Celebrating World Literacy Day in Style!

CRAZY HAIR DAY

Word Nest...

"You wouldn't read about it!"

It is one thing to put it all together, it is another to pull apart.... 

Got a bit stuck...

All of this was what went in...

Ummm...

Pure Style!

Much love all xox

Are you sure you have the right boy???

At coffee group on Tuesday Jill was sharing with me something she was told by a tourist she met and I retell it the best I can without 'polishing' the edges to much:

Jill was at the Crown Resort where she met and started chatting to an older lady who mentioned that when catching the bus earlier that day she had met a lovely young lad from New Zealand. Over the course of the bus conversation the young boy gave ideas of places to visit while visiting Rarotonga. From what I gather information was traded, he, the young lad shared that his mother was a teacher and step-father worked for the Ministry of Education. His family having moved over in January from Auckland.  Jill asked the lady "His name wasn't Josh by any chance?"

How small this world that we live in.  It was indeed Josh and Jill told the lady she would have to tell his mother as she is always 'on his case!' (haha).  I asked Josh if he had met a lady on the bus and what he had mentioned to her.  Being defensive as he is, he listed his conversation as Jill had laid it out to me including; places to visit during their stay,such as the waterfall, what myself and husband do, where we are from and why we came over.  

"See mum I am a good boy!"

It is lovely to hear this feedback and it boosted his ego to!  He danced around he house saying see, see, see... haha.  He then made comment that it also ment he was being a good amdasadore for his school.  Lordy, where does he get that one from?  I could hear the Jill and Josh support team Air Punch for days following!   

Air Punch

The act of punching into thin air, normally as a sign you are excited because you did something cool, or your team scored points in a match, and you want everyone to know about it. This is the equivalent to the 'woo-hoo' sound made by dumb chics when they are all talking about something stupid and they want to show their agreement on something dumb. It is important to chose the right moment when to air punch, and to do it right, or you will look like a douchebag.

  


Much love all xox

When enough is enough...

Okay so husband is currently away and has been for the last eight days.  He does not return to these shores for another seven days. Yah! Just over half way.  I in no way begrudge my better half of trips away and actually 'insist' that he take every opportunity that comes his way as you never know if the chance will come to you a second time.


What I have a problem with is that every time he does go away, life goes a little crazy! More then what is 'normal' for me.  It is NEVER plain sailing, run of the mill life. The last time was diabolical and this time has been no better.  So much so, I found myself laughing at myself in the shower this morning (and no not because seeing myself naked is funny...or maybe that too?!).  It is because for three nights in a row George has been up at crazy times 2am, 4.30am, for long periods of time.  Then last night I had gone to bed early and was woken at 11pm to Milly:  
Cough, cough, cough.... plaaaaar, mmuuuuummmmmm! Sob, sob...
Vomit everywhere! 
Taking her into the bathroom to clean her up, where she continued. So as a 'one man' show I needed to clean her, her bed and sheets and the bathroom.  Where do you start?


Eventually I had her in the bath washed and was cleaning the floor, until she decided sleep was what she wanted, not a great idea to try and sleep in the bath.  So by placing her in the recovery position (yes just redoing my First Aid) I then stripped the bed, remade, dressed and placed her back into bed! 
"Whew" 
Sheets to wash out I started that horrible task of scrubbing carrots, always carrots!  And I heard that sound again, cough, cough, gag - plaaa! BUGGER!  So with two lots of bedding to do I whipped off her mattress from her cot, put it on the lounge floor with a towel and that is where she slept with me next to her on the couch! There was no way I was putting her into bed with me incase there was any more to come out!  Eventually sleep did come, around 1am after a few more trips to the bathroom, where she looked ever so cute clutching the toilet bowl poor little thing.

All is well!

The whole thing is made funnier because the previous Sunday the washing machine decided it would fill but do nothing after that but beep.  I am sincerely glad that whoever is deciding on throwing these things my way decided not to throw in 'the runs' too! 


Even funnier still is, Milly woke this morning right as rain!  For breakfast she ate four pieces of toast and half an apple! She sat happily telling her brother she had been sick and to leave her bowl* alone. As a bleary eyed mother stared into her empty tea cup thinking, 'enough is enough'!

MUST GET SLEEEEEPPPP! (hehe)

*bowl used for just such vomiting occasions 






Much love all xox

Fathers Day away from home...

This Fathers Day Brendon has the dream Fathers Day morning...

• A full nights sleep
• The well needed and deserved sleep in
• and the all important breakfast cooked for him...

Sadly, this is all due to being currently away. He has missed out on the 3 hours George was up during the night with the 4.30pm whimper "I've done a poo..". But he has also missed the hugs and loves the kids have when snuggled up with us on a Sunday morning ...

Soooo I have made virtual breakfast in bed just as I would have if he was here.

Happy Fathers Day, Father Bear!

Then there is the way my mind plays breakfast in bed...

HAPPY FATHERS DAY LOVE FROM...
Nene, Josh, George and Milly.

The crazy continues...

Both the little ones are asleep and Josh has gone to support hubby's cricket team so I get some much earned 'Nene' time!
I decided I needed to finish off some bags, here are the results...

Little Island shoulder number

...and the back.

No# 2 Island bag

...it's front side.

... inside!

This one is made from material 'found' in Northcote Primary Schools staff room

... and it's reverse.

So there you go as my husband watches movies and eats his way through two and a half weeks away from his family.  His wife is at home making 'MORE' bags!  As I have no storage space I believe it is time to give them new homes?!


Much love all xox

Where's Wally?

So I was in the paper again yesturday...

See if you can find me....?

Scroll down if you are stuck...

Hard to see but you get the picture...

I am going to take my fame where ever I can!


Much love all xox

Pause a moment and feel their pain...

When the world is weighing on your shoulders just remember those poor suffering children...

The little boy that asked for a banana and recieved it peeled and with the ends removed.  Because his mum knows he doesn't like them... well TODAY he wanted those end bits.

The little girl that has clothes and someone to dress her... But, doesn't want the wear THAT dress. "TAKE IT OFF" she is heard screaming.

They are suffering too! Poor little buggers what a mean mother I am!


Much love xox