Couldn't resist posting this awesome Autumn Canberra sunset picture. The colours were spectacular. (They must have been to inspire me to pick up the Canberra (sorry camera!) and go outside in the chilly air)
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
Ryan's library bag
Last year I made Matthew's library bag. So it was only fair to make Ryan's too. However I am a lot more time poor this year and poor Ryan didn't get his library bag until week 8 of term! But here it is............ the extent of my sewing skills!
Our genius child!
Lately this blog has been a huge brag about Matthew's schooling achievements. Well I'm on a roll so I will continue! At his assembly he got......... A merit certificate!
We were so proud of him and we were so lucky that he got it when it was Kindy's turn to host the assembly which meant we were there to see it! Poor Mummy was blubbering away in the back corner! I was so proud of the whole kindy year! They sang all of their "Jolly Phonics" jingles. They demonstrated their maths abilities (Matthew was =!). And generally showed us what they have been learning.
We were so proud of him and we were so lucky that he got it when it was Kindy's turn to host the assembly which meant we were there to see it! Poor Mummy was blubbering away in the back corner! I was so proud of the whole kindy year! They sang all of their "Jolly Phonics" jingles. They demonstrated their maths abilities (Matthew was =!). And generally showed us what they have been learning.
(This was the best photo we got because we sat so far back!)
It goes without saying that we are so thrilled with his progress. He loves school. He soaks in anything that Mrs Nelson teaches him. And he enjoys it more than anything! (Especially more than staying home with Mummy at school holidays!)
Easter
The Easter Bunny has been and gone...... 3 times! The first time he came it was 6am and we realised he had been to visit with Ryan going "What is this egg in my hand?" I think he had sniffed out the chocolate before he was even awake! A hunt for eggs started and the consumption of chocolate began! All before the sun was up!
Benny showing us how full his bag was.
The competition was fierce in the hunt!
Ryan was so kind, sharing with his brothers some of the eggs he had found. I was so proud of him, he needed a kiss and a cuddle!
Say "Chocolate!"
I don't know where he gets this from?!
Mmmmmm foil flavoured chocolate!The second visit happened at about 5pm. Cleon and Michelle spotted a rabbit laying suspicious packages in our front yard. A discussion about rabbits laying eggs and pooing ensued! My grandad would be so proud! My children are thoroughly convinced the Easter bunny poos' chocolate eggs!
Getting ready to hunt
Any in here?
"Mum the Easter bunny poo'ed on the car handle! How did his bum get up there?"
And here too!
In the tree?
Our friends Treb, Cid, Eli and Jacob joined us and Brenty and Cleon and Michelle for Sunday Roast. Here is Eli getting into the hunt, his first as the bunny delivers to his bedside!The final Easter hunt was the next morning. We got an S.O.S from Uncle Brenty saying the Easter bunny had visited him and he needed some help!
No bags for this hunt and poor Benny kept dropping his eggs!
It's not fair, his hands are smaller than his brothers!
Ryan is a chocolate sniffing machine!
Brenty counting his eggs!
Benny counting his eggs!Playcentres
Today I dropped $50 at a local play centre. Seriously, I paid $40 entry to watch my children and ensure they behaved and played nicely, whilst every other mother sat on their arse, drinking coffee and chatting to their friends. We had only been there half an hour when I thought i could hear Ryan crying. I dismissed it because the crying was coming from a different direction to where I had last seen Ryan. Anyway the crying persisted so I went to investigate. I found Ryan on the floor of the ball pit having his eyes gouged out by a two year old whilst all the other kids in the ball pit looked on. So I jumped in there and got him and told off the little girl (Hoping her mother was close by so she could get a clue!) Then as I was comforting him Matthew brought Ben up to me. He had been slapped by an older child and he had bitten the inside of his cheek. There was blood running down his face! So I now had two children to give the evil eye too! Fast forward another hour (after spending $10 on chips for lunch!) and I could hear Ben crying. The same girl who eye gouged Ryan was doing it to him. However the story ends differently here I then watched in slow mo (pushing through the crowd...) as Ben grabs the little girls arm and sinks his teeth into her!!!!! I get to him and firstly check out his eye then I scold him (gently but still) then I march the girl back to her mother (as i had figured out who she was by the number of times she had been hauled back there!) I apologised for my son biting her but explained he did it in retaliation for her eye gouging him. She look mildly surprised then she saw the bite marks and was all set to ark up when Ryan arrived and I said "Yes not the first time today she drew blood earlier on my other son too!" I showed her his face still red with scratch marks the worst on his eyelid and marched my children away.
So whilst the boys had a lovely time I hated every minute of it. It stinks being the only responsible mother. (and i do mean only! All the others were sitting whilst I was following where mine where. At the very least I was watching from a chair but usually I was beside the play structure) Yes ,we all need time out but choose the time more carefully when other children aren't at risk!
On a positive note though, I loved watching the boys play together. There were a hundred kids they could have played with. The could have played by themselves but they were the three musketeers! They looked out for each other and had a ball together. They really looked like they were good mates!
So whilst the boys had a lovely time I hated every minute of it. It stinks being the only responsible mother. (and i do mean only! All the others were sitting whilst I was following where mine where. At the very least I was watching from a chair but usually I was beside the play structure) Yes ,we all need time out but choose the time more carefully when other children aren't at risk!
On a positive note though, I loved watching the boys play together. There were a hundred kids they could have played with. The could have played by themselves but they were the three musketeers! They looked out for each other and had a ball together. They really looked like they were good mates!
Thursday, 2 April 2009
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My lovely long time friend took some time while we were all together in Qld at Christmas to take some photos. She has done a gorgeous job. It certainly isn't easy trying to co-ordinate 7 children under 7, 9 adults (1 of them acting like a child, noddy saying I don't want my photo taken!) and a dog! But she did it and did it beautifully. The shots are gorgeous and I love the colours. You don't get these kind of photos in a studio. So Nicole I think you have just become our family photographer!
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If you would like to have a look at more of Nicole work or book her for a shoot check out her website at Can
Many, many, many years ago when I was learning to read I had a word bear. It's arms and legs were full of words and you had to tick them off when you could read them. My whole class had finished their word bear and I hadn't because there was one word I couldn't read. This words was "can". Apparently the word would come up and I would read "say" or "dog" or "actually". It frustrated my mum immensely! I mean come on can is such and easy word to read you can even sound it out! I don't know why I couldn't read it I just know it made a HUGE impact on my mothers life. She would spend hours reading with me to get me to read correctly that one word! I don't know maybe when you are the first middle child in four you do anything for some attention because it seems such an easy word to read now. I personally don't remember not being able to read "can" but I do remember that word bear. Funnily enough, not so long ago my Mum gave me all of the special things she had collected over the years and the boys and I love to got through them ever so often. We have compared my first kindy painting to that of Ryan and Matthew and no doubt we will do it with Ben's. But I am sidetracked! My Mum gave me everything BUT that word bear! She couldn't part with it because it reflected all that hard work she had put in to me.
Anyway fast forward twenty something years and there is me sitting on my bed with some readers for Matthew called.......... Cans! (Nathan was really excited i had got Matthew a reader about boobs by the way!) The story is about a cat who finds his cat food in a can. Anyway we start with the heading.... Cans and Matthew says I don't know that work Mum. So I say "Sound it out Buddy" and he says "Cat" (there is a picture of a cat on the cover). I say no Buddy start with the first letter so he says " C...C....C...Catfood". I say "No Buddy it was a C but after that it is an A...A....A...! Lets look at the letters and sound it out! So he looks again and says no I really don't know that word!"
This isn't the first time my history has been repeated. My mother would take great delight in what happens on a daily basis in this house!
Anyway fast forward twenty something years and there is me sitting on my bed with some readers for Matthew called.......... Cans! (Nathan was really excited i had got Matthew a reader about boobs by the way!) The story is about a cat who finds his cat food in a can. Anyway we start with the heading.... Cans and Matthew says I don't know that work Mum. So I say "Sound it out Buddy" and he says "Cat" (there is a picture of a cat on the cover). I say no Buddy start with the first letter so he says " C...C....C...Catfood". I say "No Buddy it was a C but after that it is an A...A....A...! Lets look at the letters and sound it out! So he looks again and says no I really don't know that word!"
This isn't the first time my history has been repeated. My mother would take great delight in what happens on a daily basis in this house!
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