Instead of screens today… why not finger knit a teddy bear scarf? Cappers recently taught me how to finger knit. Her friend Stella taught her. I am always grateful to clever little friends who show my kids how to do the things I can’t. Cappers is really interested in all things wool – knitting, weaving,…
Island party ideas – games, decorations, invitations, food
Every now and then I think my patience for creating kids’ parties is reaching capacity… and then a birthday rolls around and before I can stop myself I’m enthusiastically bleating, “what theme do you want for your party this year?” Well, Cappers wanted a Fiji theme, which we successfully turned into ‘island party ideas’ and then…
Party | An island party invitation
We’re on the home stretch for party season – yay! Party season extends from May (Max) through June (Badoo) into August (me) and up to October (Cappers). It’s Cappers’ birthday in a couple of days in fact! Happy birthday, darling girl. Wait a minute… Max, Badoo, me, Cappers… um, actually, my man has his birthday the day…
Weekend Rewind 57 | Warts and poos and… oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there!
We had a shaky start to term 4 – we generally have shaky ‘starts’ at anything around here. Despite my best efforts, so far my kids could not be called ‘resilient’ by any stretch of the imagination. Which is a great shame as I think that’s one of our jobs as parents – to raise…
The voice of 1001 angels
Sob! Last night… sob! Okay, I’ll start again. Last night Cappers joined a choir of 1000 childr – sob! Last night Cappers joined a choir of 1000 children and it was very, very beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that I have a little teary moment every time I think of it. I always tear up…
Down in the mangroves
Kids get hurt a lot. They do a lot of physically bizarre things that result in injury. Walking, for instance, seems challenging for many. Others fall off their bikes, off trampolines, out of trees and, in some noteworthy cases, moving vehicles. My Cappers gets hurt many times every day. She is one of those children…
Little big girls
My Badoo is a little big girl. She has always wanted to be big. “When will I get boobies?” she asks. We are folding clothes and she has fumbled her way into a bra, it hangs around her neck like a lacy noose. “Someday,” I say wistfully, hastily putting the bra away. “Not soon, but…
Little old (world) lady
Last week Cappers’ (currently known as Gappers for obvious reasons…) class went to the Ryde School House on excursion. I would love to have been one of the ‘excursion mums’ on this one, but alas, work saw me too busy to volunteer. Gappers had two observations of the day worth noting. “It was really hard…
This week I’m grateful for… homemade concerts
As girls, my sisters and I (that’s Sister A and Sister C) were very big concert makers. You know the elaborate vaudeville kind that involves costumed ‘acts’ of every variety – singing, dancing, comedy (mostly unintentional). Our group performances culminated in a complicated rendition of the entire soundtrack from Grease, held in our neighbour’s double garage and…
One child versus 27 children
I would just like to mention that sometimes I wish I only had one child (as opposed to the other sometimeses when I wish I had none, of course). Easy there tiger, don’t get all roar-y on me, I’m not wishing away my beloved girls, not at all. But sometimes I imagine what it must…
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