And So The Advent Begins…

The J Bomb has been exciting at the arrival of Christmas ever since the shopping centres started to put the decorations up at the end of September. I tell you, they know how to mess with a kids mind!

Anyway, today the day has arrived for the official countdown to begin. We got a lego advent calendar this year. The antcipation to open it has been great!

It wasn’t cheap, but Lego never is. When you consider that you are getting 24 little Lego projects, it’s not really too bad. Lego is such a good toy for manipulatives, construction, creativity and fine motor skills, I feel it’s well and truly justified educationally as well! Here’s inside the box, all the little windows are just waiting to be opened!

And here is J Bomb with Day 1’s gift a little snowman and a cheesy smile. Good opportunity to have a lesson on climates in other countries. I don’t think he really got it.

I have to show you the next picture. The J-Bomb has been playing with the snowman all morning. Sometime during the night he had got up and gone to the toilet. I don’t know why he took his PJ’s off to do so, but it’s obvious that he did.

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Sesame Street Etiquette

In our house we are trying to teach the J Bomb table manners. Something must be going into his little head. He has now become the etiquette police and is always trying to catch out The Accountant and myself. He caught The Accountant tonight. “Daddy! You have your Elmo’s on the table! You have to take them off.”

Personalized Stool
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The Shame of Motherhood

There are some moments during motherhood where you just have to hang your head in shame – even if it’s not exactly your fault. There is another moment that all mothers have, and that moment often becomes a story to be told over the next couple of decades. That story is the poo story. Sometimes the moment of shame is intertwined with the poo story, as mine was on Saturday. I had a lovely morning. I had a morning meeting, and when I came home The Accountant, God bless him, had completely exhausted The Baby, who consequently slept the whole morning. The J Bomb then went to “Bunny’s with Daddy”. (Bunnings) Therefore, I had a delightful morning by myself, free to do whatever I pleased. Unfortunately I wasn’t pleased that this meant I was free to do the ironing, so in the end it wasn’t all that delightful. Except that the ironing basket receded considerably with the uninterrupted attention. Until I folded the washing that is. Then it was overflowing again.

So, once The Baby woke up, I took him and J Bomb to a 1st Birthday party. It’s a shame I didn’t check the invite before I left home. I would have discovered I was going to turn up half an hour early. Luckily, before the majority of the guests arrived, I caught Jonty over near the shed, pants down having a pee. Boys, sometimes they have no shame.  I cornered him, had a stern talk about the evils of public urination and advised him of the wisdom getting me to usher him to the bathroom should any further calls of nature occur.

So, once The Baby woke up, I took him and J Bomb to a 1st Birthday party. It’s a shame I didn’t check the invite before I left home. I would have discovered I was going to turn up half an hour early. Luckily, before the majority of the guests arrived, I caught J Bomb over near the shed, pants down having a pee. Boys, sometimes they have no shame.  I cornered him, had a stern talk about the evils of public urination and advised him of the wisdom getting me to usher him to the bathroom should any further calls of nature occur.

All seemed to be going well. J Bomb discovered that inside the shed contained sumputous party food, and dubbed it the “Party Shed” and made frequent visits there in between soccer and swinging on the swing set. However, I soon saw his little face poking guiltily around the corner outside the shed. Thinking he was acting guilty because he was about to relieve himself again, I went to investigate, and to my horror, he had hidden behind the shed to do a poo. Then he had trod in it, and walked around with poo on his shoe spreading it within that vincinity, which meant that I trod in it too. Kicking our shoes off, I marched him to the toilet. I was so embarrassed, and so angry! To let him know my displeasure I said it was time for us to leave. A getaway turned out to be not so easy as the exit was blocked by the birthday cake.

My mood mellowed somewhat while singing Happy Birthday to a non-existant one year old, (She had chosen the classic one year old, “Sleep Through Your Own Party” routine.) Jonty was terrified of missing out on cake and a party bag. After his sincere apology to the host, he was relieved to receive both. The food was consumed with an air of solemenity though, he knew that it was a close call.

I take some consolation that perhaps the embarrassment I felt on Saturday perhaps may match the J Bomb’s embarrassment one day when I regale this tale one day in the future. Perhaps his footy buddies will be interested…

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Happy Heart Story: Sexist Swimming Strokes

J Bomb was asked this morning by a friend of mine (who obviously does not have children and understand the swimming capabilities of 4 year olds) what stroke he swam. “Do you do butterfly when you swim?” she asked, clueless to the fact that his strokes were any movement that helps him avoid sinking.

He looked at her indiginantly. “I don’t do butterfly, I’m a boy. I don’t swim like a girl.”

“Oh,” she said, “what stroke do you swim?”

“I think I will swim shark stroke, boys like sharks.” he seriously replied.

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Anyone have anything to say?

Hi! I would love to hear some comments if you are reading this! It feels like I’m talking to no one, which I would have thought quite possible because I haven’t advertised the fact that I’m blogging yet. However, I can see there are some visitors. (Yay!) Would love some feedback and hear what you think, whether you’ve dropped in before, of if this is your first visit… (Pretty please?)

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Beware – Another Mummy enters the Blogosphere.

So this is it. My debut blog! Welcome to me! (In my head there is a gentle applause and lots of smiling faces murmuring that it is good that she’s finally arrived.)
There is just too much funny stuff that happens in life that ought to be reported on like the time the baby ate glass and the boy pee’d on the dog. Sorry. I agree, that’s not funny, that’s just scary and gross. Will report on funny at a later date… or I’ll just make gross and scary sound funny. Whatever works.
I am looking forward to the blogging experience and hope that I do gain an audience as I tell the tales of my life. Let the blogging begin!

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