Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Spring

Things I love about Spring..........

Longer days

Sunshine




Warmth in the Air


Happier Thoughts


Flowers

Birds



No More Shadows


Fresh Air

Alfresco Dining



Catching up with Friends



What do you love about Spring?


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Sunday, 28 August 2011

Time to Get the Whites Out.

Another season of winter sport has just come to an end in our family.  We now have our Sunday morning sleep-ins back (yeah) and the big thick winter coats used to stop us freezing on the sidelines can be put away for another year.

It's a great feeling for me because its the signal that Spring is just around the corner, but its a bit of a sad time too because it also means the mateship of the footy team is broken up for 6 months.

I love watching the kids all take to training each week and play like a real team of mates every Sunday out on the footy field.  They all look out for each other and they all genuinely get on.  It's great to see.  Then the footy season comes to an end, and for most of them, it means they don't see each other until next season.

The weekends now start to fill up with summer sport and the kids from the cricket team are all reunited.  Its so funny to watch how kids can just hook back up again like best mates each season.  It's such a great quality.

As a house full of boys for us it means pulling out the cricket "whites", which generally aren't so white anymore, digging out the hats and hoping we've still got some sunscreen in the cupboard that isn't out of date.

Yep, Spring is definitely on its way.

Amanda

Monday, 15 August 2011

The Definition of a Sock Bucket

My children seem to have a severe aversion to picking up after themselves - actually, I think I could go as far as to say they are actually allergic to it.

My two older boys share a room - or as I like to refer to it - the local tip.  Clothes are strewn on the floor, despite the fact that they have a washing basket in their room, socks can be found hanging off their ceiling fan, jackets are thrown over the desk, PJ's are never a pair because they'll just grab whatever top and whatever pants which of course means they are washed separately so that particular cycle just continues on for another week.  Shoes....hmmmm, I need to take a deep breath and move on from this topic for the moment.  It needs a whole discussion point of it's own a little further on I think.

We generally start our days with arguments over what to wear because it's the middle of winter and they insist on wearing shorts & t-shirts.  This is then followed by a lengthy discussion while I try and explain to them the reason they need to wear something warm, which then finishes off with my standard line "if I'm cold then everyone is cold, so go and get changed".  Even school days are no better.  Although my response on those days tends to be "I don't care, go and ask your principle why you can't wear your summer uniform".

And for those mums of girls out there, don't be thinking you're the only lucky ones that have to put up with multiple changes of clothes and things only being worn once before being dumped on the floor.  Oh no, we "mums of boys" share your pain.  We also share your pain of "skinny jeans", although I have now found them to be an excellent bargaining tool.  The new threat I use on my elder son of "stop annoying your brother or you're not wearing your skinny jeans for a week!" works a treat.

Meanwhile, my laundry closely resembles Mt Vesuvius.  It is just this never-ending pile of molten spewing clothes.  It only takes one day where I don't put a load of washing on and then it erupts everywhere.
Apparently, as the mother, it is my job to check all the pockets before clothes go in the washing machine.  Which also apparently means the fact that the brand new iPod went through the washing machine is also my fault.
I've tried ignoring the clothes strewn all over the floor and therefore not doing their washing t all.  I mistakenly thought that when they ran out of clothes they would suddenly realise that they don't grow legs and jump into the washing machine all by themselves and come out sparkling clean afterwards.

My Laundry at Home - ha, I wish.

Seriously, who was I kidding?  They are boys - as if they care their clothes are dirty.  They'll just pick something up off the floor, regardless of whether it's got dinner from the night before spilt down the front of it or dirt all over their sleeves because they thought it was a good idea to bury their matchbox cars in the back yard using their bare hands.  And really, who cares if a pair of socks has been worn all week.  This of course all ends up with me screaming like a banshee woman at them and refusing to take them out in public because they look like no one owns them.

And the socks - OMG - the socks.  Every day is the same.  At least one of them will come to me with the same line.  "I can't find any socks to wear". Then go and get some out of the sock bucket is my reply.  So what does that tell you?  The fact that we even have a "sock bucket" is a major issue in itself.  What is a sock bucket you ask?

Definition:  a sock bucket starts off as a small piece of spare Tupperware for placing an odd sock or two in, before its mate is found.  This becomes quickly replaced by a purpose-bought large plastic container for storing the insurmountable number of individual socks whose mates seem to have actually vanished off the face of the earth.  I'm assuming they have either been stolen by some kind of sock monster, chewed up by the washing machine or tumble dryer, or what is probably the more likely scenario - stuffed in some totally obscure location by one of the boys, never to be seen again.

Shoes!  Now this one I seriously don't get.  In winter they have sneakers and footy boots.  In summer they have thongs, plus they have their school shoes.  It's not like they have a cupboard full of shoe racks and boxes they have to maintain.  I set one rule, put your shoes in your wardrobe, then when you need to find them in the morning, you'll know where they are.  Not so hard to do I'm thinking.  Yet every morning is the same.  "Muuuuuuummmmmmm, where are my shoes?"  "I don't know, where should they be?"  Well, I put them in the wardrobe but "INSERT NAME HERE" must have moved them".  Yes, of course they did.  That's why I find them under the couch, under the coffee table, in the dog's kennel, in the car, in the toy bucket and one particularly frustrating day, in the bottom of the clothes basket!!!  Yes, buried under a mountain of clothes!!!! The one day they actually pick their clothes up off the floor and into the clothes basket and they bury the pair of school shoes under it all.  Arghhhhhhhhh.

And while all this is going on, I have my beautiful little 16month old boy who takes a drink then spits it down the front of whatever little outfit he's wearing.  His is constantly on his hunger strike for world peace so whatever food I try and feed him is also spat out and ends up down the front of him.  Oh, and because we are also the laziest 16month old around we still refuse to walk and therefore continue to crawl everywhere picking up every last bit of dirt and dust as he goes, but then that's a whole other washing story all on its own.

Amanda

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Thursday, 4 August 2011

Mum That Was So Embarrassing

Whoops.  For those of you that follow us on Facebook you will already be aware of my latest little faux pas.  It was school photo day at school yesterday for the group photos, ie sports, band that sort of thing.

Harrison is now 10 and was going to have his photo taken for the cricket team and the footy team plus the school band.

Now, Mother of the Year here (NOT), thought I was so organised to actually remember that they were having group photos taken let alone remember to pack his school sports uniform in his bag for him.

Let's not discuss the fact that I remembered at 7am that I hadn't washed the said sports uniform - nothing a quick blitz thru the washing machine and into the dryer wouldn't fix.  All was still fine.

So off we went to school.  Have a great day boys - have fun, see you after school............

Well apparently all was not fine according to my 10 year old who was not at all happy to see me when I picked him up from school.  I was instantly greeted with "Good one mum, you packed me Cohen's size 4 sports pants for the photos!!!!! OMG - that was so embarrassing!!".  Of course my instant response was to laugh.  Well I actually thought it was funny.  Apparently no, Harrison didn't find it funny at all.  Whoops.

Whilst trying to compose myself and stifle more laughter I apologised to my poor mortified son and asked him what he ended up doing.  His response was to tell me that he had to still wear them, he just un-did the draw string as much as he could and wore them around his hips.  Sorry, but it was too hard to stifle the laughter after that image got in my head.  My big tall 10 year old running around in his brother's size 4 shorts - a future Warrick Capper in the making.

Yes, another notch on my road to Mother of the Year glory.

Would love to hear your embarrassing stories you've subjected your kids to.  Please tell me I'm not alone here.

Amanda