Mother of the Week

I got a polite note in Big brothers lunch box last week - 'He is eating all or most of his lunch at morning tea time. Perhaps he needs more for Lunch' How embarrasing!! Sending my child to school with not enough food. But then I checked the lunch box which was crammed, as suspected, with crusts. So we had a little chat about crusts and now he has food for morning tea and food for lunch. Yesterday he reported 'I ate all my crusts today, Mum!'
'Great' I said.
'And I ate all my sandwiches too!'
'Really great' I replied.
Little Brother wasn't quite so easy to convince. I heard him mutter from the back seat 'I'd like to see your lunchbox'.

Oh, the joys of summer uniform. Big Brother didnt need to bring home most of his winter uniform as he's conveniently lost most of it somewhere. He jumped into his short sleeved shirts and shorts happily, but the sandals have been a trial.
First I took him shopping 'for a good pair to last' and baulked at the $100 price tag.
Then we were given a pair 5th hand which sadly decided to break on the first day. I traced his foot and took it to the big red shed for a bargain fix. I grew up with hand-me-downs that always had a bit of room for growth, but I over estimated. He could fit both feet into one. So I returned and exhanged for a smaller size. But still no joy. After he tried them on and flapped around in them a bit he solemnly suggested 'Perhaps we could get some the SAME size as my foot?'
Good idea. Wished I'd thought of it.

Little brother has started planning his birthday cake. Only 7 months to go but it's obviously been on his mind. Yesterday driving he said 'Mum - can I have a Crayfish on my cake? A Dead one.' BB said -' You really want a dead crayfish on your birthday cake?'
LB -thinking, thinking - ' Yeah, I want a crayfish thats a candle on my cake. A dead one.'

Hello November

I admit it, Blog, I've been avoiding you.
Don't take it personally , though, you are too closely related to Email, whom I am also avoiding. (You are actually much cooler than Email to hang out with, but don't tell her. She'd have a complete Spam)
It's just being around Email means being constantly reminded of what I have yet to do (and I don't need a computer to do that, all I need to do is open my eyes inside my house).
And as for Facebook, he just reminds me of all the people I should be in contact with.
I wonder in 5 or 20 years time what our kids will be doing while avoiding what they should be doing?