Washing

This kid spins me out:

Yesterday (Monday) was my designated "washing day" which means I do between 10 & 20 loads of washing in one giant, long hit. This works well for *me* because I manage to do things in BULK rather than a slow and steady pace. Kind of like: The Hare & The Tortoise. You know the story right? How the Hare says to the Tortoise I'm faster than you and they race. The Hare takes off so fast and is almost at the finish line when he stops to have a rest. When he wakes up the Tortoise has won the race... Well... I'm The Hare. Which has its bonuses, but mostly stuff piles up til its ridiculus, then wham its done and finished with.

Anyhoo...

Yesterday, I was in our 'carport/lean to' thingy hanging washing up, when Isaiah says to me "Can I help?" [Home Schooling Mother Here!!!] Course you can mate!! So help he does.

So today, the boy comes up to me, asking me if I am going to do washing today. Well No Son! I did washing yesterday, but what are you up to? Usually I am posed with the question "Are you tired" which I usually replied yes or a little bit. He always says "Go have a sleep", some days he'll say "Go have a sleep, I wont go outside". So reassuring right? So I am wondering, what is his motive? What does he REALLY want to do? What is he getting at?

So he checks the washing machines (I have TWO), Yep they're done he states. Grabs a washing basket, rounds two helpers & pulls all the washing out. One machine had been washed, the other was just sitting their. He needs pegs (he reckons) so he goes OUTSIDE. Yep that is what he wanted I am thinking. Grabs the pegs, comes inside and hangs the washing up ALL BY HIMSELF!!! (the going outside distracted two helpers from helping).

No devious plan, no sneaky ideas, no alterier motive.

Love him... LOTS!!!

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Shoom Shoom

feck-a-nut

Grenet


Are words used to describe or name something that we don't know the name of...

atleast in *OUR* house... 

Isn't he clever? He came up with them all on his own.

5 Things I am Thankful for:
1. A name to name the things I don't know the name of
2. The iniative of this kid who creates words to describe something
3. The genius behind the name creating
4. The kid himself
5. The laugh that this child brings into my heart
5.

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Dear Isaiah,

The past 12 months has been fairly rough for us hasn't it mate. I have to tell you though you've been a source of constant entertainment and laughs for me, bringing a little ray of sunshine during a dark storm, and helping me with day-to-day life jobs.

So many things I wish I could have recorded and other things I wish we could delete. Somewhere along the lines you changed on the inside and those 2 hour time out fights became a laugh from the past instead of constant strain to my general well-being. I am thinking the gray hair that I cannot catch was one from you. Not impressed by the way.

I suffered 3 months of morning sickness so I would often buy carrot, orange and ginger juice but wouldn't let you have any. I told you it was for the baby. So when I'd have food and say no you couldn't have any you always asked if it was for the baby. Yeah it was for the baby. Including that block of chocolate and the ice cream that I had - that was for the baby too. Amazingly just the other day when at the shops you spotted a packet of crystalised ginger and told me that was for the baby. What a memory :)

Our routine would go something like Mummy wakes up and vomits, get breakfast for kids while mummy tries not to fall over from dizzy and nausea, mummy vomits. Play in lounge/do washing, another vomit. If I could make it to lunch time Papa would come home and sit with us while I rested then we'd put the babies to bed for a sleep and I'd put a DVD on for you to watch while I rested (fell asleep accidently). I think I was showering 6-15 times per day the sickness was so awful and painful. I often felt bad for allowing you so much DVD time so I apologize for the square eyes. I really needed that rest just to get through the day.
You would often ask me if I was going to spew - the answer was usually yes. If it wasn't the vomitting there would be the Nausea. We had the perfect routine and you helped to set that routine to perfection. Especially since you were just so in love with lying with me on the couch for cuddles.

We often talked about the baby in mummys tummy. You knew she was there, who put her there, that she was growing, that she had a cord into her belly button to feed her, and there is blood in there. Among other things like how she was going to get out, that I'd go to the hospital and get her out, and that she kicked lots.

You asked me if she was asleep to which I said yes. You innocently replied "Yep, she's sleeping in her cot" LOL if ever there was a time... You were horrified to learn she was not wearing a nappy and was naked. We told you that we would put a nappy on, that we'd put clothes on and that she would sleep in a cot when she was out.

With Amalia and Jarah having whooping cough, Papa getting diagnosed, baby check ups we visited with the dr lots and had a few hospital visits. Each time I'd announce we were going to the hospital you would get excited and say "to get the baby out".

We perfected our breakfast and morning routine. You learnt how to do everything that needed doing and mostly did it with a great attitude. You even taught Amalia how to do alot of it. You taught yourself addition and subtraction by setting the table with bowls and spoons.

In between our crazy life we home schooled, car schooled and park schooled. You learnt mostly through conversation and hands on remembering most of what you learnt.

Really there is alot that could be said about you. But I am lacking the time. I hope that I can remember the hilarious things that you said during the past few months.

Love Mum
xx

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