I guess it shows how much Pup's grown up.
Cub's enjoyed his birthday too because he had the day off school and he got to see the latest Harry Potter movie. This year we bought him the "Lord of the Rings" books plus a few toys. He really loved his presents too. That's actually a massive bonus because normally we can't get anything he actually likes or wants. Likewise when Christmas turns up...
Oh! The Floods....... I knew Northern Queensland was flooding but we had a fair bit of rain too. Anyway, I woke up on the 28th December to 8 text messages and 1 missed call on my mobile phone. They were all from my sister in South Africa. She must have started texting at about 8 pm her time (and 4 am my time) She had seen all the images on the news and was worried about us because of the cyclone. I quickly texted back to let her know we were safe... only to get a reply from her 12 hours later saying, "Thank goodness. I was so worried, crying and panicking. I couldn't sleep all night"...
Nana and Pops had already spent a few days at Uncle's place and were planning on going home the day after Boxing Day. The floods meant they were stranded and stuck with us. The massive bonus there was Nana and I beat Pops and Dad at Canasta. Again! Nana and I are now the "Winners for December" (Twice now in December Pops! You and Dad can say you 'let us win' but it's my blog so there! )
Love and Positive Energy to anyone who reads this...
C
Both Pup and Cub are another year older - Yay me! I've managed to have not knocked them off! To the ripe old age of 14 and 12 respectively...
Pup's birthday was fun because he actually wanted to have friends over. His last 'proper' birthday party (when he was 6) was a total debacle. He invited absolutely everyone he knew from school but he REALLY didn't enjoy the day. This time around he chose to have five friends over. So we did the invitations (we bought Chocolate rolls and made like a 'Golden Ticket" kind of thing) and they all turned up! They ate the hamburgers I cooked on the BBQ, made lemonade spiders, ate cupcakes and lollies and went home. Except for one boy (Master T) who couldn't be picked up until 1130 that night for some reason or other. I told his mum he should stay over, so he slept over and then they took Pup to see the latest Harry Potter movie for his birthday pressie. It was far too stressful for him back when he was 6 but I guess it shows how much Pup's grown up.
Cub's enjoyed his birthday too because he had the day off school and he got to see the latest Harry Potter movie. This year we bought him the "Lord of the Rings" books plus a few toys. He really loved his presents too. That's actually a massive bonus because normally we can't get anything he actually likes or wants. Likewise when Christmas turns up...
Oh! The Floods....... I knew Northern Queensland was flooding but we had a fair bit of rain too. Anyway, I woke up on the 28th December to 8 text messages and 1 missed call on my mobile phone. They were all from my sister in South Africa. She must have started texting at about 8 pm her time (and 4 am my time) She had seen all the images on the news and was worried about us because of the cyclone. I quickly texted back to let her know we were safe... only to get a reply from her 12 hours later saying, "Thank goodness. I was so worried, crying and panicking. I couldn't sleep all night"...
Nana and Pops had already spent a few days at Uncle's place and were planning on going home the day after Boxing Day. The floods meant they were stranded and stuck with us. The massive bonus there was Nana and I beat Pops and Dad at Canasta. Again! Nana and I are now the "Winners for December" (Twice now in December Pops! You and Dad can say you 'let us win' but it's my blog so there! )
Love and Positive Energy to anyone who reads this...
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