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.

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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.

Rugby fever…

It’s the RWC year here and of course Husband has been watching some of the games… all good and well, except it turns out a certain little son of mine has caught the fever, so 8.30pm every saturday night he gets up from bed and sits on the couch with his dad and I and watches the games that are key to our country.

It’s become a little ritual, the key things are :

*Blanket for keeping warm

*Parent to lie on

*Crappy food that Parents have to share when normally they wouldn’t.

* Mum getting bored and watching something else on her laptop

*Yelling about tries (Dad)

*Trying to pretend to know what he is on about by yelling about tries (son)

*Falling asleep before the game finishes… BOTH OF THEM

Personally I’ve never really been one for rugby, a couple of past boyfriends used to play for my local high school team, but really it’s so boring! I don’t see the point in dressing up in little short shorts (except to show you’re gorgeous legs), tops that are just heinous and helmets that give you cabbage ears just to bash into each other and run a little oval ball over a line. I get that it’s huge in our country, it’s a rite of passage just about! Everyone has had a game of touch, or pick-up rugby, but the fact that nobody really cares until something like the RWC happens is what bugs me the most, suddenly there are car flags everywhere, balloons, theme colours etc when the only other time this is brought out is when our home team starts turboing it’s way to the top of the tables.. which in itself is actually pretty huge.

Ugh rambling….

Summary:

Rugby sucks.

Patriotism leaves a lot to be desired in what matters

I hope my daughter never wants to watch it

Son and Husband need to go to bed earlier

Adieu!

Chocolate Sniffer…

I have a person here, small of stature, little blonde curls, big blue eyes and a cheeky temperament.. gorgeous as she is, this wee girl has a nose for chocolate, I opened MY tube of mini m&m’s in a completely different room, with the door shut, when all of a sudden this little face popped around the door…

Chocolate Sniffer

Now while I love  her dearly and her version of “Mama Share” complete with hand out and lack of thanks is adorable…

It’s MY chocolate child!

P.s. If you leave my chocolate alone, I won’t tell your daddy that  you’re playing with his magazines *shh*