Last Sunday was Grand Final day. Normally this doesn’t mean much to me, and this year was no exception. I’m not a particular fan of any football code, but if I have a least favourite it’s the NRL. I mean, really. There’s the inherent violence of a sport in which men hurl themselves bodily at one another … More Sorry, Mr Thurston. You’ve won every heart in the nation except for one.
The conversation took place in the car, as all the most interesting conversations do. We drive past a school with a big crucifix lit up on its roof. Boy-Child (5): Hey! It’s a cross. Like what Jesus had! Me: Yup. Boy-Child: Except His was up on a hill. Wasn’t it, Mum? Me: Yes, that’s what … More And my son’s spiritual advisor is…
Out of the blue, Boy-Child came at me with some hard-hitting questions about something I care deeply about. He has a bad habit of doing this, and I’m always less than prepared. Boy-Child: Mum. Can you tell me about chicken pox? Me: Chicken pox? That’s a serious illness that used to affect lots of children. … More Goose Pox
Ext: In a moving car. A child’s voice pipes up from the back seat. Boy-Child (5): I’m pretty brave, hey Mum? Me: (Pause briefly from singing Wiggles medley) Oh, yes. Very! 5: Because I’ve watched some scary shows on TV and didn’t even cry. Me: Mmm? You mean like Scooby-Doo, with the spooks and so … More A ‘horrific’ misunderstanding.
It’s almost as if she’s heard the stories of her precociously articulate brother, stringing words together at his first birthday party. Baby Girl seems bent on doing the opposite, and at this stage I won’t be surprised if she’s still speaking in an endearing combination of tuneful babble, monosyllabic grunts and mime when she heads … More And so, the child remains stubbornly pre-verbal
So, it seems my blog had a visitor today who may have been searching for something I, er, don’t generally provide. Thanks Google! Don’t Google it. No, really. Unless you’re into that kind of thing, in which case there’s a wealth of material out there for you, yay! I’m four pages down, which I guess … More Oh dear. Someone’s going to be disappointed.
We saw some new calves on the drive to kindy this morning. Me: Oh, look! The cows have had babies! It must be Spring! Boy-Child: Oh, it definitely is Spring. The sun is shining! Me: Uh-huh. Boy-Child: The birds are tweeting! Me: Sure are. Boy-Child: Our bean plants are growing sprouts! Me: Yup. Boy-Child: The … More Spring is in the air.