More from Milly

Another car trip, another round of interesting musings from Milly.

Milly: Lamby's dad is having a birthday party in a couple of days. He's going to die soon because he's old.
Me and Michael: Oh, that doesn't sound too good.
Milly: Yeah, he's going to die in two weeks.
Me and Michael: He's going to die in two weeks? Oh no, that'll be sad for Lamby.
Milly: No, Lamby's ok because he's got a disco and lots of parties to go to.

Some winter randoms

Deciding on a new ride.

Feet don't quite reach the pedals on this one.

Henry the Clone Trooper.

Milly and her beautifully decorated mud pie.

Sibling rivalry

I've just picked up Henry from school. The conversation in the car went like this.

Henry: Mama, do skunks eat bats?
Me: I don't know mister.
Milly: Well, they do.
Henry: How do you know?
Milly: I know everything!
Henry: No you don't.
Milly: Yes, I do. I know what 4 + 2 is.
Me: What is it Milly?
Milly: Six.
Henry: Well, I know what 11 + 11 is. It's 14.
Me: Um, sorry mister. It's 22.
Milly: Well, I know what 1 + 19 + is. It's a secret. Everything I know is a secret.

Football fever

Henry has just finished his first season of playing football. It's fair to say he had a great time. He played in an Under 6 age group with boys from his school, learnt some basic ball skills, but most importantly had fun with his friends.

The team won 15 of the 16 games they played during the season.

Most of the time he was a bit of daydreamer on the field, but he did have his moments.

His best day ever. He scored four goals.



His trophy for participating in a gala day where he played six games. He and his team got to stand in front of the school assembly and show off their trophies. Yes, I filmed it. And, yes I was proud.

End of season team picnic celebration.

Another trophy and a certificate.

Father's Day

As the parent's of three young children, when it comes to Mother's Day and Father's Day the only thing either of us really wants is some quiet time to ourselves. A little break. Don't get me wrong, we love our kids. It's just sometimes some time out is the best gift of all.

Not so for poor Michael. This Father's Day I had a market on, so I was out of the house before 7.00am and not home until 1.30pm. Michael had to make his own breakfast and deal with all the kids. When I got home, Michael was ready for a break but no so the kids. They love their Dadda and wanted to make the most of having him to themselves.