Maraca music.
8pm Thursday night. Trying to get the kids to bed. Sian suddenly reminds me. "Mum, you have to make us homemade maracas for the morning" AARRGGHHH!
8pm Thursday night. Trying to get the kids to bed. Sian suddenly reminds me. "Mum, you have to make us homemade maracas for the morning" AARRGGHHH!
The Principal of St Josephs gave out two Principals Awards today at the school assembly. One of them was given to Rhiannon !!!
One of my friends Claire emigrated from Zimbabwe to Australia a few months ahead of us.
She has watched the currency go into freefall and gets emails from friends left behind in Zim telling her how much simple things now cost in the supermarket (if they can even be bought)
Claire sent me on an email from her friend saying that a loaf of bread had cost her $190 000 000 yesterday. The prices change on a daily basis and they are lucky sometimes to be able to afford the basics that we take for granted in our kitchens.
Here is a Five hundred MILLION dollar note that was issued by the Reserve bank of Zimbabwe this month and will only be honoured until the end of this year.
We've all seen E.T. The cute bald alien from the movie.
Every Thursday Rhiannon has her "Class Presentation"
Gareth is enjoying going to Rugby, he gets to play with his friends.
It's been a busy few weeks with Gareth playing rugby every Saturday morning and attending his rugby training every Tuesday evening. I think I enjoy it more than he does to be honest, my little lad playing rugger, that's my boy!
Anyway, it generally means that the whole family is leaving the house by 8am to go and watch the little terrier play. I'm not sure if he's totally committed to playing yet; he does seem to have fun running around the pitch with his mates, but being only 5 he frequently loses concentration and spins around "doing helicopters Dad" while the game carries on around him. Sian also loves rugby training although her age group now plays full contact rugby, and I'm not too keen on her getting her teeth knocked out, so she trains with the younger ones.
During match time as we all cheer Gareth on, I can't help shouting "Gareth! Get stuck in there" or "Gareth! Watch the bloody ball" every so often, but I should really just keep quiet and applaud at the end when the game is over.
There are other times when I should keep my mouth shut too....
Just last weekend I decided to congratulate a rather old and gnarly referee on a good game. As soon as he discovered I was Welsh it was handshakes all round, and a "follow me, I've got something to show you". Anyhow, after proudly showing me a 1992 Ebbw Vale rugby shirt that he carries around in his bag (not sure why!), he was absolutely convinced that I'd love to play rugby with the "golden oldies". From what I can gather these are hardened, seasoned pros that have never stopped playing.
And would like nothing else to flatten a newbie like me I thought...
"You'll fit right in" says the delighted referee at his newly found recruit.
"It will be great" says Gina thinking of all the new people I'd get to meet.
"Go for it" says Mr Newton with a twinkle in his eye.
On reflection, I may give this opportunity a miss. After all, Mrs B banned me from contact sports years ago after several shoulder dislocations. She even banned me from my favourite game of badminton for the same reason (it was a hell of a good backhand smash, although it was a shame my shoulder hit the net). So, banned from contact sports and badminton. But rugby is okay apparently !
When I mentioned to the ref that I had dislocating shoulders he quipped "that's okay, if you are carrying any injuries you wear red shorts so you get tagged instead of being fully tackled".
Rightio.
So, in the heat of the moment, as 'arry the 'orrible is charging for me, he's going to notice my red shorts and slow down and tag me? Or does instinct take over and he just chews my head off instead....?
I'm not convinced. I'd better improve my medical insurance cover fast.
Joe and Rhonda came to see us last weekend. It had been Joe's Birthday during the week so we decided to have a little party for him.
The kids school has a Mothers Day Mass each year. This is a chance for Mums and Grandmothers to come along and join the kids in school for a tear jerking mass and morning tea. In our family because we have emigrated we don't have the pleasure and fun of having Granny from Dublin or Nanny from Wales with us at special events like this. Anne plays a special "surrogate Granny" role in the lives of our kids and makes a real effort to come to things like this for them.
It was really nice to have Anne join us this year.
Granny in Dublin and Nanny in Wales, we missed you a lot at this Mass and were thinking of you. You are very special to us even though you are far away.
Why, oh why can't Mothers Day be a monthly affair?!
What a good day. The kids were so excited going to bed last night. Plastic bags rustled from behind their bedroom doors and cards were hidden in wardrobes. I was given strict instructions to stay in bed and not to go down and make the morning cup of tea.
There were crashes and bangs from the kitchen as Byron made a lovely breakfast despite help from the three kids! They all piled into the bedroom where I had to pretend to be sleeping and then woke to find a tray with croissants and a lovely cup of tea in front of me.
The kids had bought me gifts from the Mothers Day stall in school. They go in with $5 each and get to choose anything from the large selection of gifts. I had helped at the stall this year and knew all the different things that were available so I was very excited to see what they had chosen for me.
Sian chose beautiful bowls with soap, fancy face cloth and mini shampoos and conditioners. Rhiannon got me a pack of scrapbooking papers and Gareth got me soap in a tin. The girls had chosen what they thought I would most like for myself. Gareth however loves soap and it didn't take him long to unwrap the one he gave me and disappear into the bathroom where he spent the next half hour singing away and making bubbles to his hearts content!
The rest of the day passed at a slow and relaxed pace. We decided to plant my Lemon and Lime trees in the garden as they have been in pots for the last two years waiting for us to choose where to plant them. Then we decided to plant the bottlebrush trees that we had been given by the mayor for our Citizenship. The kids jumped in the spa while Byron and myself sat back with a cup of tea and admired the changes in the garden. We went out for coffee and cake in Toronto in the afternoon and then came home and vegged some more.
The kids are in bed now and I still have 2 more hours until Mothers Day ends for this year. I might just be able to get another cup of tea out of Byron if I hurry up and publish this!
When Gareths friends Tommy and Darcy wanted to start training with the Macquarie roos Under 6 team we were pleasantly surprised when he said he wanted to go too.
The Principal of St Josephs asked Sian about what it felt like to become Australian Citizens and when we got this weeks newsletter we saw that he had put it in!
My camera has been playing up for the last few weeks. Almost every time I turn it on it says "change the batteries" despite having new batteries or freshly charged ones.
Off we went this weekend to the camera shop in Newcastle where we bought the camera to get their opinion on it.
The staff were very helpful and spent quite a while helping to check the camera over while Sian , Rhiannon and Gareth hung around the counters looking at all the cameras behind glass doors.
Suddenly our three kids turned super detective and started yelling that a man had just left the shop with two pairs of binoculars stuffed in his pockets. They had watched him fiddle with a lock on a glass cabinet and got anxious when he put the things in his pockets but still thought he might be going to the sales staff to ask how much they were (?) but as he walked out the door they knew he was stealing them so they ran over to tell the staff.
There was no way of catching him as he had jumped on a bike and was gone before the staff could get to the street. The girls gave really good descriptions of the mans height and build, his clothing (down to the logo on his work top and hat) and the colour and style of bike.
The staff were very grateful and took our details in case they need to follow it up. They gave the kids handfuls of freebies, pen holders, magnets and mini torches as a thank you for being such good Super Sleuths.
It was an adventurous shopping trip and we think we may have fixed the problem with the camera too! It was time to go get a strong coffee!
It's that time of year again. Sports Carnival. The day that should be all about the fun of taking part and having a day away from the confines of school.
At last we have a new family kitchen table!