Grandparents, please stop taking my children to super exciting places like pet shops and petrol stations. It leaves me with big shoes to fill.
Thank-you.
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I made the boys some kites at their request this morning. I knew they would never get aloft because they wanted the string to be a piece of elastic that was tying their new gumboots together. So elastic holding up a piece of paper cut into a diamond was not looking likely to get any air. That and the fact that there was NO wind today. I assumed they would just run through the house doing their best to break things as they went past and be happy with a little bit of a flapping sound behind them.
They were not.
Lion seemed to think his should get airborne INSIDE. After all, it's a kite, is should immediately as it is let go ascend towards the sky and magically hang there! Dragon was a little more realistic and went outside to try and fly his. He waved the string around for a bit and achieved nothing. "There id no wind" his downcast face informs me. "Maybe we ask God for wind?" he suggests but doesn't want to pray for some reason so I leave it at that and he comes back in. He talks to me a bit about God being everywhere but not in our backyard and I try to clarify things for him but he is stubborn on this point.
Come nap time he asks to pray which is what we usually do at bed time. Usually I will ask if he wants to say the words or if he wants me to say them or if he wants to repeat what I say. I start to ask but he is already going... "Dear God, please make some wind. Amen"
They have lunch after nap time and go and grab their kites again and I hear "YAY! God made wind, God jumped our fence and made some wind!" and he was out the back door to play with his kite. There was only a little breeze so his kite still barely fluttered but he had fun for 2 minutes.
They were not.
Lion seemed to think his should get airborne INSIDE. After all, it's a kite, is should immediately as it is let go ascend towards the sky and magically hang there! Dragon was a little more realistic and went outside to try and fly his. He waved the string around for a bit and achieved nothing. "There id no wind" his downcast face informs me. "Maybe we ask God for wind?" he suggests but doesn't want to pray for some reason so I leave it at that and he comes back in. He talks to me a bit about God being everywhere but not in our backyard and I try to clarify things for him but he is stubborn on this point.
Come nap time he asks to pray which is what we usually do at bed time. Usually I will ask if he wants to say the words or if he wants me to say them or if he wants to repeat what I say. I start to ask but he is already going... "Dear God, please make some wind. Amen"
They have lunch after nap time and go and grab their kites again and I hear "YAY! God made wind, God jumped our fence and made some wind!" and he was out the back door to play with his kite. There was only a little breeze so his kite still barely fluttered but he had fun for 2 minutes.
They both had lots of fun with them and surprisingly kept them safe the entire day so I didn't have to re-make 500 kites! We got good value out of our second hand elastic and two sheets of scrap paper!
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They have given me a run for my money today. We have had quite a few chats about behaviour. They never got really naughty but you know how you can see things going downhill and you try to cut it off before it happens... I feel like I spent the day putting out embers so that we didn't get a full on bushfire! But I got a nap. I think I need to prescribe naps for myself from here on in. Usually I at least get 30 minutes sitting down with my feet up during the day, yesterday I got nothing like that and I was running all over town in the car which I don't think my feet like and last night I was ready for bed before the boys and my feet were all puffy and sore. So today I had a proper nap after I
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And now... just because it's my blog and I am having fun going back through old photos on the external hard drive... here's my little men way, way back when they were teeny tiny.
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Oh, and for those that want all the McTavish inside goss... Toilet training is going along GREAT!!! YAY. He is no where near as demanding as Lion was about having an audience and the correct post piddle procedures. Now if they would only stop leaving clumps of sultanas on the floor to freak me out that there has been an accident...
