It’s all school holiday, fly-by-seat-of-pants, sibling fractiousness around here. So much so, that when we went to the beach on the weekend I saw this shell and contemplated for three entire minutes how (relatively) quiet is the life of a shell.
Then I snapped a pic or two of Esme the Dog and Her Flying Ears
And braved crispy, autumnal ‘wave’ jumping.
(not my legs).
The kids and I have been planting seeds. We used Susie’s clever newspaper pot notion.
We planted seven different vegie seed types but these became horribly mixed up. I have a theory this represents a moment of cleverly kid co-ordinated, sleight-of-hand planning – aimed at avoiding future ingestion of parsnip.
I tracked down some icy pole stick things for seed identification. The three year old was exuberant with this part of seed identification.
In fact, all the kids were enthusiastic about the distribution of icy pole sticks but no one wanted to write anything identifying on them. (Refer previous theory involving parsnip).
The Middle did, most definitely, wish to plant peas. This was hard to refuse. It’s not quite the season for dwarf peas but given the kid has had to wait since July 19th last year, we planted a few. These pea seeds were inside the palaeontological party bags his guests took home last birthday.
Post party, his mother was too exhausted to do anything but stare blankly at the wall for a good hour or two and channel the quiet existence of a shell.
I noted the planting of at least three pea seeds directly on top of parsnip seeds.
At times the kids have been amazing. There were, for example, a good, few, non-conflict hours building a Camouflaged Fairy House, complete with Welcome sign.
Camouflaged Fairy Houses are incredibly difficult to photograph, due to their camouflaged-ness. This is the relatively un-camouflaged living room:
Yesterday we put together our Easter tree. This year it is made up entirely of strung felty woollen balls and the Thriller chicks. This is because I have stored our Easter decoration collection in a Very Safe Place. (???)
The Middle asked why I perched the nest on the letter ‘N’. I asked him what he thought the ‘N’ might stand for. Nearly Easter? he correctly guessed.
A clever school Mum recently gave me a top tip. She has a post-it note stuck to her fridge with a scrawled Put Music On reminder and now I have a tatty, back-of-envelope version.
Every time there is the hint of a kid squabble, or the remotest sign of unrest, on goes the classical or the bust-a-move or the whatever music.
I’m right with her on the theory that music seems to diffuse potentially explosive situations. We’re currently singing through a Eurythmics revival but I have also discovered the PERFECT SONG for fending off fractious-kid situations. J’adore Camille. With the volume up LOUD. Because it’s all acapella and weirdly fabulous blurting/popping/everything sounds, you can blow raspberries at your kids while innocently singing along.