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When I’m sitting back watching my kid figure stuff out for himself, and he’s enjoying himself figuring stuff out for himself, don’t feel like you have to come over, take control and show us stupid people how it all works.
Although, the two and a half year old giving someone else’s grandfather the Look* was nearly worth it.
* you know, the one that says “you may be old but I’m clearly smarter”.
are the sort of people who will nag you to bake nuffins, cheerfully eat several of the nuffins, and then throw the remaining nuffins in the bin while you’re in the loo.
Then they’ll ask you why there are no nuffins left.
Studio Assistant to the Great Artist
Seriously, how do you resist a kid who wakes up saying “I love painting Mum”.
Woohoo! The Obamas are planting a veggie garden on the front lawn. They’ve clearly been inspired by the good people of Melbourne’s inner north-west, where front yard veggies never went out of style. It’s most helpful if you’re a novice veggie grower, walking home from the tram you can see what seedlings you should be putting in and compare your harvest to the masters. It’s quite heartening to see how a bit of friendly viral internet-based lobbying can alter peoples’ thinking. So Kevin, how’s about some broccoli on the roof at your place?
In other news, I planted stuff too. From top to bottom there are scarlet runner and green beans, red cabbage, broccoli, cauliflower, nasturtiums, spinach and parsley. Out of shot there is sage, rosemary, thyme and alyssum (which we wont eat, they’re just for the pretty factor). Still to go in, carrots, more beans, onions and garlic. The Bloke planted some natives in the front yard, so it looks ever so slightly less bogan. And I finished the biggest thing I’ve ever knitted. The Jo Sharp Sideways top in Sublime Organic Cotton. The details are on Ravelry for the interested types.
Some time ago, when the lad was still getting started on the whole speaking English deal, some people were blogging their kids’ language, because you want to remember that sort of cute when your kids are teenagers. Lately we’ve had a storm of cute. He’s hailing cute. Every morning he gets up and declares it’s snowing (he’s got a northern hemisphere book about bunnies and seasons), which is pretty funny, he’s getting the hang of more grown up phrases, which is novel enough for us to be amused, and he’s still getting some words and phrases a bit wrong. Which is the best sort of cute. He’s quite fond of eating Ice Quackers and his rocking horse requires constant motivation from the rider: “Giddy Up! Giddy Down! Giddy Up! Giddy Down!”
My son chucked a whopping great big tanty this evening, and returned to the same topic three times over the course of an hour. Why?
Because we wouldn’t take him back to the library to get more books. (It was shut)
Packing books, chucking things, booking removalist, or finding camera so I can blog the new house?
Christmas is almost done. Christmas event number four is tomorrow. I’d show you the haul, but the camera, she is somewhere under piles of wrapping.
The short version is that I got some new art, the Bloke got some new art, and the kid has 35 new Matchbox cars/trucks/utes and one rather large and noisy bulldozer next to an old doll’s house with lovely new wooden furniture. He also insisted that I should paint his “males” on Christmas morning. Far be it from me to tell a male he can’t have a mani & pedi on a special occasion.
Also, the new house has brown velvet curtains in the living room, which will co-ordinate nicely with the loungesuit* lounge suite, and there are orange tiles in the kitchen. I’m planning to measure up the garden for a truckload of compost when we pop in there tomorrow morning before Christmas.
* Blogging while a little weary can lead to telling the world that you have a brown velvet loungesuit. Oh that it were true.
Sometimes you have those days.
Then other times you have excellent days. Which is just as well.
Then lunch at the park, good mates and lots of other kids all being good at the same time.
I’ve never been out for lunch after a gig before.
But then, I’ve never taken someone to see their favourite band and watched them sleep through the gig before either. First time for everything.
Dear Parents,
As you are aware, the end of year Christmas concert is fast approaching us… The Nursery Children have been busy preparing for this, and one of our acts will be “Old MacDonald”. Your child is playing the role of a pig and we ask that you bring him dressed representing this character…
I know I said this last year, but I promise, next year your birthday present wont have Christmas wrapping,
love Mum
1. Tummy bug (me)
2. Ear infection (both ears, the kid)
3. Bumped head after tripping on Nanna’s foot (the kid)
4. Bumped head in exactly the same spot after tripping on own foot (the kid)
5. Period pain (me)
6. Ear ache (me)
7. Not allowed to consume large G & T due to tummy medicine (me)
Just as well we were allowed to play at Arthur’s to cheer up.
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