Showing posts with label Charlie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charlie. Show all posts

Wednesday, 21 March 2012

I promise...


This time two years ago, we were finally walking wheel-chairing away from a very long stay in hospital with my gorgeous son, Charlie.

He had been in traction with a broken femur, flat on his back, in traction, in the Adelaide Women and Children's Hospital, for weeks and weeks. It was horrible. Truly - I wouldn't wish such an experience on anyone. The whole period was, without a doubt, vile.

Charlie finally got out of his horizontal position and was in a wheelchair and a full hip spica - a plaster cast set around his entire body, to maintain a rigid healing position for his leg and hip.

One of the first things Charlie was desperate to do once he was in his wheel chair was get some fresh air. So our first "date" away from the ward was to the hospital Play Deck.

The before shot of the Women and Children's Play Deck - nice, but needs improvement!

It was enticing at the time - fresh air and autumn sunshine on his face - I remember seeing him close his eyes and smile in relief and literally suck up mouthfuls of fresh air. His wheelchair had loads of streamers attached to it and they blew and fluttered in the breeze like a paper rainbow. I cried.

So when I was approached by Meadowlea, with regard to their Plant Seed Promise, I was thrilled to find out that they have made a commitment to build new gardens throughout major hospitals throughout Australia, including the Adelaide Women and Children's.

The first garden is already opened and established -

Sophie Falkiner and  Karen Kingham, at St Georges, NSW
As you'd imagine, I am careful about the fats I use in my diet and also in the food that I cook and serve to the rest of the family.

I am aware of the nutritional differences between margarine and butter. But I'll be honest, I have always opted for butter on the basis that I eat so little of this kind of spread, that it makes no difference.

But then of course I realised I have to be more aware of what the kids are eating. And that by switching from butter to a spread like MeadowLea, I can save the kids 7.5kg of saturated animal fat a year. (Yes, you read that right. Just toast and sandwiches saves 2.5kg of saturated fat per person...)

I was also a little cautious - would the kids even like a spread like MeadowLea after eating butter their whole lives? Only one way to find out - I bought some MeadowLea and tried it on them for a week. And you know what? No one noticed the difference at all...apart from the fact that Lexie found it easier to spread on her toast...

I can't quite believe that after a lifetime of eating butter, I have made the switch this easily!


MeadowLea have developed the Plant Seed Promise - which is based of families committing to switch to MeadowLea - the more families that switch, the more gardens will get built.

For recipe ideas, go here.
For more details on MeadlowLea and the Plant Seed Promise, go here.

Butter or margarine?  Is it worth switching, do you think?

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Disclaimer - sponsored by the lovely folk at Naked Communications.  But, I would have blogged about it regardless - I am appreciative of the information and particularly impressed by the way MeadowLea have approached this initiative. So I am doing it for the love of the blog, for the love of good sense, and because hospital gardens are a topic close to my heart...

Saturday, 4 February 2012

Love letters...





The reason for my love letter to my kids? Because I believe the best love letters need to be hand written.

I always write love letters and thank you notes and postcards in my own handwriting, if I can.

I stash handwritten stuff around the place too. For my kids to find.

They don't really care.

They might care, one day.

I have handwritten stuff from my Dad that appears. Appears when I need it.  An old letter that he wrote to me when I first left home to go to uni will drop out of a book. I know every word - it is etched on my memory; but my heart swells as I stop and sit, and read that letter again.

I do not expect that my kids will have the need to find my handwriting for a great many many years. But when they do; when they need a link, a thread, a golden thread to their Mum, to me, they will discover my words, in my hand. I hope it brings them some calm, and some peace in their hearts.

Go over to see Eden? I am linking up with her today. She is a legend. And a blogging legend. I love her and I love the idea of her meme linky thingo...

Do you love your handwriting? What do you still hand write these days?


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Monday, 24 October 2011

Cereal Box Craft...


I have no shame in admitting that I once was a lot little bit into the idea of scrap booking. Instead of the traditional baby books, I scrap booked all of the photos of my children for the first two years of their lives. Then, I gave up with a sigh of relief. I have done the odd layout since, but there are huge volumes and hundreds of dollars worth a lot of crafty scrap booking supplies laying redundant in our house.

So, I let Olivia and Lexie help themselves to a whole heap of stuff the other day, and we set about some craft. They had a ball. I turned a blind eye to the glue and the snipping. Even Charlie got a little bit interested. (Only after I tore him away from the Wii. That is a whole other blog post...)

I had scoured Google earlier for some ideas, so here I give you  our collection of cereal box craft:


Cereal Box Gift Bag (which Lexie now uses to cart all her Barbie bits and bobs around in...


Magazine holder made from a Cornflakes box...Olivia now has this in her room to hold all of her various colouring/activity books.


As it was school holidays a week or two back, we indulged in "little packets". And what better way to use the boxes than a hair band tidy in Olivia's room. (Saves me vacuuming the hair bands up. Hair bands all over the floor area constant irritation in my life...)







 For any of these cereal box crafts, all you need is a stack of tape, glue sticks, embellishments and pretty papers. And scissors and a black marker and a ruler too. And of course, a healthy supply of cereal boxes.

And time and patience, obviously.




This fridge file is magnetically stucck to the fridge - so they kids can stick all the school/swimming/netball notes straight in there for me to ignore read.
Olivia and Charlie and Lexie are very proud of their creations. Next on the list, apparently, is a puppet show TV and a filing cabinet for all my crap fadmin paperwork.

And there was no glitter involved. Result.

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PS This post is not sponsored by Kellogg's at all, but I was given a whole stack of Kellogg's cereal as a result of going to a brunch meeting with them.


Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Conflict resolution...?

I have three imperfect children, who I adore. But they also drive me mad.



School holidays are a time when their closeness in age, and their ability to manage their own emotions as well as sibling conflicts, is virtually impossible. For me and them.

Child 1, the moment she is tired or bored will become a whiner. Her speech alters, as does her ability to listen to reason. Unable to see the big picture through tired eyes, she will hone in on the minutiae of an argument, and then whine until she gets her own way. Or cry pathetically, as she continues to attempt to get her own way. It sets my teeth on edge and makes me want to scream. (Which I do, sometimes. Once, after having an afternoon full of whining, I ended up losing my temper and I threw a little chair at a tree in the garden. And yes, I do appreciate that I am not sending a very good example here. Perfect mother I am not...)

Child 2 is laid back. He handles pretty much most things. He is a content middle child. But I realise he operates on a slow burn. And when he finally realises he is being left out/neglected/wound up/treated unfairly, he snaps. He does not suffer fools well.  I can see his fists clench and his anger rise. He goes red and I can just tell he has a fury waiting to explode. Instead of lashing out, his anger results in tears of utter frustration. He takes himself immediately, howling, to his room, where he punches the shit out of some godawful Sponge Bob cushion that collects dust under his bed. Twenty minutes later, after a nice good sulk, he reappears, as if nothing has happened.

Child 3 is a drama queen. She is a performer. She is the dibber dobber. She is the manipulator. The wheedler. Or, she yells and cries and runs away the moment anyone doesn't do as she plans. She has perfected the art of the screechy uncontrollable tantrum. She verbalises her frustrations by hollering phrases such as "you are the worst Mumma I ever had!" and flounces off, crying loudly and dramatically - she often opens her bedroom window so that the neighbours can get first class audio of her production. She then either writes all over her bedroom walls or falls asleep. (I hope for the latter...)

They are perfectly imperfect. But normal, I dare say. Tired, hungry, lacking in stimulation, lacking in attention from me, lacking in their usual routine. Overstimulated, too much choice, too much screen time, too much junk food. Lacking in one on one time, missing Dad. Whatever the reasons, and the reasons vary, it can all end up, some days, with a little bit of chair throwing of some kind...



They are developing methods of managing their own conflicts and frustrations. Kind of. They test each other, and me. It drives me mental, but I am also fascinated at how their different personalities implode...

I have no idea of the right or wrong way to parent these habits. Should I go with the flow? Or try and make them calm and rational? Is that even ever possible? Should I bribe and cajole? Or are they just kids being kids? Just put up with it and throw a chair at a tree at the end of the day? How will these methods and traits manifest into adult personalities?

Tell me, how do you help your kids manage their conflicts and frustrations? How to you manage your own? Or do you just put up with it and chuck the odd chair about, and hope for the best?


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Sunday, 21 August 2011

The one Kelloggs didn't ask me to post...

Last week I spent some time in Sydney, and went to a brunch hosted by Kelloggs.

It was not a brunch for Kelloggs to push their ideas or products onto me.

It was, amazingly, a genuine call from a large company to really find out what parents want from a product.

They did not expect or ask us to blog about anything at all.

And the humility and modesty quietly illustrated by Kelloggs with respect to their philanthropic nature impressed me enourmously. It demonstrates a long but unflashy committment to integrity which appeals to me.

I realise I have been a loyal user of their products since I was a child. I remember this advert jingle getting stuck in my head in since the mid 1970's...




So in response, I tout my children to you in a unscripted vlog, filmed around our breakfast table in our grubby kitchen the morning after I returned...enjoy.




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PS If you do want information on Kelloggs and cereals in general, it's here - Love Your Cereal.

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

What do you get when...



What do you get when you cross a bucket of green slime goo with a bucket of Lego?

What do you get when you cross Captain Underpants with Danny Champion of the World?





What do you get when you cross dinosaurs with "information books"?

What do you get when you cross Chess with Uno Stacko?

What do you get when you cross a trip to the City on the O'Bahn and yum cha lunch with Daddy?

What do you do when you cross Sonic and Super Mario?

What do you do when you cross Harry Potter with a Wii game?




What do you get when you have not one but two parties at the weekend?

What do you get when you wake up and there is a whole big pile of pressies on the breakfast table?


You get a very happy birthday for a very very special little boy called Charlie.


Charlie is six years old today.

In this past year he has re-learned how to walk, re-learned how to run, jump and climb. (He had a broken femur last year.)

He has started school and thrown himself into every aspect of school with a grin and the presumption of success.

He has learned that kindness and charm are his greatest allies in life.

He has learned that his Daddy is his hero and his best friend.

And he has learned that his Mummy loves him all the way until the numbers run out. Infinity is an amazing thing.

I could not be more proud of you Charlie. Happy birthday mate.



Sunday, 29 May 2011

So you think you can dance?



This is just over a minute of So You Think You Can Dance footage of my children.

It's chaos, it's cheesy. It's noisy and badly edited. But....

It was taken last night at the little blue light disco that precedes the main feature at the Drive In movies that we are in the habit of enjoying on a Saturday night. (Last night we saw Hop and it was pretty cute. Next month we'll be going again to see Cars 2 and I cannot wait!)

My son, Charlie, is a little groover. This time last year he was in a full body cast after having spent months in traction, as a result of a horrific spiral fracture to his left femur. Hence it brings me so much joy to see him dismiss his limp and just get on down and boogie.

So you think you can dance my Charlie boy? Yep, I think you can dance.


Monday, 11 April 2011

The Boys...

My daughters, Olivia and Lexie, and I indulge in "girl time" a fair bit. Be it bubble baths together, or mammoth colouring in sessions, or singalongs to Grease.  We do chick stuff together. We revel in it.

Charlie, my son,  maybe misses out, then, through the week?

He spend lots of time with me - he walks with me some mornings. He always requests to have his bedtime reading last, as he knows this allows me to linger with him, and snuggled together on his bed, we chat.

So it is pottery weekends like the one we have all just shared together that I notice that Charlie is determined and relieved and excited to get "boy time" with Daddy.





They have been like one anothers shadow all weekend, in the thin sunshine. They have shopped for plants and garden "stuff" at the nursery.

They have focused, almost silently, over a huge jigsaw (now complete).

They have riddled out compost and planted out more beetroot seedlings. They have fryed big breakfasts together.

They have cleaned the Weber, cooked a roast, and started a bonfire pile. Together.

They have flopped on the couch and watched sport and Sponge Bob and shared a mug of tea, together.

They have passed me by, with the odd pat, the odd kiss.

They have enjoyed boy time.

As I have enjoyed watching them both, my lovely boys, immersed in one another.

It makes me realise how vital it is to spend one on one time with my lovely children, and to let Daddy get that time in too...

If you have boys, tell me you father son tales?

Do you make time to spend individually with your kids? One on one?




I am linking this post up to the Weekend Rewind


Monday, 8 November 2010

Smooshed...

Oh Charlie.

My poor wee lamb pie.

My son Charlie, he is five.

He is the love of my life. He rocks my world.

He has a smooshed face.

He took a BIG tumble in the playground at school the other day, and ended up in hospital with concusion and a crushed nose and a split lip, and an egg on his head the size of a cricket ball.



He is, now, totally fine.

I am now, totally fine.

Thank you to everyone for yor tweets and messages and hugs of support last week. I needed it, and I feel very cossetted by the virtual hugs. Thank you.

Sunday, 24 October 2010

Starting School ........

I posted a little while back, on how Charlie has started out at school.

Last term he did the "transition" days, from kindy to reception.

Big school.

And now, he is officially a school boy.

(SA has a rolling termly intake. As soon as they get to age five, they start in reception the very next term. He is a term late, as a result of his broken femur. The anticipation, as a result of this delay, is all the more heightened!)

He loves it.



He can barely contain his excitement at the prospect of school each day.

He is dressed and ready to go by 7am every morning.

He skips and jumps at the idea of a school lunchbox.

He is fascinated by the bells, the rules, the library, the routines and the whole school system.

He loves his teacher. He loves that he knows a number of the big kids. ( I love this too. I find comfort in the idea that he is being looked out for by the older kids.....)

He loves learning to read. He loves his water bottle. Hell, he loves homework, even!

I suspect the novelty will wear thin, soon.

But I have a gut feeling that his confidence in the school setting will stay. And for that I am truly grateful.

But for now, we will all just revel in his joy and enthusiasm.

He is already excited about Monday morning.

I am just a bundle of relief and gratefulness that he is all OK at school.

xx

Sunday, 17 October 2010

An interview with a school boy......


My son, Charlie, started school this term.
He is five.

He is utterly adorable.

(He takes a brilliant cameo role on my blog. I interview him regularly, for no other reason than I find conversations with him so bloody hilarious.)

So I give you, today, an interview with a very new little school boy......this was undertaken at the end of last term, when he had school visits.


Me: Charlie, mate, are you looking forward to starting at school?
Charlie: (Exasperated) You know I am Mum. You know I am very 'cited 'bout school. I have had my "calemdar" going for 46 sleeps. Going to school takes too many sleeps. (Big sigh)

Me: How many sleep is it now mate?

Charlie: (Hopping up and down on one spot) JUST ONE MORE SLEEP!!

Me: So, do I gather you are a bit excited about starting school?
Charlie: Yes. I cannot WAIT till I am a big boy at big boy school.

Me: Charlie, what is the best bit about school, d'you reckon?
Charlie: I like my new teacher but I like playing best. In the yard. And squirting my water bottle. (I suspect the squirting of water bottles is the modern day Aussie version of conker fights?)


Me: Oh. What about your new school uniform, mate? Is it smart?
Charlie: (Shrugs) It's the same as 'Livia's. (Olivia is Charlie's elder sister. She is 6. An old hand at this school buisiness.)
Me: And what colour is the uniform, Charlie?

Charlie: It's blue. You know that Mum. You ironed it and sewed my name tape fing in all the shirts. I like my school hat. You have to wear the hat at recess and lunchtime else the teachers don't let you play in the yard, they make you sit on the bench under the veranda instead. That is so boring. I am never gonna lose my hat, not never.    
Charlie: I don't fink so Mum. I don't fink I'll bovver wiv reading. 'Livia can read to me instead. I will play on the 'puters instead. Or squirt my water bottle. Yeah. I will squirt my water bottle instead, I fink.

Me: Oh. Charlie, why don't you want to bother with reading? (Slight panic in voice......)
Charlie: I can't read Mum, so I won't bovver. Nahhh.

Me: (Even more panic from me by this stage....) But Charlie, that is one of the main things about going to big school. So that you can learn to read.
Charlie: But I don't want to. I can't read. And I don't wanna. Mum, what colour is my drink bottle? Can I have a Spider Man drink bottle? Please?

Me: Maybe we need to sort the reading business out mate, before we worry about your drink bottle? (Crapping myself that I have bred an illiterate.......)
Charlie: Nah. Mum, I don't wanna talk to your 'phone anymore. Talking about reading is boring, Mum. I am gonna practice squirting my water bottle. (Runs off.)


The next day, after school:

Charlie: Mum, I am on level two readers. I can already read, y'know. School is so cool. My teacher is better than you. She taught me to read. They are easy books, so I read three books really quick, 'cos they only have one word on each page, so it is so easy for me. I fink I am a good reader. I love reading. Mum, can I read one of your books? Mum, am I doing reading next week at school, or somefink different? Mum, do you know I am gonna be the best reader in the world? Mum? I love you Mum, but I love reading more.

Me: Mate, you rock my world. How was your water bottle?
Charlie: I am the best squirter. But I liked the reading more.
Me: (Breathes utter sigh of relief.) Good. I love you mate.
             Charlie: (Bored with me now.) I know Mum. (Running off)  You tell me that all the time.

So there you have it. A little peak into the world of a little Aussie lad, starting school........
(And the totally unfounded Mummy worries that go along with it.........)

Friday, 13 August 2010

Charlie's Scarf

You may have read last week how Lexie was modelling one the gorgeous scarfs from Sew Thea.

Not to be outdone, my son Charlie soon started nagging me incessantly for one for himself.

"Mummy, your friend Fea? The one with the pretty crown? The one that does the knitting wiv needles? Can Fea make me a scarf for my neck too? Please?"

So in the blink of a Tweet, Fea Thea was quickly commissioned, and within a day she had listed a whole range of gorgeous blue and boyish scarfs for Charlie to choose from, on her Sew Thea Made It shop.

Charlie chose, grinning from ear to ear and it arrived yesterday.

He loves it. I love it.

I love that Thea made it so fast, for him.

And so to model another one of Thea's creations, I give you Charlie.



(Thea tells me she is making hats too, as well as planning aprons for summer stock..........I cannot wait!)

Sunday, 1 August 2010

The Show.........

There have been a couple of posts, recently, on the joys of dressing up and the pleasures of the child produced shows and concerts that our "talented" offspring get up to.

Alison had me in utter stitches over here at the Pink Fibro with her tales of The Concert Phase

Lori, who is herself a bit of a performing talent, recently scribed on the pleasures of kids dress-ups.

I am a fan too.

I have a Farcebook album dedicated to "dress up snaps".

Olivia's wardrobe has a whole section dedicated to costumes.

If I am tired of listening to the kids crap on the telly, it is my first suggestion - "Anyone for dress ups?" and then I generally get stampeded by all my kids as they clamber over me and each other to get to the dress ups.....

My beautiful friend Roseanne is a master at the dress ups. In the blink of an evening she can stitch up a pirate suit out of an old pair of pajamas, or a dinosaur out of an old green tracksuit, some slipper socks and some green sponges. (I kid you not. She and her dress up skills are amazing.)

You may also have read about mine and Olivia's love of all things Gruffalo. (For anyone who has not read this book, you need to go and beg, buy or borrow a copy. It is wonderful.)

So, I give you snaps of the kids version of the "Gruffalo Show"......



They dressed up. (Costumes entirely inspired and  homemade via the beautiful Rosanne.) The preparations, the swapping of costumes, the "direction", the joy. They sang. They ran around. They stomped. They wriggled and danced and swooped and generally had a brilliant time.........and ask me to sit down and watch repeat performances pretty much daily.

A success, I think.

Tuesday, 20 July 2010

Interview with a FIVE year old!

Some months back, I did an interview with Charlie, my son, aged four. (It was pretty funny, and very cute.)

A couple of things of have happened since I did that last interview.

Firstly, I have a new phone that has a voice recorder on it. Which Charlie LOVES to play with. Loves the sound of his own voice much? Yep.

Plus, my four year old is now, as of today, a big five year old. It's his birthday.



So I give you "An Interview with a Five Year Old"

Me - Hey Charlie, how old are you?
Charlie - I am FIVE today. I am still not catching up to 'Livia.

Me -  And what day is it today?
Charlie - Muuum, (in exasperation) it's my BIRFDAY. (Pause.) Did you not know that Mum? (Worried.)

Me -  Yes darling, I did know that. Don't worry. So, tell me, what happens on your birthday?

Charlie - I go to kindy, and I am taking cakes. And I will eat five cakes 'cos I am five.

Me -  Right. And what else happens on your birthday?

Charlie -  Everyone sings "Happy Birfday" to me all the time and I get loads of parcels from The Office. (I think he means the Post Office. And he'd be right. I have been carded every day for a fortnight to nip in and pick up packages for Charlie!)

Me - And what happens later on today Charlie?
Charlie - After kindy I have to play with Lexie but I don't want to 'cos she is 'noying, but I have to, and then I have to wait for Daddy to get home and I get to have my best dinner, and that is pizza wiv pineapple.

Me - Charlie, did you open some birthday presents this morning?
Charlie - Mum, (exasperated again),  you know I did. You were there when I opened my presents.

Me - Oh, OK. Remind me Charlie, what did you get?
Charlie - (Jumping up and down with excitement.) I got a Leapster and a SpongeBob game. Mum, can I please play with my Leapster again now? PLEEEEASE Mum?

Me - No, we have to get to kindy.
Charlie - Mum, you are a meanie. It is MY BIRFDAY. (Fake cranky.)

Me - Later, I promise.
Charlie - Mum. Please make sure Lexie doesn't play wiv my Leapster when I am not here? Please?

Me - OK mate, I promise.
Charlie - Mum, you can play wiv my Leapster if you like. I'll let you.

Me - Thanks sweets. Charlie, can I tell you something?
Charlie - I know what you are gonna say Mum. You are gonna say "I love you".

And then he reached across and gave me a big smacking kiss.

Me - (Heart melting) Oh Charlie, how did you get so charming?
Charlie - (running off) 'cos I is handsome Mum, 'cos I am five.

Happy Birthday mate. Today, as all days, you rock my world.


Monday, 21 June 2010

Point and Shoot - Dropping Kisses

A very good friend of mine has had a new baby recently.

I am clucky, obviously.

But not as much as my son, Charlie.

He, quite simply, fell in love with the new little baby girl. And held her for an hour or two. And fed her. And smelled her downy head. And dropped kisses on her head too.

He is so gentle. I am so proud of my little boy.



This is my point & shoot for the weekend.......pop over to Fat Mum Slim if you want to see more.......

Tuesday, 4 May 2010

Charlie, on the mend.....

Charlie, my son, is on the mend.

This is a fairly crappy snap.




But the thing is, I took it last night.

As he crept into the room behind me, when he should have been tucked into bed.

But I didn't mind.

You see, he walked all by himself to come and give me one last cuddle.

He walked. Up the stairs. By himself.

Charlie, you are my hero, my little legend, and I love you SO MUCH.

We still have a way to go. He is crooked and limping. But very much on the mend, and thank goddess for that.

I am fundraising for charity on Charlie's behalf: please see the details here.

Wednesday, 28 April 2010

Captain Starlight........I am doing a half marathon for charity........

If you read this post here you will see that I am going for a 20:20:20 challenge.

If you read these posts here and here, you will see that my son Charlie was recently hospitalised, and that one of the few bright spots of his long stay at the Woman and Children's hospital was indeed the very cool Captain Starlights.

So, I am going to add to my 20:20:20 challenge by trying to raise $500 for the Starlight Children's Foundation.

Each year there are over 600,000 child admissions made to hospitals across Australia. Today, Starlight can only reach ‘1 in 3’ of these children. Their ultimate goal is to enable each and every child to have access to Starlight programs.

$500 gets Captain Starlight out to visit about 60 kids. I am trying to do my bit by raising $500, by completing the McLaren Vale Half Marathon on October 10th.

So, if you would like to help me by donating, please, I would love it if you could.

Thank you!

Monday, 26 April 2010

De-Clutter (of brain and body)

Thank you, everyone, for all of your birthday wishes.

I have felt a bit like a bloke in a cave about my birthday. I avoided the 'phone and Facebook and the postman. I wanted to avoid the birthday and all the well wishers.

And then I realise that it probably wasn't just my birthday I was avoiding, it was just life in general that made me want to avoid the 'phone and the people.



It has been a tricky start to the year for us, and I am feeling more than a little fragile.

Charlie is now really on the mend: he is now finally out of the cast, and it only took him a week to take his first unaided wobbly steps by himself. I cried. Enough said.

It has made me realise that I feel like I have been stuck on hold for a good few months.

So, this week coming up I am determined to make it a bit more about me me me me me.

I need to de-clutter this house of ours and de-clutter this brain of mine.

I need to de-junk the fridge and the pantry.

I need some new weight and fitness goals. I need some new plans.

I need to just push past all the crappolo that has been the past few months and get on with the diminishing.

Will you watch this space for my plans, and share this next stage with me?

Monday, 19 April 2010

Back to school, Back to Shoes

Back to school today.

And so back to shoes for my Charlie boy, who is finally getting his cast off today. (For any new followers, my son had an accident a while back....we are now, 2 months on, finally on the home stretch!)

Plus we have wiped the dust off some more autumnal footwear......and I for one am very glad of the chillier weather so that I can get my boots back on. I am tired of slides and slappy sandals.

As such, lovely husband did his usual task of getting the shoe cleaning kit out and gathering up shoes from all around the house and polishing them all up.


This snap makes me realise how my childrens feets are growing so fast.  And how much I love them.

(This is my Point &Shoot for the adorable Chantelle over at Fat Mum Slim.)

Friday, 16 April 2010

Interview with a Four Year Old

Mummy got tagged by her funny blogging friend at Hot Cross Mum, and so that means that me, Charlie, aged 4 (but my birfday is in July so I am nearly 5) gets to write fings in Mummy's 'puter. On her bog.  I won't break it, I promise, 'cos I love playin' on the 'puter.



We are meant to be doing hard questions on Spring, because it is getting to be Spring where the Hot Cross Mum lives. (I fink she lives in England which is 2 sleeps away.) But I live in Australia, so I fink that we should do easy questions on Autumn instead. That's OK?




Here are all Mummy's questions, and my answers:

Mummy: Mate, do you know what Autumn is?
Charlie: Yep. It is when it starts to get too chillery to swim and the pool gets shut for ages. And we have to go to the smelly inside pool instead.

Mummy: And what happens to the trees in Autumn?

Charlie: They stop growing and all their leaves fall off 'cos they have not had enough drinks of water. They should drink more water. If you drink more water, you get more emergy.

Mummy: Right. What type of clothes do you wear in Autumn, Charlie boy?

Charlie: The t-shirts get longer arms. And Mummy, is that when you make me wear a jacket? I only like my Spiderman jumper.

Mummy: What about shoes for Autumn?

Charlie (Impateient): I don't wear shoes Mum. I have a broken leg. I am in a wheelchair. But can I have new sneakers when my cast comes off? Ones that make me run faster? Mum, how many sleeps till my cast comes off? When my cast comes off, can I go swimming?

Mummy: Yes darling. What about slippers?
Charlie (Frowning): What about slippers?

Mummy: Is the food different in Autumn?
Charlie: Your food is nice Mum. I like your food. I like ice cream best. Can we have ice cream in Autumn? Can I have some ice cream right now?

Mummy: No. It is 8.24 in the morning. No ice cream buddy.
Charlie: Too chillery? Mum, can I stop talking about this now and watch Giggle and Hoot?

Mummy: OK my love. (And for the record, it is just four more sleeps till the stinking cast comes off.)

So, fank you for reading.

Mummy says I have to pick some more bogs for other nice Mummys to do this with their kids too.......any age, any topic......

I just looked at all the pictures of the faces and I pick:


Thea at Do I Really Wanna Blog
Seraphim at Ah, the Possibilities
Faith, Hope and a Whole Lotta Love
Jen from Jemikaan
PPMJ from Pink Patent Mary Janes