No more 3 yr olds in our house

This is our big 4 year old boy!

After presents this morning he was off to kinder where Mummy made a surprise appearance with a birthday cake! 

He also got to choose who he wanted to have sit on his birthday table with him and walked around to each child offering his cake.

Happy birthday my beautiful baby boy. It seems like just yesterday you were born and now you’re so grown up! I’m amazingly proud of you and love you to bits, always.

xxxxx

Peek-a-boo

Just checking in, there’s been some goings on behind the scenes and new things are emerging.

Soon I’ll be able to share with you, but until then I’ll leave you with a little hint:

 

 

Gumboots

More fun to wear if you wear nothing else!

 

Don’t eat the paint

Sunday afternoon, we’ve walked, we’ve brunched, we’ve milkshaked and now we’ve painted:

It was always going to happen…

How long is too long?

The age old question… how long is too long for a boy’s hair?

At the moment Aus has nice, neat, close cropped hair. It suits him and his eyes look gorgeous when he doesn’t have long hair falling in them!

And this is Noah now. I think this look kinda suits him too… but evidently the day care girls think otherwise. When he came back to care from holidays all they could say was ‘Oh look at his hair!’

I suppose it has become a bit wooly or mullet-ish if you will… especially when it actually goes curly when wet. I know little girls with less hair than this (though not through their parents choosing!)

He is booked in to the hair dresser tomorrow but I just don’t know if I should get it really short or just a little bit shorter.

Maybe I’ll get her to do a progressive cut and I’ll just stand there and say woo when I think it’s short enough. Pictures of my cropped little lamb tomorrow!

 

In the absence of a pool

Use a garbage bin and sprinkler instead… like so

He he he.

HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY!!

Thanks for all the lovely messages of support, it’s really touching that so many people care! So far everyone is safe and dry and I really hope it stays that way.

Actually what I really want is for everything to go back to normal. The strain of worrying for over 2 weeks, not knowing if you’ve made the right decision to protect your family, really gets to you after a while!

Where to start?

Christmas was happy and hectic and fun and exhausting!

Here’s some pics of Christmas eve out on the lake…

The boat captain/driver and his Nanny

The smallest boat passenger refusing to go to sleep!

The Captain getting to stand on the back of the boat under supervision

Then after the Kidlets finally went to bed it was assembly and Santa sack stuffing time!

Aus’s Santa sack… I think Santa went slightly overboard!

Noah’s Santa sack (I’ll do another post on the making of the Santa sacks soon)

And lastly Santa (aka Daddy) enjoyed his beer and cookie while the reindeer (aka Mummy) polished off the carrot.

Daddy also had an idea to convince Aus that the reindeer had actually been to visit… he took his torch and wandered up the road a bit to a paddock, collected some sheep poo and brought it back to sprinkle on the lawn as ‘reindeer poo’.

It worked and Aus was utterly convinced… the flies enjoyed it too!

More on Christmas day soon

‘Mum, please don’t tell Santa I was naughty!’

He actually said that to me on the way to meet Santa last night. 5 mins before he had been in the shower and covered the plug hole to make a little bath for himself… which spilled out all over the bathroom floor and into the hallway.

When we actually got to Santa this is as close as he would go.

Santa was asking him if he had been a good boy, he nodded and just stared. Actually he started to creep backwards and I had to give him a little nudge so Santa could reach him to give him some lollies!

His bestest Bud Brylie had no such qualms!

Both thought the balloons were pretty cool too!

2 more sleeps!

Treat time

Sometimes you just gotta get out of the house and treat yourself and your babies…

Babychinos and little men bickies!

And for Mummy… Mmm… that hits the spot!

 

Grandparents

This photo, in my opinion is the definition of Grandparents.

(taken of my parents and my children today)

Fishing and shoulder rides… and everything in between.

Lucky kids.

 

Best Buds

Thought I’d do a quick update on my cherubs today…

They really have become best buds and spend most of their time at home playing together. They love to ‘wrestle’, which mainly consists of Noah jumping on Aus’s back and then both of them rolling around on the floor.

They’ve worked out a system for eating sandwiches together- Aus doesn’t eat his crusts so after he eats the bread, he hands off the crust to Noah. They sit side by side and eat lunch together :)

Noah has also started talking, saying names and a few single words like ‘ball’ and ‘puppy’. He calls Aus ‘Odah’ and when Aus is visiting friends or at Kinda he wanders around the house yelling ‘Odah?’ ‘Odah?’ I don’t know how he will take it when his big brother goes off to school in a couple of years.

Aus is more switched on than ever and still asks about a hundred questions a day. Today at 11:00 I told him we had to sit quietly for a minute because it was Remembrance Day. That prompted a barrage of questions about why we had to sit quietly, which of course meant we weren’t sitting quietly at all. :)

Ah, they grow too quickly. I no longer have a baby and I can’t decide if it’s a good or sad thing. I don’t want to have another baby but I like having a baby around! Hmm… I guess I’ll just have to wait for some new nieces and nephews!

 

A factory where fun is made

Last week while in Bendigo we made a trip to the ‘Fun Factory’. Aus and Noah had a brilliant time riding in cars, swimming in balls, riding bikes, climbing and jumping on the jumping castle.

As a Mummy I’m very partial the idea of sipping a latte while my children run amuck in a place that it’s not just accepted, but encouraged!