Disaster day

Today can only be described as a disaster.  It was meant to be a milestone day but it was a fail on all fronts.

It all started in the morning when I needed something out of the loft.  I was feeling a bit lazy and couldn't be bothered getting the ladder down to climb up.  Instead I thought it a better idea to hoist Henry up and have him dig about in the loft for the box I needed.  Bad idea.  Very bad idea.  Why I thought I could lift Henry is beyond me.  I managed to twinge my back in the process and it aches.  It hurts to bend or twist.  Not a good start to the day.

Today was also the day Buster was to meet his school teacher and have his Best Start Assessment before commencing school on Monday.  When we arrived at school Buster hopped out of the car and slammed his finger in the door.  He screamed and screamed.  I rescued his finger but it was bruised and bloodied.  There were lots of tears and he was beside himself.  I got him into the school for bandaids, ice packs, water, you name it, but he would have none of it.  Three kindergarten teachers tried to console him and get him prepared for his one-on-one with the teacher but it wasn't going to happen.  He was too traumatised.  We tried to do his assessment with me in the room as a comfort but he would not cooperate, so they will try again when he officially starts school on Monday.

I got him home for lots of cuddles and TLC and he carried his wounded finger around in a tissue.  Poor little man.  Fingers now crossed his first day of school is less dramatic.

Summer school holidays

What's not to love about the summer school holidays?  The kids love it because they get a break from school and routine, the adults love it (well this adult does) because it means not rushing around to get said kids to school and enforce routine.  Here's a little look at our summer holiday fun.

Wearing underpants on our heads because it's officially "Wear Underpants on your Head" Day according to The 52-storey Treehouse Diary 2015".

Visiting dinosaur exhibits at the museum.

Fish and chip picnic dinners after a day at the beach.

Photo fun with some murals.

Discovering your kids love toasted sandwiches for every meal.

Visiting Dad at his office and seeing where he works.

Backyard pool fun with friends.

Trip to Sydney staying with friends, enjoying a great meal, a few beverages and lots of catching up.

Recovering from beverages consumed the night before with an awesome cooked breakfast.

Climbing trees.

Making new best friends and wanting a pet more then ever.

Things Milly says #14

Lying on my bed together.

Milly:  Mum, for some reason I just like you.  I really do.  I don't know why.  I just don't get it.

Me:  Well, I can live with that.

Milly:  It's odd isn't it.

New Year New Hair

His hair.  His beautiful hair.  His gorgeous curls.  Say goodbye...... for now.

Yes, it was time for the Boo to get his yearly hair cut.  The long, hot summer days were turning our boy into a sweaty head.  Michael grabbed the scissors and Boo for once was willing.  There was a snip, snip here and a snip, snip there.  Here a snip, there a snip, everywhere a snip, snip.

Michael's efforts with the scissors were very good but let's just say his work was a bit uneven and we needed to call in the professionals.  Boo was a bit anxious about having someone else cut his hair, "I only like Dadda to do it" is what he would say.  Thank goodness hairdressers are equipped with portable movie devices and once Boo was strapped in the chair watching the Lego Movie he was a very good client.

The hairdresser had her work cut out for her (no pun intended) and needed to take more hair off than we wanted, to account for the uneven bits, but the end result has our Boo looking like a choir boy (almost) if it was not for his cheeky grin.