This is a conversation I had with Holly on the way home from a friend's house (Lisa, who has 4 daughters) yesterday.
Holly: When can it happen?
Me: When can what happen?
Holly: When can I be in Lisa's family?
Me: Um never. You can't change families. You have to stay in the family you're born into.
Holly: I wish I was born out of Lisa's tummy.
Me: (Hmmmm...) Sorry, that's impossible, you can't change that.
Holly: But God can, God can do anything.
I was then at a loss as to what to say!
It has begun. The "everyone else's family is so much cooler" stage. :(
Thursday, 19 September 2013
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Monday, 9 September 2013
On the move!
I started to write the below post on 18th July (nearly 2 months ago! - oops!).
Claudia has finally started moving. Not quite up on her hands and knees crawling around, but a good commando-style dragging herself around. She had been doing it a bit for a while (maybe moving about 30cm for the last month or so) but in the last few days she's become adventurous and has started getting around the house. I know I have to be more careful now. Last night I was flying solo. I put her down in the dining room next to all her toys while I dressed the kids after their shower* and came back to find her in the lounge room next to some vomit. Hmm... later when I was cleaning up the vomit, I discovered a small piece of sticky tape in the middle of it, which she must have put in her mouth and gagged on.
* they normally would have a bath of course. Unfortunately Claudia pooed in the bath before they got in, necessitating the shower. Why does poo in the bath and vomit happen on the night Stefan is out???
Post Script - I was intending to put a crawling video on, but as I still haven't worked out how to do this properly, I think I'll just post it without the video.
And now she's nearly up on her hands and knees crawling, and getting so fast!
Claudia has finally started moving. Not quite up on her hands and knees crawling around, but a good commando-style dragging herself around. She had been doing it a bit for a while (maybe moving about 30cm for the last month or so) but in the last few days she's become adventurous and has started getting around the house. I know I have to be more careful now. Last night I was flying solo. I put her down in the dining room next to all her toys while I dressed the kids after their shower* and came back to find her in the lounge room next to some vomit. Hmm... later when I was cleaning up the vomit, I discovered a small piece of sticky tape in the middle of it, which she must have put in her mouth and gagged on.
* they normally would have a bath of course. Unfortunately Claudia pooed in the bath before they got in, necessitating the shower. Why does poo in the bath and vomit happen on the night Stefan is out???
Post Script - I was intending to put a crawling video on, but as I still haven't worked out how to do this properly, I think I'll just post it without the video.
And now she's nearly up on her hands and knees crawling, and getting so fast!
Five
We recently had a significant birthday in our house (every birthday is significant when you're a kid, right?!). Our Holly turned 5!!
It was so much fun celebrating with her. We decorated the house the night before, and gave her some presents in the morning.
We took some cupcakes to Junior Jivers (the music/dance program we go to on a Friday).
After Junior Jivers a friend looked after Claudia so Holly and I could go to a cafe for lunch together.
That night I let her choose what she wanted for dinner. She chose lasagne (a girl after Stefan's own heart!). I also let her choose a drink (pink fizzy). She had such a lovely day and felt so special. And there was only a very tiny bit of "it's my birthday so I'll cry if I want to" behaviour. :)
We had her party the next day, and I'll post the photos from that in another post, but here's a few of us getting ready for the party.
That night I let her choose what she wanted for dinner. She chose lasagne (a girl after Stefan's own heart!). I also let her choose a drink (pink fizzy). She had such a lovely day and felt so special. And there was only a very tiny bit of "it's my birthday so I'll cry if I want to" behaviour. :)
We had her party the next day, and I'll post the photos from that in another post, but here's a few of us getting ready for the party.
Making teacup biscuits
Stefan doing his usual wonderful job of making the cake
Saturday, 3 August 2013
When I was a child...
I remember having those moments, as a child, when a parent or someone older would say "When I was a child..." Sometimes it was fascinating, sometimes not so much. I think it did help to build up a surreal, vague sort of picture (from a child's perspective) about what life used to be like in the "olden days".
Well I had one of those moments yesterday. But this time from the other side. Zac had his preschool photos taken yesterday. The photographer spent some time taking photos of the kids playing and doing what they do, and then took a couple of whole class shots. In the afternoon we were telling a friend (an adult) about it, and she asked Zac "can I see the photos when you get them?". No reply, so she asked again. Still a very blank look. And then it dawned on me. Kids, nowadays, don't really have that same concept of - you take photos and then get them printed and get to look through them. It's very rare that I actually get photos printed. Occasionally Zac will see the photos on the computer, but usually so long after the event, that I'm not sure (from a 3 year old perspective) that he'd connect it with the specific occasion of me taking a photo.
It made me want to explain to him "When I was a child..." But I didn't. Not yet. I think from his current 3 year old perspective, it might not be so interesting. I'll give him a year or two. :)
Well I had one of those moments yesterday. But this time from the other side. Zac had his preschool photos taken yesterday. The photographer spent some time taking photos of the kids playing and doing what they do, and then took a couple of whole class shots. In the afternoon we were telling a friend (an adult) about it, and she asked Zac "can I see the photos when you get them?". No reply, so she asked again. Still a very blank look. And then it dawned on me. Kids, nowadays, don't really have that same concept of - you take photos and then get them printed and get to look through them. It's very rare that I actually get photos printed. Occasionally Zac will see the photos on the computer, but usually so long after the event, that I'm not sure (from a 3 year old perspective) that he'd connect it with the specific occasion of me taking a photo.
It made me want to explain to him "When I was a child..." But I didn't. Not yet. I think from his current 3 year old perspective, it might not be so interesting. I'll give him a year or two. :)
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
Pizza!
On Sunday after church, we went with some friends to Noreuil Park where there is a community pizza oven. We brought some dough and a whole lot of pizza toppings, and made our pizzas together. The kids made their own, choosing their own toppings, which they loved. They then took their pizzas on trays over to the pizza man running the oven. He popped them in the 400 degree oven for us, and brought them out 4 minutes later, cooked perfectly. The kids loved it (and so did us adults!). Here's some photos
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