- Aunty Mum
- The past two years have been all about adjusting to motherhood and finding my way through it via craft. The out pouring of this came in the form of my blog Aunty Mum. Now I'm finally finding my feet, the children are growing, I'm getting some independence and my interests are morphing . . . into cooking. Join me in exploring creativity in many forms, food, fabric, frowns and laughter.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Summer Storms and Children
I've also been trying to get into the routine of doing quite a lot of house work on Sundays in preparation for when I have Monday mornings to myself (seven days to go, but who's counting?) and then I won't feel the need to clean in my childless time but to create instead. Unfortunately, it took quite some time to prepare entertainment for the children. Nana dropped off these foam alphabet tiles on Saturday morning and I've seen them made into structures so I vacuumed out the spare side of the garage and got constructing. It took around 45 minutes to get it all put together and Kayley and Rogan were very impressed. Being an ex-building officer I wasn't so impressed with my bracing, however, I warned the occupants that, if they were careful there was no reason it wouldn't stand for the whole day. Alas, two year old sister got involved and nine minutes later there was a pile of tiles on the floor and three children looking for something to do. Hmmmm, well done Aunty.
And the power was on again by bath time. We have gas hot water and the califonts don't work without electricity to spark the gas alight. I guess, for the most part, we can survive without electricity . . . and who really needs a bath? I could have soaped up the kids and made them run around in the rain if the worst had come to the worst. In fact, only one catastrophe today. Rogan, who was doing his best to amuse himself, was playing spinning tops in the lounge, lost his footing and crashed head first onto the foot stool. I spent half an hour at the table with cold peas pressed against a nice blue egg shape on his forehead. Strange how children don't realise you're not nagging when you keep asking them not to do something until they eventually hurt themselves. Bless him. He's fine really. They're off to Nana's tomorrow morning as I have important birthday shopping to do for Rogan's fourth birthday on Wednesday. Can you believe it? One year and he'll be at school!
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