I think I need to re-name my blog "One of those days"... it seems to be what I talk about a lot as I blog, but then it's because I think perhaps people out there can relate. And perhaps tell me that the temporary insanity of a mother on the edge of scooping up all the lego and throwing it in the blacksak is normal.
At least to a degree. And that it's Okay.
This week I went to a camp meeting. Jacob goes on camp on the 3rd day back at school after the summer break so we are doing all the camp stuff now. Exciting times. If we were to be sure he was going. You see my sweet, innocent, caring, loving boy has been to the deputy principals office twice this week. Ask me how many times I ever went to the principals office. It's ok you don't have to ask - the answer is none. NONE.
The first time he was being innocently annoying. It's Jaocb's current hobby and I let him away with that one. I happened to call in on Mrs Easter that day for another reason and she assured me it was a one-off. He was terrified, she didn't think he'd be back. I asked Jacob what it was like going to see Mrs Easter - he told me he cried. When I expressed my surprise he was quick to tell me that I would cry too, if I was ever sent there. I nodded in agreement with a concerned look on my face - just to further the mythology of the nasty deputy principal.
The second time was different. His teacher was late coming back from the staff room after morning tea and was met in the class by 12 boys rumbling at the doorway to the class. All 12 were sent to Mrs Easter. Jacob, knowing full well that not going to camp was the threat last time he was there, covered his face with both of his hands so Mrs Easter wouldn't recognise him. Oh yes. So clever. So clever.
All 12 boys subsequently wrote letters of apology and it was done with, but in talking to Mrs Easter, she admitted had trouble with the reprimanding. She said that Jacob kept his face covered with his hands the whole entire time, tears dripping out from under his wrists, and occasionally, just occasionally he would part his fingers just enough to peek through - catch Mrs Easters eye and shut them again quickly.
Apparantly the vision of Jacob doing this was enough for Mrs Easter to just about break out in laughter.
That would have totally busted apart the mythology of the nasty deputy principal.
My boy is amazing. He is a gifted kid in so many areas. Literally. It's a shame he seems to have been influenced by the chest beating and territory marking of the rougher boys in his class. Just excuse for a minute the fact that he was responsible for the 12 boy rumble according to his teacher... I know, he isn't all that innocent.
OK.
So this mother is having one of those weeks.
Anyway. There were some good times during the week. Like Abby starting Kindy on Monday. This pic is the compulsory-backpack-on-the-back-on-the-day-I-started-Kindy pic. I will do a better job of it in the next week or so. That thing she is doing with her hands is meant to be a mimic of the sign her older brother does with his hands. yea yea.
(And actually even that didn't go well, I got called in to pick her up on Thursday as she wouldn't stop crying. She had no reason apart from the fact that she is a manipulative little toad - ahhh well. She has her mother's determination).
Scrapping? Yes I scrapped this week. I played with the next Tarisotakit.
I got Memory Makers "Ask the Masters II" in the mail. I had a few pages in there, this is one of them, done in about March, obviously. I love doing this kind of page. Just listing random stuff the kids did. It's been pointed out to me that I won't be able to do this when they are teenagers. lol. (And for anyone that wans closer looks at my layouts, go to my 2peas gallery, most my layouts are there).
Talking of Memory makers - go to their blog for free digi kit...
Ok. long blog post again. I'm going to leave you with one of my favourite mothering tips. Just in the hopes that someone will give me some gems. LOL
This is something I have done for all my kids when they were little
Food colouring in the bath. It works a treat. It doesn't stain anything. Just a few drops. (Although in the pic below I think we were a bit heavy handed)
So the question is not "Will you please get in the bath?"
The question is "What colour bath do you want tonight?"
Abby's answer tonight?
Aqua blue.
I tried.
laters