Overheard
Caitlin: It hit me in my cow muscle. David: What? Where? (I presume Caitlin pointed out the spot in question) David: That’s your calf muscle! Continue reading Overheard
Category: Family & Parenting
Beorg-wic and birthday party reporting
Here we are at the end of two weeks of school holidays and I feel absolutely wiped out. Not because having the kids around has worn thin, they seem to have grown up enough for that not to be such a problem any more. Rather it’s because I’ve spent pretty much the whole 2 weeks with a horrible lurgi. Same thing happened to me last school holidays too. I feel cheated. All I can say is it’s a damn good thing that being a Dark Ages reenactor doesn’t require you to give up paracetamol and anti-histamines as well as plumbing … Continue reading Beorg-wic and birthday party reporting
Caitlin
You are my daughter. I carried you inside me…and was violently ill for weeks on end (thanks very much). You were born in an entirely civilized fashion at 9:15 on a Sunday evening and then proceeded to ignore civilized timing of pretty much anything for many months. So, perfectly normal baby really. We even had your cot in the lounge room for a while and would retreat to our bedroom of an evening so that you wouldn’t disturb your brother when it was time for bed. In the end we gave in and kicked daddy out of his study to … Continue reading Caitlin
Beorg-wic was fun
We spent the weekend at Beorg-wic which is the annual conference of the Ancient Arts Fellowship. It’s held at a site on the Danelaw property on the edge of the Moreton National Park near Braidwood. We were there with the Huscarls though only one other group member made it to the camp but everyone there was very welcoming and friendly so that was ok. The weather was marginal, we had a bit of rain each day so we were very pleased to be able to pack up with a dry tent! I wasn’t entirely expecting to be able to say … Continue reading Beorg-wic was fun
Spring has sprung and Summer is just around the corner
Tonight we celebrated the approaching warmer weather with something that has become a bit of a ritual in our house over the last few years. The exact date on which this ceremony will take place cannot be predicted, instead we must wait and watch for the signs to appear and with careful judgment pick just the right moment. The reward must be worthy of the sacrifice that will be made. There must be time set aside for proper appreciation. And what is this monumentous occasion? It is The First Mango of the Season. Now, it’s not like we grow these, … Continue reading Spring has sprung and Summer is just around the corner
*Takes a deep breath*
*in* *out* *in* *out* Calm… Today was going so well till this evening. I’d got the kids to school on time (instead of our usual by the skin of the teeth thing). I’d been to work and done useful things, picked the kids up and then come home for the kids to change clothes and to let the dog out for a bit. We’d done a quick dash down to Marsfield to visit Great Grandma and made it back to Caitlin’s dance class on time thanks to an incredible run of green lights all the way along Pennant Hills Road … Continue reading *Takes a deep breath*
Hell NO!
Thomas is being asked to do his homework. He is not happy about this and has come up with a novel and very scary solution to the problem. “Muuuum, I don’t want to go to school anymore. I want to do homeschool instead.” “No way!” “Oh pleeeeease?” David interjects, “She was serious when she said no, Tom.” “But Muuuum, I really want to do homeschool.” “Not happening, Tom. Do your homework now please.” Sulking, “No. I want to do homeschool.” Beginning to get irritated, “Fine, then I’ll make you do 2 lots of maths and spelling every week.” Perks up, … Continue reading Hell NO!
My hands are still cold
I spent nearly half an hour standing outside in the cold from 9pm tonight talking to one of Dave’s teachers (who is made of awesome) after the School Council meeting. I was explaining to her why Dave had come home this afternoon from their 2 day excursion to Bathurst, got in the car with me and alternated between telling me how much fun he’d had doing gold-panning and meeting farm animals and fighting back tears as he told me about the bullying that he and his friends had endured at the hands of a certain group of extremely unpleasant children. … Continue reading My hands are still cold
Menu plan 8 Sept 08
My challenge to myself this week is to actually stick to this plan, just for a change you understand. Last week’s plan suffered the usual fate of changed plans and tail end of the week exhaustion. I still didn’t get my Japanese takeaway. I wound up cooking a huge beef casserole in the crockpot on Saturday to use up some meat from the freezer that was looking a bit worse for wear (freezer burn), we’ll be having that re-heated on Tuesday, and the Father’s Day baked dinner turned into a visit to Flavour of Brazil (which I discovered through this … Continue reading Menu plan 8 Sept 08
It’s been a long day
You know how I said I might try ice-skating today? Well, I did. I was really apprehensive because I had memories from the last time I tried, years ago, of being so distressed that all I wanted to do was hide somewhere and cry. I remembered that my feet had been in agony but I couldn’t remember what it had been like on the ice. Was I still able to skate (I used to go regularly for sport in high-school and had taken lessons when I lived in the US) or was it just an exercise in frustration and humiliation? … Continue reading It’s been a long day
Mim's Muddle 