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Monday
Feb032014

class of '014!

Today was Morrison's first day of school. Ahem, I said, FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!

Holy moly! When did that happen!? (today, der brain - you just wrote it down!)

Off he went in his tiny pants, small shirt and large hat - heh. Didn't even bother to look up when we said, "Ok baby, we're going to go now."  Just a cheery, "Ok, see ya!"

There was Lego, his friends, lots of books and a sweet young *teacher there to take our place.

*(Miss Morrish is about 24 years old. Mo described her to Papa as, "Really old!" Serves her right for trying to usurp my position as most fabulous woman in his life!)

Shunned! We took my trauma... to the Coldstream Brewery and drank the ridiculousness of it all away.

When we picked him up, Daddy asked, "What did you do today, Mo?"

"I learnt to read."

So, that's taken care of.

We think tomorrow it's symbolic algebra and organic chemistry.

You gorgeous, adorable boy. We hope you're always as happy to go to school. We're so proud of you!

Mo's Mum and Dad and big brother Spike xoxox

 

Tuesday
Nov192013

we have a comedian in our midst

Both our boys are pretty amusing. In a house where funny is currency, they either step up to the plate or go live in the yard.

Spike is gregarious and in your face. Your basic poo, bum, wee jokes are king. There's lots of tah-dah'ing and laughing at your own jokes.

Morrison, on the other funnier hand, is more absurdist than his brother. More thoughtful and interesting and has displayed a tentative grasp of the callback. Pretty slick!  He's our favourite.

Daddy, Spike and Mo were walking down a very steep trail in a nature reserve - 

Daddy: "Mo, be careful, we don't want you to fall."

Mo: "Yeah, I might break my head!"

Daddy: "Yep, and you might use your head for something someday..."

Mo: "Yeah, for eating!"

Later, at dinner, as Daddy was telling the story to mummy -  

Mo puts a bite of food to his forehead and says with a very straight face, "It's not going in!"

End Scene.

And some other recent gems.

"I like tidying up but I don't like it on Wednesdays."

Immediately after a quite barky croup cough "Did you hear that, Mumma?! There's something wrong with my brain!"

"Georgio says when you die you go to Kevin, bit I think that's probably ridiculous."

"Daddy, when you're good enough to touch your toes you'll be in kinder just like me. And when we get home, I'll show you how to do press ups."

"Are you a Mum?" "Yes babe. I'm your Mum." "Right. Do you like to wear jeans?" (And now he's not allowed to read @robdelaney's twitter feed.)

"I can hear POPCORN on the roof!" Yes, it was a hail storm. 

And this little gem from July last year, "My favourite colours are red, yellow and monkey."

Perfect, funny little bugger. 

The PFLB's Mum xoxo

Monday
Apr012013

FOUR!

"I am. I am four. I used to be three and next I'll be five, but right now I'm four. I got a helicopter and a camera and a new suitcase for my holidays and some cake and chocolate and I got all my friends!"

This kid of ours is quite definitely the Cat's Footsie Pyjamas. He is also the Bee's Arthritic Knees and knows where the Dog's Denim Jacket is... ok. Well, you get the point!

Four. FOUR!? Seriously!

  

His new waterproof camera had almost 100 photos on it in the first 10 minutes he owned it. Luckily he has a brother who loves posing - as they say in the classics, a match made in heaven.

As I said to him when we tucked him in after his day, "We are so lucky to be yours. And I'm really glad you don't live in me any more."

  

Happy Birthday Mo Flynn! We know you're going to have a fantastically awesome year.

Mumma, Daddy and your big brother Spike. xoox

Friday
Feb222013

Kinder Kid? Me? Totally!


 

Meerkat t.shirt and skinny jeans? Check.

New yellow bag, with a planet on it? Check.

New lunch box and drink bottle? Check.

Cute eager little kid who knows alllll about kinder? Double check!

Yup, it's that time of the year. Our adorable head on a stick is off to big boy kinder.

Does he rock it? Ah, have we just met?!

He went in, surveyed the scene (a skill his brother does not really possess - Spike's more your go in, ask questions later kinda guy).

Mo put his ginormous lunch box in the bucket, his drink bottle in the other and went out to play.

As luck would have it, there's a sandpit. He watched the other kids for a while. Hands on hips, quiet intent. Then he moved amongst them. Gently patting one after another on the head and saying, [with] equal parts gorgeous and patronising, "Well done!" and "Good job!" 

heh!

He waved a goodbye to his brother and Daddy but asked me to stay for a bit. Of course, then I was totally ignored while he went about his business. Digging, finding and supervising.

Up to the top of the Pirate Ship and over to the swings. Into the cubby house and along the stepping stones. He and another tiny boy called Gus dug feverishly in the sandpit for dinosaur bones, "I found it!" and also set the rules of the Racing Game.  They were off.

I was summarily dismissed when it was time to line up and go inside to hear a story. "Mumma, you go now. I've got everything under control."

He did too.

   

Pasting. Painting. Puzzles, Play Doh.

All his favourite things seem to start with P. 

Playing. pBooks. pWater. pSandpit... ok, I'm pushing things now. :-)

   

It's a sweet little kinder at the foothills of the mountain. Some of the other kids there have followed their Mums and in one case, their grandmother in attending that particular schooi! It's relaxed and serene. The kids are all SO tiny! How their parents have let them out of the house is almost unfathomable...

I stayed for "Talking Circle". Mo was in his element. I saw vast shades of his older brother. It was so fun! There's a little girl in his class who is quite the Little Miss Confident. All chatty and Look At Me. I think I love her.

But, back to my two. As my best friend (and their Arnie) calls them, Gummy and The Posing Meerkat.

Couldn't you just smash them to pieces and apply them liberally to your face?

Sweet, funny, demanding, non-listening, loving, lovely boys.

I do believe, we hit the jackpot.

Gummy & The Poser's Mum xoxoxo

PS I've just realised Mo is wearing the same jeans and hat that Spike wore on HIS first day at kindergarten.

That's either really sweet or a flagrant abuse of hand-me-downs. 

Sorry Mo! xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Monday
Dec172012

Looney Tunes, Explained

See, it makes sense once you hear it, Mo Style. 

Told ya!

xxxx