Tuesday, February 26, 2013

THE STORY TELLER


Yesterday, after picking Jenson up from his second ever morning at kinder, I had more than one giggle to myself at the stories being told to me about how his morning had gone.

There was the story about how it was his birthday today at kinder and he had given everyone a lollipop.
There was a story about how a boy had given him a birthday present of a pirate sword and hat and telescope, but he didn't want to show me so he left at kinder.
There was the story about he didn't do anything all day at kinder.  He didn't play with play-doh, he didn't paint, he didn't even play with the dinosaurs in the water.  All he did was sit on a chair and waited for a lollipop.  Kinder goes for 3 hours.  The likelihood of him sitting on a chair that whole time is fairly slim.

But my favourite story was one that happened last week, while I was in New Zealand.  This was his first kinder session without me being with him.  He was very excited about it, and he knew what to expect.  Johnny dropped him off in the morning, settled him in to playing in the sandpit and left him to it.  When Johnny returned a few hours later he was asked by the kindergarten staff what our son's name was.  Apparently Jenson had told them, on a number of occasions, in a very adamant voice and with a very straight face, "My name's not Jenson, I'm Reece".  The teachers were all kinds of confused.  Checking the sign in book, checking all of his clothes and bag labels, checking the paperwork, yet still being told "I'm Reece!".
When I quizzed him on it yesterday morning, he told me when he gets to kinder, he turns into Reece.  Thankfully there was no confusion yesterday, and it was Jenson at kinder.

I'm looking forward to hearing more stories next week.

Do you have a story teller in your family?

Sunday, February 24, 2013

8/52

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2013"

Ruby, Jenson and Mila::  Captured in their new (to us) Cubby House.  Their Christmas present, which they finally got to play with after a very productive weekend.

Joining Jodi and the 52 project

Friday, February 22, 2013

A VERY SPECIAL WEEKEND (Part two)

Amongst the glory of spending some very quality time with these fine folk last weekend, I was also lucky enough to spend an afternoon with some of the ladies (and their fine husbands and children) who I've walked many a road with since my youth (figuratively and literally).  I spoke about these ladies here, and yes, I see them as more than just ladies, they are like sister's.
There have been up's and down's, and in's and out's.  But the fact that that afternoon felt more like something we do every other week or month, rather than something we do every other year really just reiterated the strength of our relationships.  And there's also the fact that we can talk about farts and menstrual cycles as easily and comfortably as we can talk about what type of wine is being consumed, yeah that tends to show how close we are too!
I am so grateful to be blessed with such wonderful friends.
Big love my friends!
xo



 See Part One of this weekend here



Thursday, February 21, 2013

A VERY SPECIAL WEEKEND (Part one)

The weekend just gone will be one I will not forget for a while.  It will be treasured as one of those weekends that just don't happen often enough, but makes you truly grateful for the people that you have in your life.
Johnny had been saying to me for a little while to go back to New Zealand to see my family.  With things like cost of flights for five, school schedules and other things to consider, unfortunately it may not be luxury that will occur as often as I would like in the future.  So we came to an agreement that I would go, and I'd take Mila while she was still under two, and therefore basically free to travel.  The perfect time came up to coincide with Grady's 40th.
So early on Friday morning, Mila and I made the journey to spend the weekend with my beloved family.
The last time we had all been together was more a stressful occasion, than a happy one, but an occasion none-the-less where we made the most of being in each others company.  Even if it was around a hospital bed.
This time we happily sat around a kitchen table, or lounged on lounges, or chatted over meals, laughing at times spent in our younger years.  There is never a dull moment when there are five children in a household.  There was laughter amongst us, and of course there were tears.  But those tears make for some pretty good stories now!  And despite certain circumstances, I have these four siblings of mine to thank for the wonderful childhood memories that I hold.
I am so grateful and feel extremely blessed that I can call these wonderful people my family.

My Brother's and Sister.
I am so extremely proud of each of you.  You inspire me and I admire you in ways you don't know.  I miss you all so much, and I really am sad that you don't get to see my children grow.  You know that I love you.

Thank you also to Johnny for encouraging this time with my family, and for everything you've done over the weekend.  Juggling the kids and your own commitments, having two birthday parties, first kinder sessions, it's no small effort.  You did good Johnny.  I love you too.

 

 A little late, but joining Em in the Weekly Stills


Wednesday, February 20, 2013

7/52

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013"

Ruby:: A Self Portrait with some newly acquired skills learned in art class
Jenson::  Walking up the kinder path for his very first Kinder class
Mila:: Happy as always to do her own thing and entertain herself

See more of the 52 project with Jodi