Birthday Boy

Last week was Riley's 4th Birthday. We had an early party with the cousins on a Saturday (I think the ONLY thing he wanted for his birthday was for Caitlyn, his cousin, to be there. He even woke up crying in the night for her! Awwww!)

Below is a pic from his 'after party' play date with his favourite Church friend Claire and little Hannah.
Half of the fire truck cake still in tact and still so moist! Great recipe for carrot cake that one.

The icing is mostly raspberry and strawberry juice (cream cheese frosting), tasted divine.

This is Riley the following day at his Christmas concert at pre-school. He cried and sat on my lap for most of it but went to join in the 'six white boomers' (silly Aussie Santa song) and got the only bell shaker that was different. He jingled with the grumpiest face the whole way through the song. So funny!

Once it was over, he was back to normal :) This is his best little sand pit friend. 

 Such a cutie, can't believe he's 4!

This was one of our family nights from last month. We iced cup cakes. Lucas went for the 'smoosh it all on and scoff' approach...

 Riley went for the 'pipe it from the bag and try to look professional' approach...

...and ofcourse Steve used the medical approach... I roll my eyes at him :) haha

6yrs old

Beater licking good!

Good to know the spinach juice I used for colouring doesn't change the taste of the icing (or their behaviour!) haha

...almost finished. Paused for a pic after the 4th hand cramp

early, early in the morning :)

The park was so hot. 29C at 9am!! The chocolate banana ghosts melted...

The scary apple teeth were...scary

Friends were lovely

Carrot b-day cake was yummy.. (even after that extra accidental 30mins in the oven!)

xxx

Aug/Sept.. lovely boys

The loveliest boy at the moment is Steve.
On the odd occasion when we get pizza, Steve usually puts some funny name like MacGuyver or Sanga or I have to guess which one is ours.
...........Pizza is so romantic!  Ahhhhh!

 (yes, I know! My side of the family....)

Been Busy

Cleaning up after a storm....

 

 

Window shopping..

 Rocket making..

Ambulance making (complete with hair cutting equipment on top - by Riley)...

Helping.....(new clothes from the UK, thanks Farmor for sending them!)

Taking the oldies to the park.....x....

Discovering exciting things....

{my little beauty}

Having a Zen moment in the sheep house at school....

Been busy. Having lots of fun.

x

Riley

A camera with all the bells and whistles is just one of those things I get itchy for, but know it's a long long long way down on a list of wants (after the long list of needs). It's frustrating when I can't quite capture what I can see.

 But here's something I can't get wrong.. my little Riley. He's such a funny sausage. So calm, quiet and peaceful (I know! the two boys are so different but like cheese and grapes - go so well together.)

We sat watching a construction site. The crane moving stuff about, one man falling over, the cement truck.. So exciting to a 3 year old who loves nothing more than trucks and emergency vehicles.

 He's a big boy now, but still with puppy fat, soft curves, baby skin and still so delicious to cuddle.

xx

Back to Beautiful x

 We thought giving Lucas an old phone to play Pac Man on was a harmless thing.
He got addicted so fast it was shocking!
He didn't listen or obey, refused to follow basic routines (sit at the table, get dressed etc) and was a tantrum monster. So I took it apart and hid the pieces in three different places. (He's a master at finding things!)

This is him the very next day. Caring, thoughtful, loving and sweet. He made me go back to bed and brought his home made Easter card and the best impromptu breakfast a five year old could conjure up in a few seconds. (Easter Sunday)

 Then he sent Riley to bed (Dad's side) and brought him an Easter breakfast treat too.


My beautiful 3 year old Riley. He reminds me everyday that he's growing, and everyday I stare at his rounded body, softy baby like features and wish it would all last longer.

There was this woman (I say, "WOMAN" with a 'Grrr!!') at the health food shop the other day who asked me if my kids were "refund age". Apparently they are and my expression of shock gave me away - I didn't agree. I love these ages, lots of cuddles and giggles. "That's a very Anglo Saxon way of bringing up children" she said. Then lectured me on how her french mother and lebanese father got it right. Absolute discipline, children are nothing.. beneath nothing and should always, without exception do as we tell them (not as we do). What's this got to do with my choice of herbal shampoo?!

WHAT A STINKING RACIST! Her faux friendly aggression left a bad taste in my mouth.
... leaves me wondering if I should complain to the manager.
I know the nice sides, but showing those negative generalist traits of both french and lebanese isn't doing either culture any favours.. I won't be going back to that shop anytime soon!

Here's Roo in the park helping his friend be sun safe. What beauty! I'm not blind do it, I get grumpy and impatient yes, but I want to soak in their childhood and live with a childish giggle in my gut. Like plopping in a pool full of orange jelly and wiggling around. :o) Don't you agree?!

Isn't he delicious!