Monday, September 14, 2009

The Weekend That Was

It was one of those weekends that requires a running order. We all had a great time but it was low on the relax and high on the fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants. I’m already counting sleeps to the next one because then it will be school holidays and that means two weeks of elective all-day pyjamas. Which may or may not be the dress code for essential supermarket shopping. Depends what we elect.

Some weekend snippets, all random-like:

A sort-of-weirdy-with-button-bits-on-the-end, thrown together bag-let which occurred in the fifteen minutes between Party Pick Up Two and Party Drop Off Three. Birthday money just isn’t birthday enough without a proper presentation ceremony.



Kid Number Two spent the better half of Saturday morning wearing a box. Getting ready for swimming took ages because he couldn't get his pyjamas off over his head.



Great angst at 6.30am on a Sunday morning as Fumble Fingers prepares Gymnast Kid for competition and tries for her first-ever attempt at the parallel hair braid. Belatedly realises that nervous anklebiter doesn’t require transfer of hair stress. Second attempt at parallel hair braid is converted mid-air to a pony tail within spitting distance of the middle. Fumble Fingers then attempts photographic evidence of gymnastic hair feat but is thwarted by a silver pole.



Fortunately it seems it’s not entirely about the hair.



It’s possible that four hours of knitting could be construed as a restful bit of a weekend, but it doesn’t count when you’re edge-of-seat, peering-through-fingers at the Gym kid hoping that the feet make like glue to the beam and there’s nothing braid-like about those parallel bars. Still, I finished (um, another) of these.



Rushing between the house and the car, I captured photographic evidence that it really is spring.



Even though Saturday’s sky was just straight out summer.



Finally, a test run on behalf of Birthday Kid Number Two. Apparently for the skirt to get the tick of gift approval, you had to be able to ‘do stuff’. As it turns out, I’m cleverer at reading kid minds than hair styling – I added extra width to another Lazy Days Skirt pattern. It was surmised that it would be possible to do a cartwheel in the air. As in a trampolining cartwheel. There wasn’t enough time to calculate flight trajectories, so that one remains an unproven theory.



For next weekend.

22 comments:

One Flew Over said...

Sounds like a wonderful weekend was had by all. I just love those laxy day skirts...am in the process of knocking up a few for the madam x

Grace said...

Love the box kid!

The hair looks great on the gymnast.

Looks like a nice nice wkend.

Mel said...

I'm exhausted ... from all the activities and all the laughing I just did! I swear reading your blog is way better than any pelvic exercise/s. Your URL should be given to new mothers as they leave hospital ... :)

Well done to the gymnast! And the gymnastic skills of Fumble Fingers!

Umatji said...

I don't know how you do it? I am exhausted just reading - do you have a good dealer????

Nanette said...

Good lord, woman! If I done half of that I would have had to retire to a darkened room with a flannel over my ankles.

I am also partial to M. Box.
x

sophie said...

yep those lazy days skirts are such a good go to, for anything really! your weekend sounds exhausting but fun. hooray for the gymnast!

Becky said...

I am off to have a nap after reading your post, all very tiring, yet fun stuff in your house by the sound of it :)

Gina said...

All very pretty, if busy. Well done GymGirl, you little beauty!

Glad I didn't document my weekend in photos, it would've been used as evidence against me I'm sure.

Madeline said...

What a weekend! If the Box head lived under my roof, I'd be laughing to hard to get anything accomplished. Yay for the little gymnast!!

tea with lucy said...

Yay for all day PJs.

I've taken to wearing a tracky to bed at night. That way if someone comes to the door at 11am it's no big deal!

Anne-Lise at Rag, Tag, Bobtail said...

Just catching my breath!...

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Congratulations to the medal winner !! And congratulations to the unrecognised Dalek in your midst , he's going to be an outstanding Secret Agent . I expect Monday came as a bit of a relief ?

beck said...

Phew! Ever thought of hiding somewhere on Saturday morning and quietly creeping out on Sunday night in time for din dins? You could take some wool...

Kingskin said...

i love how you make bags in your moments of snatched time, something like that would take a lot of prep for me!

GUGAW said...

oop sorry, that was me commenting on the last post. the other blog is my failed attempt at getting my boyfriends band to blog!

said...

such fun and great photos:)

Sarah Slaven said...

What a crazy weekend, glad you made it through alive

Sandrine said...

I love all your evidences!!!Congratulations to your little beautiful gymnast!
Even the weekend are amazingly busy at your place... I bet the pyjamas day things are going to be most welcome, Maybe they won't notice at the supermarket;)))!!

Karin said...

Congratulations to your little gymnast. What a wonderful job!
And the hair looks cute :)

elly bee said...

when we were 'young' we always thought weekends were there for relaxation. somewhere on the path to motherhood we lost the quiet weekends. but some weekends opt for the most busy one of the year: you just bumped into one of them.
take a deep breath and enjoy the blossoms!
(and weird to see spring while I'm posting on falling leaves and autumn in the garden...)
x

Cathy (tinniegirl) said...

My goodness, I was worn out by the end of my reading. What a weekend.

Cindy said...

I always find that my weekends go better if I have a box on my head. One with a permanent smile is even better