Monday, 19 November 2012

at the dinner table

Our kids are pretty good at eating the food they are given but like most, will also try refusing stuff fairly regularly too. Most of the time they can be talked into giving it a go and this usually starts with Greg saying "don't knock it till you try it".

Tonight as I put Milly's plate in front of her and before anybody had said anything, she took one look at it, looked at her father and said, "I'm knockin' it".


Thursday, 15 November 2012

a nona comes to stay

My mum (Nona) came to stay with us for a week. It was a bit of a surprise visit, she only just came back from France after all, but we were so glad to have her! We went to the beach for the day, she lunched with her sisters, the kids got cuddled and loved that extra little bit more and I got to have my mum here...right here, to talk to and hang out with.

And she did the dishes, and cooked us dinner and folded load after load of washing and even put her own sheets in the machine and turned it on before she left. My goodness she rocks.

Milly refused to give her a kiss or a cuddle at the airport as she was leaving only to have the penny drop that Nona was really gone 5 mins later as we drove away. All of a sudden she burst into tears, big, fat tears and loud, terrifically sad crying. When Greg asked her what was wrong she replied " I just love Nona". 

My poor chicken.

So we consoled her with a spot of roller derby.
Ha! In actual fact the kids didn't really 'get it' but we had fun nonetheless. I reeeally want a gold helmet like one of the teams wore.

Milly is still talking about the beach; today as we drove to the shops she listed again and again and again everyone who was there "Daddy and mum, and Nona and me and Henry ALL went to the beach". She talks about digging sandpits and what we ate and (of course) what we all wore.

Ah, my girl does love a discussion about clothing.

And purple. Sometimes several times a day Milly will declare to me and anyone who will listen, "I just love purple. Purple is my favourite colour".

Henry had a short interview at Bungendore Primary School last week too. He did so well. He was confident and capable and completely at ease. I was so proud. Sitting next to him, watching him as he answered the teacher's questions and happily worked on the tasks she gave him was wonderful. It looks like we're in with a good chance of him fitting in and having a good time. 

We also harvested Greg's celery (and made quite a decent soup with some of the bounty).

And I mowed this lawn for the third weekend in a row. 

This lawn, by the way, that includes a large strip at the side, a weedy, gravelly bit in front of the house as well as another decent little section at the rear.  I now have it down to an under two hour job and only one and 3/4 of a tank of fuel. This is a vast improvement on the all afternoon, 3 tanks of fuel it takes if I leave it for more than two weeks between mows. Those of you without lawns just won't get what I am saying here. Those who have spent some time in the sun pushing a victa around should want to hand me a beer.