Our youngest turned three on Monday. We celebrated in grand fashion on the weekend with the guests wearing whiskers and some bringing their pussycat toys. We had a pussycat cake, party food and playing with friends.
Lincoln had a great time. He was delighted to see his best little friend from his old preschool and was thrilled to have everyone singing “happy birthday” to him.
My, how that time has flown. He’s a delightful boy. Expressive, caring, imaginative. He enjoys playing with lego, his motorbike toys and dressing up. He still enjoys a nap, isn’t toilet trained yet and sleeps with his teddies.
Three was a difficult age with Fraser. He was becoming independent and wanted me to know that. Only two months in I was counting down to when he’d turn four and become that little bit more reasonable. Over the last few years I’ve forgotten all but one mortifying tantrum, so I’m really just left with the general impression of three being a terrifying age for a parent.
I’m fairly positive we’ll emerge from the next 12 months with our self-respect intact.
Happy 3rd Birthday Lincoln.
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I made Kami pick the winner.
He wasn’t particularly excited by the honour bestowed on him. In fact, he scratched himself. But then I lined them up randomly and this was the one he stopped at.
Congratulations Liz! I’ll get in touch about where to send your paper-cuts.
I set myself a challenge recently to get sewing again, and I must only use my stash. So I was excited when I came across a fabulous felt garland idea. Lincoln’s party is tomorrow, so on Tuesday I rummaged through my fabric and found a bag of felt pieces I’d bought for a project that never got off the ground. It’s such an easy thing to make and I was happy with the outcome.
Though, it never does look as nice as it does in the picture.
(I’m sure that’s more to do with their attractive interiors.)
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I’ve been slaving away madly, wrapping up this cultural studies unit I’ve been doing through OUA. I’ve submitted the essay and now I just have to hope the best while I move on to the next one – News and Politics. I’m looking forward to this unit. It’s less intense and more practical. Not that cultural studies doesn’t have some practical use but it’s more esoteric than my day-to-day life requires.
So here I am, back in the land of the blogging. I promised pictures in my recent tweet. Behold – our first visit from the toothfairy happened on the 14th.
S/he left a handwritten “thank you” on a slip of paper with tin foil stars stuck on it, along with $2.
No more than five days later TF was back again with another thank you note and $2. No thanks, to a self-inflicted basketball to the face.
I think I was more excited about it than Fraser was, as to me, it marks the next stage of growing up. I look forward to seeing what interests my children will have and what sort of people they will become. I am not so sad about memories of the babies they no longer are.
I never have been very sentimental.
Lincoln has begun to enjoy is new preschool and this week, we’ve had no tears at drop-off! He loves craft and painting, and yesterday they made pictures of robots. I’m actually thinking of setting up a craft project for the ten kids to do at his birthday party in a week or so.
Lastly, today I have a little giveaway. I’ve been sorting through boxes of things in my office. Amongst the piles of paperwork that needs filing are these delicate laser cut paper-cuts from China. There are ten, of varying designs and colours.
I don’t know where they originally came from but I can’t envisage ever using them. In my efforts to minimise, I’ve decided to pass them on to one of you. Leave a comment here and I will select at random next Thursday, May 3rd.
Posted in: Fraser stuff, Lincoln stuff.
I’ve spoken of the awesomeness of farmers markets before. While Matt was out on a mountain bike ride on Saturday morning I took the boys to Bowral Farmer’s Market. I did the thing I seem to do at fresh food markets–buy seafood, fresh bread, and some fruit. I even got the mother’s day presents for the grandmothers there. It’s on the second Saturday of each month. I think I know where I’ll be going regularly.
In other shopping news I stopped in to a beautiful new store in Moss Vale yesterday. I’ve been patiently waiting for it to be open and then it took another month for me to be in transit through Moss Vale without the kids. Anyway, Made by Others is a new design store full of lots of different things designed and made in Australia.
There are lots of super cute birdy things and I couldn’t help but buy these sweet bird cage earrings, and a lovely warm pair of fingerless gloves. I love the colour of this yarn and the pattern. They’re made by Kim Simon of Fibre Red.
And of course that ring I’m wearing is from my good friends at Oye Modern. I decided to buy myself a little celebration gift for my recent career change. Isn’t it lovely? I can’t wait until it gets a little tarnish in there to add a whole bunch of extra character.
If you’re ever in the Southern Highlands looking for some good food and shopping, check out SoHi magazine. They’ve got their fingers on the hipster pulse.
(Thanks Lady Smaggle for the inspiration to wear arm socks.)
See the ugly brown couch in the background there? I’m getting quotes to have in recovered in a charcoal commercial-grade fabric. It’s a solid, sprung frame so worthy of re-upholstering.
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I’m working through Mount Boxmore and have finally made my office into a workable space. Obviously, I still need to straighten up the bookshelves. That’s my next job, I promise.
H&B’s suggestion for the question in my
last post was spot-on. Thanks for the tip. I’ve gone and photographed the memorable items from Fraser’s school work and snaffled one particularly excellent piece for my office wall.
I’m still getting used to some aspects of suburbia. Sir Yapsalot, next door, yaps a lot whenever I hang out the washing; the light spill from the street lights keeps the house bathed in an eerie relative daylight, compared to the absolute darkness of our acres; and the proximity of neighbours means I must be mindful of the noise we create in the back yard.
All things considered, though, I’ve no doubts we’ve made the right move. I’ve volunteered for the kitchen garden committee that is being set up at school and Fraser is about to start drum lessons.
Posted in: Fraser stuff, Home stuff.
