Friday, 26 September 2008
Boo's fever-pitch with excitement -- he adores the 'big boys', loves the airplane, and can't wait to swim and splash all day long. Vanuatu is a wonderful place to visit, and the resort is perfect for children to explore.
We're planning plenty of swimming, snorkelling, canoeing, lazing, eating and sleeping (that last one sounds good to me!)
See you soon!
Thursday, 25 September 2008
Thursday September 25, 2008 ...
Outside My Window... the night is dark, with thick clouds blocking the stars from view ...
I am thinking... that I must remember to take Boo's bottle with us on holiday, or there'll be drama at bedtime ...
I am thankful for... modern medicine: specifically, the antibiotics that the doctor gave me today to nip an emerging chest infection in the bud. Hopefully I won't spend the next week or so coughing on the beach ...
From the kitchen... a salmon, broccoli and cheese quiche, served with tender crisp green beans and carrots: the perfect meal for using up almost every last item in the fridge ...
I am wearing... candy-striped flannel PJs (I won't wear a summer nightie until the nights are almost searingly hot), a heavy woollen dressing gown in light-blue checks, and pink, green and blue striped socks ...
I am creating... the layout of a new book on computing, which needs to be finished in the morning before we can leave!...
I am going... to Vanuatu on holiday! Tomorrow we drive to Auntie Margaret's house in the city, where we will stay Friday night as our flight leaves at 6am on Saturday morning ...
I am reading... Boo's glowing preschool report, which makes my heart sing with pride, and makes me laugh as I realise how well his teachers know him already (quote: "oh what a talker! Boo can talk to us about anything, and his love of stories is evident by his concentration and contribution to discussions about them.") ...
I am hoping... to pack everything I need quickly and easily tomorrow, and not forget a thing! ...
I am hearing... the quiet hum of the computer, and steady tick of the tiger-striped clock that Boo's kind and clever Great-Auntie made especially for him ...
Around the house... are scattered articles waiting to be packed, bins to empty, and flowers to discard ...
One of my favorite things... is getting on a plane and knowing that there is nothing else to be done except to relax and enjoy the ride -- and that soon the world will look, smell and feel so exotic ...
Here is picture thought I am sharing ...
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
Sunday, 21 September 2008
.. and gay.
Thursday, 18 September 2008
Sadly, the clover will be facing the noxious fumes of weed killer on the weekend, so this afternoon Boo and I plonked ourselves in the middle of this glory, intending to look for four-leafed clovers.
However, despite the incentive of a 20c reward for each lucky charm, Boo soon decided that running from a distance and throwing himself bodily into the soft mass of greenery was much more fun.
And then he anointed himself as "King of the Clover". Which of course necessitated a crown.
... and lord of my heart!
Oh, it was sad to let these Italian biscuits go away untasted: but I couldn't resist how beautifully the charming packaging co-ordinated with the blooms!
Boo enthusiastically rolled them into the car park onto their matching carpark places. Then we did it again, this time in order, with number 1 in the lead (and Mummy helping Boo guess which number was which).
As Boo doesn't recognise all the numbers yet, this is more a matching activity than anything else. But I figure that the more he is exposed to numbers, the sooner he'll get the idea.
Finally I stuck coloured paper on the parks on the reverse side of the card, and Boo ignored the numbers and parked according to colour.
This is a variation on an idea from A bit of this and a bit of that, where you'll find plenty of good ideas for children's craft.
Wednesday, 17 September 2008
January claims the carnation and garnet, February the violet (strangely portrayed in a vivid red hue) and amethyst, and March the jonquil and bloodstone . May babies are born under a lily of the valley, with emeralds to adorn them. June is the rose and the pearl (marking this tablecloth as distinctly based in the northern hemisphere, as we'd be lucky to see a June rose down here). July belongs to the larkspure and ruby, August to the poppy and sardonyx, and September to asters and sapphires (which is, incidentally, the stone I chose for my engagement ring). October is the month for calendulas and opals (both which I dislike, so I'm fortunate not to have been born then) and November for chrysanthymums and the topaz. Finally in December the turquoise and narcissus come to the fore.
Quite a bit of fun on this for the paltry sum of a 50c donation to the church fete.
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
A blue sky and sun shining through the new leaves.
The morning spent busily cleaning and cooking (a savoury impossible pie for Grandma's Tuesday suppertime visit: while the others are out at a tabletennis competition we curl up and watch an episode of Wendy Craig's Nanny, once Boo has been put to bed.)
Then a picnic lunch outside with Boo curled in a soft blanket against the wind, and a happy half-hour together counting and sticking pictures and stickers in his workbook.
Monday, 15 September 2008
250ml of milk
425g tin condensed milk
1t vanilla essence
1. Melt the butter and sugar, then add the condensed milk, vanilla and milk.
2. Stir and turn up the heat. Keep stirring until the mixture reaches boiling point.
3. Turn the heat down low and stir for 45 minutes (you'll need a chair and book to keep you going here -- or share the duty with a friend and take time for a chat).
4. Remove from the heat and beat for several minutes with a wooden spoon. Put a small bit on a cooled saucer to test: if the tablet sets then it's ready to be put into shallow greased trays.
5. Score the tablet surface by marking it into squares. Allow to set and get cold.
Sunday, 14 September 2008
"Walk a little slower, Daddy"
Said a little child so small.
"I'm following in your footsteps,
And I don't want to fall.
Sometimes your steps are very fast,
Sometimes they're hard to see;
So walk a little slower, Daddy,
For you are leading me.
Someday when I'm all grown up,
You're what I want to be;
Then I will have a little child
Who'll want to follow me.
And I would want to lead just right,
And know that I was true;
So, walk a little slower, Daddy,
For I must follow you."
Wednesday, 10 September 2008
Terese and I made an 'executive decision' to hold Mum's group at the seaside (as only the two of us could make it), and we couldn't have made a better choice. The weather was perfect, and the babies dug, run, jumped and threw themselves about. Then we all happily picnic'd on the grass beside the beach playground, until it was time for tired and sandy people to head home.
It's starting to feel like summer is just around the corner.
Tuesday, 9 September 2008
A bunch sunshiney calendulas and misty purple lavender made a lovely gift for a friend's kitchen dining table. We lunched on hearty vegetarian risotto and tiny chocolate chip muffins, and watched our two boys argue, shout and cry almost without pause as they fought for possession of the same toy. Still, we mums had a nice chat and enjoyed eachother's company ...
Sunday, 7 September 2008
For days before, Boo busies himself making cards and gifts for Daddy and Papa. This year we made the most beautiful teddy cards from a template on the internet, and Boo stuck bright popsicle sticks around photo to make photo frames.
He dictated messages:
I love your jellybabies and I love you!
Happy Father's Day. I like playing in the park with you.
We plan to keep the celebrations low-key, and spent the afternoon having a picnic in the park and relishing the sunshine after several days of rain.
Friday, 5 September 2008
At intermission the ladies of the CWA circulate with trays piled high with cheese, fruit and biscuits, and wine is handed about. But the gourmet supper after the singing is for many people the highlight. Endless cups of tea and coffee are poured from steaming teapots, and everyone is plied with savoury bites and sweet treats until they can eat no more.
This year mum and I baked trays of slice, sausage rolls and pastry swirls, and spent a morning filling vases with fountains of flowers, all picked from our gardens, to place upon the tables in the dining hall.
Poured a tiny trickle into half a dozen of her prettiest crystal sherry glasses. Just for Boo, to eat with a tiny spoon while sitting primly at the table on his best behaviour.
Granny has the precious gift of making something special out of everyday little bits and pieces.
We have a book which we often read, which contains lovely pictures and poems about the seasons. Here is springtime:
Spring is blossom time,
daffodil and tulip time,
little lamb and cuckoo time,
waking up and singing time.
We read the poem for each season, then made a tree for each.
And here's Boo's bedroom wall, with all our trees hanging above a line of paper washing. I think it looks lovely and bright and crafty!
Wednesday, 3 September 2008
Boo and I picked up this 'magic tree' at a dollar shop week. When set up it simply looks like a piece of green cardboard -- simply empty the sachet of liquid into the base and wait for rainbow-coloured crystals to appear.