Our Saturday ikea trip was to pick up this rocking bookshelf that we have been waiting to buy since he got his bed three years ago! Nanna and Gonad bought it for his birthday present, Mark and I built it in Saturday night, relatively painlessly.
We are going to completely rearrange his bedroom, but in the meantime, he’s loving the new easy access to his books without even having to get out of bed. Kid heaven for a bookworm!
As a kid, as soon as I could read, I always went to sleep with a book in my hands.
As a reader, I have always hoped that my son would develop a love of reading, and an ability to go to sleep without a parent being present.
Consequently, this is a moment that I will cherish for a lifetime.
To make up for a dearth of pictures recently, I am making up for lost time!
Lunch is more exciting in a new lunchbox with tiny compartments!
It even comes with it’s own carry bag in school colours!
On the rivercat with mama. Kate kindly arranged for us to see The Baby Proms Christmas show, so we went in to have brunch with Tina and Cadel who were in town briefly. Amazingly, Kate was able to get them in to the show too, and an amazing time was had by all. Inigo and Mr C. got on like a house on fire, which is lovely, since their mamas have been friends since we were both pregnant with them 🙂
On the rivercat with daddy.
Waiting at the stage door after charming security.
A pre show dance.
Meeting the cellist.
A running race of one.
Our gorgeous graduate.
I’m so powerfully sad about this ending. Playgroup has been such an amazing lifeline for for Inigo and I. Every Wednesday, rain or shine, we have had a safe place to connect with friends, to paint and play and craft. To get support, with parenting, and with the other crazy stuff that life throws at us.
Five years ago we moved to a new place that was completely foreign to me, I had no friends, no connections, and no idea how tough those early months of parenting would be. Amazingly, a friend told me about the SACC supported playgroup, and I haven’t looked back.
A huge thank you to Julie, who runs this group. It’s a tough, tough gig, some days like herding feral cats, and on others, completely heartbreaking.
I still have a lot to learn about being a stay at home mum living in the ‘burbs in an area with a low SES. But most of what I learned, I learned at playgroup.
We found out yesterday that Oscars party was a dress up party. Pretty impressed with the outfit we came up with 🙂
Mama, what does praying mean?
It means talking to god baby.
But we don’t believe in god, do we?
Well, your father and I don’t, but you can make up your own mind.
I think I believe in god.
OK, what does god mean to you?
I think god is a bit like Alan Jones.
(trying very hard to keep breathing) And why do you say that? Alan Jones isn’t a particularly kind person, is he?
No. Just like god.
Now, mindful that some people I love very much do believe in god, I am hoping you will give me the benefit of the doubt when I assure you that I have never knowingly planted the idea that god was like a shock jock. Although we are atheists, I have always tried to talk about belief in respectful and positive terms, about the comfort that people get from spirituality and community, and the strength that can be drawn from faith. The Alan Jones thing is a bolt from the blue.
Any ideas? Ideally I would like him to have an objective overview of religion so that he can choose his own path, but clearly something is missing!
This morning our dear friends Bonnie and Zenia brought us breakfast, and a surprise. A white nectarine, and a peach tree to plant in our garden.
As we watch each season go by without our boys, we can care for these trees, and help them to grow and bear fruit. Such a beautiful and meaningful gift.
I love you guys.
Disco Knitter 