Showing posts with label Hours of fun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hours of fun. Show all posts

Friday, June 27, 2008

Ring Ring

Hi, you've reached Stomper Girl. I'm not available to take your call as I will be going out of town on Saturday. If the matter is urgent you can find me in a charming B&B in Daylesford with my girlfriends Jen and Astrid, where we'll be chatting, laughing, knitting, whingeing about our kids and husbands, eating slow-cooked lamb shanks followed by home-made sticky date pudding for our dinner, and drinking champagne. On Sunday we may be harder to find but you can try us at one of the local cafes (look for a coffee and a plate of bacon & eggs) or at the Hepburn Spa centre where we will either be face-down on a massage bed or immersed in mineral H2O. Failing that, we may be wandering idly around the township. I should be back late Sunday. In the meantime you can leave a message with the stay-at-homes, Mister Fixit and the kids.

Have a great weekend, I know I will.

*beep*

Thursday, January 24, 2008

This Boy is Seven

He loves lego and has crazy-boy-hair in the mornings.
He is an excellently good big brother.

He has lots of mates at school but his real friends will be the ones coming for cake in the park over the weekend. And his soul-mate came over today to help him build the birthday lego.

He writes notes all the time. If he's thinking it, he needs to write it.

He immerses himself whole-heartedly in games of the imagination - whether he's in public or not. He can dance. And what's more, he does. With those long lanky legs of his.

He is so very loving and affectionate.

He sees the cat on the window sill and decides he might like to sit up there too.

He is terrific, exactly what we wanted, and getting better every day. Happy birthday!!

Friday, October 26, 2007

Babies love boxes.

Flashback Friday theme this week is Best and Favourite Toys and Activities. So here is my sister (on the left) with me, doing one of the all-time-favourite kid activities. Which is of course, playing with or sitting in a box.

Maybe one that your Christmas present came in.

Maybe one that the nappies came in.

Careful!!
Maybe one you don't even fit in any more.

Peekaboo.