Christchurch Earthquakes by the Boy

The Boy came home from daycare the other day where they had made the kids have a few minutes silence in memory of those who lost their lives. The Boys interpretation of the earthquake is that the ground shook and everybody fell into the turtle, then they all died. Now we can’t go there anymore because it will kill us.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him we were there 3 months ago.

Out of the mouths of babes.


When things are not as they seem…

I recently took the boy to the doctor to  talk about getting him a referral to the local hospital to be tested for ADHD/Dyspraxia.  I feel awful and like I have betrayed him somehow, everyone seems to think that he is just a typical 4 year old boy, but it’s not what it seems behind closed doors. I have no-one to turn to, no-one to talk it over with, I’ve done a bit of googling and he fits a LOT of the criteria, I vented to my mother tonight that I would love for someone to just come and take him for the weekend so I can have a breather, I didn’t even get a “if I was there I would” comment, nothing, I feel pretty underwhelmed and hurt that she didn’t even acknowledge the fact.

I don’t want the boy to end up with a label, I want him to be just a normal little boy and that the last 2 years have just been a stage, but the mummy warning bells are ringing and I can’t just turn them off, I want for him to be able to carry out just the basic tasks, where as his answer for him to be happy is that I need to stop asking him to do stuff.

I feel bad enough that this post is all I, I, I, and not he… I just can’t wrap my head around all of this.