one more sleep!

Posted on June 23, 2009

Till we’re on our way! The kids are hyped to the max and we’re about to put them in the car for 15 hours. Hmmm.

Two weeks at the snow and all that it entails. We can’t wait. We are tired. The last time we went on a proper paid for holiday was when I was pregnant with Isaac and we went to the snow kid-less. Now we get to go with our family. I can’t wait to see the kids in the snow….I can’t wait to have a rest, drink hot chocolate, do some tabogganing and read the rest of the Twilight books.

Isaac seems to think he is going to be Mr. Incredible on the slopes. I’ve tried to break it gently to him that it is rather slippery and he will fall down. A lot. He looks at me with a “yeah okay-mum-who-is-also-a-girl-therefor-you-don’t-know-much” expression.

Cassidy is in it for the pink snow suit and purple boots alone. I give her five minutes to realise the snow is slippery, wet and cold and she’ll be inside drinking hot chocolate with Nanna and smooshing baby William (or baby Will-Yum if you’re Cassidy).

Here they are, trying on the gear looking rather over-heated.

So we’ll see everyone in a couple of weeks! I’d say there’ll be photos xo

rock ‘n’ roller.

Posted on June 20, 2009

4pm

Cass “Look mum, I did a drawing! It’s a map! You follow the path, all the way down to the bottom until you get to Cassidy’s World”.

Me (intrigued) “Oh really? What’s in Cassidy’s World?”

Cass (firing up) “Well there’s lollypops and a ferris wheel and one of those chair go round things and those cars that we bump into each other and laugh..what are they called mum?…yeah, dodgems…and ice cream and a merry-go-round and……”

Me (under my breath ‘and unicorns that eat butterflies and poop rainbows’) “I think I get the picture Cass”

Cass (sighing) “Yeah. it’s much more funner”.

7pm

Me “Cass, tell Dad who came to your kindy today?”

Steve “Who came Cass?”

Cass “The fire truck”.

Steve “Wow! What did the fireman say?”

Cass “That we need to stop and rock and roll” (this statement was illustrated by her standing on the spot and gyrating her hips back and forth and playing air guitar)

Me “is there any chance they told you to stop, DROP and roll?”

Cass “No! It’s in the little book they gave me! “Stop and rock and roll!” (insert more hip gyrating here)

Steve had to get the ‘little book’ and read it to convince her that’s its considered safer to get low to the ground in a fire rather than do a bad Elvis impersonation.

fete-tasia.

Posted on June 13, 2009

Isaac’s school fete was today. You know the mothers that arrive at the fete with mountains of baking and crafts items, then spend the entire day manning half of the stalls single-handedly?

I wasn’t one of those.

Instead I made one measly batch of cupcakes the night before and tried to make myself feel better by making them cute. The theme of the fete was “Let your colours shine” with a rainbow in the logo, so I went with that. The cupcakes were rainbow inside too (I wish I made a spare so I could have got a photo of a cut one!) The cake lady seemed rather excited when I dropped them off and said they would flog them for $3.50 as they were “boutique” cakes. I felt like saying, ‘Honey, if you had seen me at 1am this morning, you would realise there’s nothing boutique-ish to see here’. More like the end of day special at Woolies.

There nothing like seeing your baby in a song and dance number to get the mummy juices flowing All the grade one’s were split into different colour groups and they sang songs for their colour. Isaac was in the Purple People Eater group and was rather delicous swinging his little hips.

The rest of the time was spent trailing around after kids hyped to the max on lollies and adrenaline. The giant slide was the number one attraction. Must say, I found watching kids with boundless energy run up stairs whilst I sat on my derriere with my hot chips a tad unsettling. Cassidy was a bit unsure but after one trip down the slide on my lap she declared she “could handle it” and made approximately 257 trips up and down. Instead of her usual 3000 word essay tonight at bedtime, she was out before her head hit the pillow. Thinking of re-designing the backyard to include a giant slide….

baby, its cold outside.

Posted on June 11, 2009

I’ve been a bit slack on getting photos of the Will-Meister lately. Today Em came over for a visit and we decided to put his chubby bits on display…..after all, they should be shared It really has been freezing in Brisbane the last couple of days, so we kept him inside with the heaters raging.

Look at him, sitting up in a high chair like a big boy. Where did our little baby go?



I wanted to get some more of him on the doll bed that I used for his newborn pics. He doesn’t fit on there quite as neatly anymore. Check out those man-boobs





I dare you not to melt at that smile.



We tried to keep him covered with blankets for all the shots because of the cold but had a hard time keeping them out of his mouth. Apparently 100% cotton is delicious and nutritious.



Aunty Kate loves you beautiful boy xoxo

blog in a fog.

Posted on June 10, 2009

A antihistamine induced fog that is. On the weekend the cough and cold germs that have been flinging themselves around our house with abandon for the past two weeks caught up to me. Thinking it has something to do with the amount of times I’ve been up close talking to the kids and they’ve sneezed directly down my breathing passages whilst I’ve had my mouth open in the middle of a sentence.

My sister unfeelingly said to me today “so when are you going to blog again”. Not “I’ll come over and make you tea and crumpets”, NO. Just “when are you going to blog again”. Granted she has a baby and we don’t want Will to get sick ya di da ya ya but what about meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…………

So basically I’ve been catching up with work in front of my computer and coming up with as many excuses as possible not to get dressed. And reading the sequel to Twilight, which my friend Liss gave me to pass onto my cold and unfeeling sister but I started reading instead, became a tad obsessed and now I’m trying to figure out how I can get the next couple of volumes off Liss without her realising because I horrified her by telling her I didn’t think the movie was much chop.

Oh, and seeing as we’re leaving for the snow in two weeks, looking at the Mt Hotham webcams has become a new, if slightly left-field, obsession as well. Isn’t it pretty?

The house we’re renting for ten days is just out of sight on the top of the kids practice slope in the first photo. The kids have never seen snow before so they’re getting a tad excited. I heard them talking about sleeping in their ski suits the other day. They don’t seem to grasp that it will be quite warm inside and they don’t need to be fully equipped in ski gear 24/7. Isaac seems to think he’s going to be some sort invincable ski-ing power ranger and I have spent some time trying to convince him that there may be quite a bit of crashing into guard rails before the invincible power ranger skills kick in.

In other news, Cassidy referrred to me the other night as I was putting her to bed as “slapper mummy”. I have no idea where this came from but it tickled my fancy and I had to exit the room. Steve took over by asking her in a stern voice, “What did you call mummy?” To which she replied, “ummmmmm…………Mr. Mummy??” Steve did the mouth twitchy thing he does when he’s about to lose compsure, but managed to hang on until we both kids were in bed. We then looked at each other and said, “slapper mummy?!?!” and collapsed.

We had the local paper contact us last week about doing a story on the photo booth for this week’s local paper. That came out today so I’ve been trying to answer the phone without soundling like I’m high on cold and flu medication. Last time I was sick I made the mistake of buying twelve hour Polaramine instead of the six hour and I was slurring my words for a week.

kung fu and wolf like creatures.

Posted on June 3, 2009

The other day, Cassidy came tearing in from outside where both the kids had been playing peacefully.

She came screaming up the stairs and grabbed onto my leg blubbering…”Oisaac…..(sob)…Oisaac….(sob)”. At the moment, “Oisaac” came in the door and all that was missing was a big GUILTY stamp accross his forehead. Recently Isaac has been in trouble for his kung fu moves, inspired by a little too much Kung Foo Panda. He will often run towards Cassidy at full speed and screech to a halt and fling his leg around in a very un-calcuated kung fu kick. This has proven to been excellent in getting him in trouble with me, but apparently worth it for the ticked off response from his sister.

I asked, “what did you do to her”, assuming I already knew the answer. First rule of parenting: assume nothing.

He said, “I was only pretending to be Wolverine”.

No, our six year old son has not seen nor will he see what I know to be a recent Hugh Jackman movie that I don’t doubt to be full of blood, violence, and I assume, wolf-like creatures. I guess I could blame school yard talk or I could just put it down to him being a boy – with a little sister that screams when you frighten her. Awesome as.