Imagination.

You see a packet of hair pins and a clip.

He sees an aeroplane, full of people.

Orientation for preschool.

Dear Preschool Management,
I don’t think the silk worm moths that you left on the obsevation table are going to make it.
It seems that (almost) three year olds, who are coming to preschool, for the first time do not appreciate the idea of observing.
Anything.
They are more the touchy feely (shake to death) type.
You know, just for […]

Booger and Steve.

Ivy and Noah no longer live in this house.
No.
Booger and Steve have moved in.
For whatever reason, yesterday the little girl renamed herself ‘Booger’ and told her brother he was now known as ‘Steve’. He didn’t seem to mind, in fact embraced his new title.
All afternoon Booger and Steve played in the cubby house and on […]

According to Ivy…

…her  paediatrician is moonlighting as Barnaby the busy buzzy bee.
She swears black and blue that it’s him!

So that’s what he does on his days off!

The box under the bed.

It’s been there since he died, the box under the bed.
With all of his things inside.
Things that mean something and nothing.
It comes out rarely now and I thought that I had moved past the material possessions, the physicality of his abscence;
The ultrasound pictures.
The small soft toys, an outfit, a crocheted blanket.
His birth certificate and one […]

On tigers and therapy dogs…

Once upon a time a Mummy went searching for her very quiet children. She had noticed the eery silence and thought to herself that it was not a good sign to have such a still house.
The Mummy searched the bedrooms high and low and the lounge room but she neglected to look behind the couch.
She could not […]

“That would make me happy”.

He woke fitfully from sleep and grizzled quietly.
“What’s wrong, little man?” I ask.
“Ooooh, I can’t fly,” he replied, “I don’t have wings”.
After some suitable attention and a few moments to ponder his statement, he continued,
“I need aeroplane wings. That would make me happy!”
Ah, yes, I’m led to believe that all little boys wish they could […]

Thomas the Tankshun

Let me start by saying that Noah has never seen a single five minute episode of “Thomas the Tank Engine”.
Never.
Not one DVD
and has never placed his hands on someone else’s models or tracks.
That is why I am amazed that he has told anyone who will listen (including his ride - in car ‘Rocket) that for […]

I’ll have the house salad, thanks.

Take one Mummy, confine her to the laundry.
Get into her ribbon stash (that another chef has neglected to pack away) and pull Every. Single. Ribbon from its roll and call it ‘pasta’.
Take scrapbooking cardboard flowers (hundreds of the little suckers) from the back room, sprinkle a few into the ‘bowl’ you have aquired from the […]

It’s hard to be angry when…

He climbs onto the bed, looking for me to read him a book but then changes direction when he discovers his father is home.
I put my hands out to him but he refuses…
“No, Mummy, you not read the book, Daddy read it”.
David and I have been having a ‘heated discussion’, so this obvious favouritism erks […]