It is no secret, I’ve whinged and posted about this before; I am finding my Small Boy a little difficult of late. He is two and a half, heading straight for three with a bullet, which is notoriously a big time of change for a little person. Some days I can work with that, keep […]
It’s early. Too early for the sun. Too early even for the birds, which is never a good sign. I can hear him coughing from across the room. I hope it is just a little tickle and he will go back to sleep but it isn’t. I offer a drink and his dummy and crawl […]
The Small Boy misses his sisters when they are at school. He asks me every few minutes “We going to get get the girls now??”. He doesn’t want to do anything during the day, though he will be swayed for a little while by an activity or two. Every little thing brings him to tears. […]
Zoe – ” You’re a noodge face!!” Izzy – “No! Weasel toes!” Muski – “Bum Cake!…. bum cake.. bum cake…bum cake.”
I’m so proud that my two year old son wandered around the library singing at the top of his lungs… “Lydia oh Lydia, oh have you met Lydia, Lydia the tattooed ladeeeeee” I’m so proud that my six year, upon seeing a new baby at the supermarket, asked me in a nice, loud, clear, voice… […]
Just as we all mourned the departure of the “Led Lobot in the Lubbish” and the “Fikey Fiders”, along came ‘shwactors’ and ‘airfwanes’ and ‘wollies’ to keep us all entertained! And if all else fails – throw in a fabulous ‘silly face’ and we’ll all be giggling!
The plan was to move Muski out of the cot next to our bed and into a big bed in his own room. In a perfect world that would have happened by now…. except that our world is not perfect and we still don’t have a building permit let alone that pesky extra bedroom, and […]
Yesterday we bought and built a bed for the Small Boy. He even slept in it most of last night…. more on that soon.