My guys and my guts

So here are the latest pics from our trip to visit Aunty D. She takes a beaut pic.

We had a lovely Anzac break in the south of the island. Aunty D spoiled us and happens to cook the finest lamb chops in christendom.

However we stayed an extra day. We wagged.

The luthier wagged his luthier-ing, J and hospital S both wagged school and I wagged my appointment.

"No big deal", I hear you say, "You can always make another hospital appointment". Unfortunately , on the island, things are not so easy. It will take 7 weeks for me to get another appointment at which point I will be more than halfway through my 'confinement'. Grouse! The island's antenatal clinic is obviouslyworking overtime to accommodate all the bogans having their 'plasma' babies .

Lucky I am not freaking out that nooone has checked that there is only one baby inside my rapidly growing gut. Just to be sure I am off to the gp for an ultrasound referal.

Mother Helps

This morning I went into J's school for my first ever effort as mother's help. Very interesting it was too. I lead a reading group, the 'high flyers' , one of which was, of course, my son. It blew me away. J could only read his name a few months ago and now those kids are cooking with gas. I had to move through the activities bloody quickly to keep them from getting bored because it was too easy. Very impressive. The good old state education system seems to be coming up trumps. Thank goodness!

However, I do think there should be a law against parents making up there own novelty names for their kids. J's class is full of such a strange assortment of name concoctions - Jyron, Tynelle, Arlia, Saber? Bizarre.


We have no firm idea about names for smith baby number 3. All suggestions gratefully received.
Except any from the list above.

First Day of School

Well. My little guy started childcare today at the tender age of 1 and a half. It was not a heart wrenching moment in which child was torn from his mother's anguished breast. We took him in said "We'll be back soon" and he continued to play without giving us a second glance.

Very clingy and dependent my sons. NOT.

So here I sit with some time to myself. Free time. I am using it wisely by sitting in the luthier's shop listening to him scrape wood, blogging and wondering whether I want a bagel with my english breakfast tea this morning. This activity very successfully puts off all the awful jobs I have to do like go home and wash up or go and get my blood test done. EEEEEEYEEEW!

So from now on I will have two mornings of GG time. Time all to myself. I will have to get a life of some description in order to fill up these precious 7 hours with fabulous GG fun.
Or just go home and do the washing up.

It's been a long time since I ....

did anything other than vomit. Is the real end to that sentence for me.
The good news is that I am nearly 14 weeks up the duff and the hideous 6 or 7 weeks of vomiting is coming to an end. You poor ladies who get it for the duration of your 'confinement'. Sooooo depressing.

Anyhoo, getting better now and starting to get a life.