Today

I am 

• smiling at the concentration chocolate chips can call for
• not minding the slightly 'hi-bake' biscuit batch we made this morning
• because the reason they were forgotten was three consectutive calls from three dear friends
• loving baby toes in tights
• and a brother's bottom in his sister's pants (he insists they are too big for her and plus 'dey are bery warm')
• ignoring the mound of washing to be folded on the dining table
• looking forward to a visit from a friend this afternoon
• accepting that we are not going to make it to dance class today
• geting excited about the adventures afoot
• and trying to organise all the little bits thay go with this adventure
• sweeping the kitchen mutiple times knowing it will need to be done again before the day is through
• relishing the moments I find to click a few stitches and get a little closer to finishing a jumper for the season we are headed to

Activity Quiet

There are some activities which all Mamas have tucked away in the corners of their mind for when calm but busy is needed.

Here are some of our favourites.

Colour mixing: Oh my how they love this (and so do I!) All those magnificent colours to play with and change into more magnificent colours. Sometimes indoors, sometimes out.

Water displacement with pebbles: this is quite sensory with those smooth colourful pebbles and the slippery, magnifying water. 

Blocks: any size any shape any colour made into anything you like. I'm not sure there is much better.

Postman: this comes mainly courtesy of my beautiful cousin who made this set for Autumn last Christmas (and we added a post box). We all change roles; who's the postman, who's posting a letter to a friend, who's open mouthed and excited...'For me?'.(The last bit is extra chuckle worthy)

 (And then there's the washing, which can be seen in the background of this pic, more of a Mama activity but sometimes I gather a few helpers)

There are others too. What's in the Mama activities corner of your mind?

Wonder full: something for the senses

Something to hear, something to see, something to smell, something to taste, something to touch, or something to know....

Something to be thankful for.

Friends who love your kids,

and kids who love your friends.

A new Harry

We gave a homemade beanie to welcome a friend's new bub into this world but he has gone and outgrown it. So, he needs a new one to keep that sweet little hairy Harry head warm in these cold winter months. Especially 'cause his Mama and Dada do enjoy the great outdoors so much. He's a bit of an outdoor bub.

So this week I made this for him. I put a little H on the back side with overstitch, just for fun. (Ravelry link)


I borrowed little Winter's noggin for show and tell purposes. She's at the age where hat wearing doesn't last long unless immediately distracted. The little top notch was entertaining though!

Everyday beauty

A rose in bloom, a tree stump, clover collection, a sillhouette for the season, bouncing rain drops, clouds on a long drive home

There's a reason the word boisterous starts with boy

Well, in this house there is anyway.

adjective

1.

rough and noisy; noisily jolly or rowdy; clamorous;unrestrained: the sound of boisterous laughter.

2.

(of waves, weather, wind, etc.) rough and stormy.

This is a good word for this little man, not all the time, but a good portion of it. His toy animals crash and bang, they often 'ead him all up' (whatever 'him' may be), the lounge room on more days than not is a swimming pool of cushion for diving into, which the cry 'I'm draining!' causes this Mama to smile lots. It seems to be a combination of the word drowning (which must be a little hard to understand when you're two or three) and his little boys wonderment and fear at watching the water go down the drain in the bath, where does it go?, 'Oh no, sharkie is draining, ged 'im!'. 

He wears googles in the bath and gets upset if there's not enough room for him to 'swim'. He jumps in mud and puddles and piles of leaves. He leaps off walls, climbs trees and washing lines (Hills Hoist), swings off chairs, climbs table and benches and yells at the top of his lungs. He roars. 

That boy o'mine, who so sweetly turned three last week, has this week, seemingly made the transformation from baby boy child to independant boy. There is always change, everyday something a little different from the day before, but then there are the quantum leaps. 

These are the ones that really make me swallow down that lump in my throat. 

And he's made one this week, he's lept and he ain't goin' back. He's only just three and there's a lot of time left, but could I just have one more day of two with little boy blue? 

Him and I, we had some time together this morning and we made biscuits. He did such a wonderful job with that stamp. He also enjoyed doing a terrible job with that stamp just so he could say 'Oh, no, all boaken, I'll hafta ead it.'

I've found myself unable to finish requests to sing 'You are my Sunshine', or 'This little light of mine' and being asked 'Mama, why are you sad?' 'I'm not sad. I'm happy to be singing to you.'

I've been told by many older and wiser parents that having grown up children is wonderful. The best. And I'm sure it is but right now I love the fact I can comfort them when they are sad or hurt, that they fall asleep in my arms, that they love to be held, to be their warmth and guidance, I love that we get to share in the discovery of so many of those new experiences.

There will come a time when all of this will change and I'm sure it will be right for each of us then but right now I'm rolling in as many of those moments I get.

(This post was written a few weeks ago however a few things happened around here and it didn't feel like the right time for these words. So here it, is a little late.)

Wonder full: something for the senses

Something to hear, something to see, something to smell, something to taste, something to touch, or something to know....

Something to be thankful for.