Friday, 28 August 2009
Me: Jack is mummy funny?
Jack: Yep, sometimes.
Jack: Yes, very (aww gush)
Jack: Yep, and do you know, that even when your cross with me, you still love me?
Me: Always and forever. More than anything in the world.
Jack: And did you know that Giants live in the clouds
Me: Who told you that?
Jack: Oh, I just figured it out.
Friday, 21 August 2009
Andrew has been away this week. It was timed well as the first 3 days he was away the boys were at preschool. Thursday though found me tired and the boys looking for something extra to do.
They decided to make swords. Jack had already made/found 1/2 a wooden sword outside preschool a few days ago and spent the morning decorating it. I mentioned to him that some swords have jewels on the handle and inscriptions on the blade. After some explaining about what inscriptions were and browsing online at different swords and knights, he exclaimed loudly, "I know, I'll write This Is A Sword, on it!"
Then it was time to make shields and helmets. We had run out of boxes that would make good helmets so I made helmet masks for them.
Jack decided he didn't like his mask and wanted to be a Pirate, then a cowboy, then a warrior that didn't need a mask.
The fun play lasted an hour, until they both started taking the battle to seriously and we had a few casualties. Mummy put the war games away :)
I found myself sitting here wondering about boys and they combat play. I often feel completely unskilled at dealing with it in a non judgemental way, while still explaining that hitting your brother over the head with a cardboard sword might seem like 'the thing to do" but it really isn't.
Saturday, 15 August 2009
Friday, 14 August 2009
Last week Jack announced that he wants to be a chef, his words. We watched Masterchef and I wondered if that is where he got the idea from, but when questioned further he said that he wanted to be a chef like me *grin*
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
As I was putting Jack to bed last night completely out of the blue we had this conversation.
Jack: Mummy, when are you going to have a baby girl?
Me: Would you like a sister?
Jack: Hmm well you can't, you don't have another baby?
Me: No (wondering if he thinks that I had a bottle of babies that was now empty) No baby I don't have another baby, but Daddy and I could make one, the same way as we made you and Hamish
Me: (suddenly realising we were having 'that' talk again and also realising that I still hadn't figured out the best way of explaining where babies come from) Well remember I told you that the same way as we plant a seed in the earth and it grows, well daddy plants a seed in mummy and very slowly a baby grows in my tummy
Jack: (seeming satisfied with my plant analogy) Well can you make one then
Me: Would you like another brother or a sister?
Jack: A sister
Me: And what would you call a sister?
Jack: It would be ok if there were two Maalis, there are two Scarletts
Me: Yes, you wouldn't mind if mummy and daddy had another child in the house, you would have to share us and your things,
Jack: Oh no mummy I wouldn't mind, I like sharing
And you know what, I bet he truly wouldn't xx
And to finish off here is another photo of the birthday boy. Taken today, in our back yard eating an icy pole. Gawd he's such a cutiepie :)
(Hamish 3 days old)
My head is spinning at how fast my little men are growing up. Tomorrow is Hamishs' 3rd birthday, and on the weekend we had his little birthday party.
He is truly a beautiful soul, every mad intense sweet little part of him. He endears himself to people in a way that is amazing to watch. Yesterday he started trying to write his name, working so hard on the letter 'H' his face screwed in total concentration, and while I watched him it really solidified the fact that my baby, is no longer a baby
As it stands today, his favourite things include;
Tormenting his brother
Dancing, singing and playing music
All in all he is an enigma, as I think all children should be, and everyday day/week/year is constantly full of surprises, with us often asking what will he do next.
In true Hamish style, he wanted a flower birthday cake, made of bananas and chocolate. In true mummy style I made it from scratch, but was unable to make it look anything like a flower, luckily he thought it looked and tasted great, so it was a success .... a very ugly success.