Onward with the next chapter in Crafting Connection. I am looking forward to getting on that plane tomorrow. I am anticpating the fun at the other end. I am excited that for once it is a one hour flight, I’ve seen the inside of far too many planes lately and I am thankful that the winds in Wellington seem to have calmed. (and that I wasn’t on the Cook strait Ferry with the US tutors and their families) yesterday.
Some fav pics from today – it was full of cards and flowers and hugs and phone calls. And cake. Two of them even. I have great friends and family. Only one cake was photographed – the other didn’t stand a chance. lol.
The cake is a tradition my family. Since I can remember my Mum would make a cake for a birthday and the three of us kids would decorate it. We would buy pick-n-mix lollies and Mum would ice the cake. The icing (frosting for those southern-hemispherily challenged ;o) the icing would not be set too much and as we placed the lollies on the cake they would often slip down the side. In the end the cake would be covered in icing and lollies with no pattern to them, just a pile of sweet goodness really. Those were called ‘sliptey cakes’. This one isn;t too sliptey but as my kids were decorating it, it reminded me of those days.
The kids stayed home from school today, out of the last 4-5 weekends I have only seen them for one I think – and with me going off to Wellington tomorrow I just wanted them around me. I was honest with the school and told them the kids needed a ‘mental health day’ and they agreed. All is well :o)
We decided to take the kids for a swim at the rec centre. I can’t remember the last time we went. As we were driving there Braden announced “Oh my goodness I think my heart is going to burst into lots of little hearts!” How.cute.is.that. Excitment is so cute in a 6 year old.
Just as I was quietly thinking to myself how innocent and cute that was there was this huge “KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!” voice from the back seat. Boys will be boys. He couldn’t resist adding that.
Another Tarisota layout… this one is nothing extra pretty, it’s all about the journaling here for me. You all know how I love to tell a story. Especially you Sydney ladies. I had a sore throat on Sunday and most of Monday. I thought I was coming down with a cold or something but now I really I think I just talked too much. lol.
ANyhoooooooooooo this layout is more about the story than anything. The journaling tells about how Abby is going through the phase where she blames everyone else for anything.
I can visualise this child jumping on the couch. We can make eye contact as she is doing it, yet as I ask her to stop she blurts out “It wasn’t me!!!”
Apparently a Pokemon, Mr Mime, is the culprit. Mr Mime is a 2cm pokemon figurine that Braden placed on her bedside table (supposedly to ward off the Crazy Frog, whom Abby is terrified of) but as well as a protector-from-crazy-frog Mr Mime also does a lot of naughty things around this place. If abby were to be believed.
Ok. Apparently I do talk too much.
See you in Wellington!!!!
LAters.
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