"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall..."
Lighting the candles
Cutting the cake - the anticipation mounts
Two lttle Hawks party hard...
"What do you think of the cake, Jack?"
"Careful. I think your dad's trying to nick some."
Jack's had enough. Caspar's eating for two.
"I think I'm OK to drive..."
We don't have a new houth but here is our new furncha.
In with the new
The weather was cold, sleety and miserable on Easter Monday and I was glad to take refuge in Peter and Andrea’s corporate box.
I doubt they’re equally glad they invited me.
Before long a child was enquiring about the identity of ‘the lady making all the noise’ Later, in an exuberant celebration of a goal, I tipped coffee all over my host’s brother-in-law. And when the final siren sounded my gesture of despair ended in an elbow to my hostess’s nose.
We play Geelong again on 19th August and it’s a night game. A corporate box is a very nice place to be even when you’re being gloated at. Four months should be enough time to brush up on my manners. And maybe that night I can be magnanimous in victory. But I think a mega-gloat would be excusable really.
Ross was born on 29 February so it was actually only his 15th birthday.
At Montessori playgroup this week Caspie created the first craft project of his life.
He artfully arranged the pompoms on the egg and glued them on himself.
The Powers That Be have banned chocolate so this is the closest he will get to an Easter egg this year. But what a magnificent beginning to his creative life.
