Do I spend my free time evenings sitting at the computer dreaming of what I could be making instead of sitting at the sewing machine sewing what I dreamed of making yesterday??!!
Today we are spending the afternoon with Nan.
She will be 80 next month. Man I love that woman. She’s always so much fun. She has a great sense of humour. Always making jokes. She has always been so accepting too. Always helpful when she can be. It’s been really difficult to see her health decline over the last 12 months or so. The girls and I will spend the afternoon hanging out at Nan’s for two reasons. Firstly, we love hanging out with her. Secondly, this will give Uncle David a break, an afternoon to get out.
I guess I should pack a few things for the kids to do while we are there.
Tilly is suggesting we-
* Bake for Nan
* Play with play dough
* Watch cartoons
* Play with the toys at Nans
* Take a backpack with toys to play with
Looks like our afternoon is going to be full of fun and games 😀
Seems it’s been quite a while since I wrote a blog post here. I figured pretty much anyone who reads this blog is also on Facebook except my Mother In Law (and she joined last week ;D) so it seemed a little pointless to have it to share pics etc. After a bit of thinking though, I have decided that I still do want to blog. Just when I feel like it. That being the case, blog posts may still be few and far between or you may be swamped, who knows. I’m not even sure if anyone will see this post. If you do, please leave me a little comment so I know you are out there 😀 If none is reading it, thats good too. I want this blog to be more for me. Not caring who will read it, or what I am posting for who but just writing what I want to write and sharing pics of what I want to share pics of. My own online journal I guess.
I’ve been teaching again this week. I have an ongoing casual position teaching grade 3 art and I really enjoy it. I was a little worried to begin with as I have a class of 24, 16 of them being boys. Yep that tells you why their regular teacher wanted someone else to teach art. Think messy, noisy, active boys. However, I love it! I am always so proud of what they produce for me. They are always surprising me with their talents and with their kindness. I love that class already. Isn’t it funny how kids have that effect on us?! They drive us crazy but make us love them all at the same time.
I guess my own kids are a bit like that too. Tilly has this way about her now. She will drive you barny with her actions and then turn around and say ‘I’m so sorry Mum, do you forgive me?’ It’s so sweet and cute and melts my heart straight away.
Maybe God built kids this way, to keep us on our toes 🙂
I wrote this post as a guest blog post for my mate Kym a couple of months ago but due to computer issues, she was never actually able to publish it…so, instead of let all my hard blogging work go to waste ;), I thought I may as well post it on my own blog 😀 –
Hi my name is Jodi and I am wife to Shannon and mother to two adorable girls (Matilda – 3 & Zoe – 1). I’m not sure that I’m much of an expert on fashion. I grew up in the country and fashion is never a priority where I’m from.
Most of the time I’m a fashion disaster! lol.
Then God blessed me with two girls. Hmm… and the fun begins…
A chance to make up for a childhood spent in jeans and a flannelette shirt (which I can still be caught in on the odd occasion ;D ).
Welcome to a world of twirly dresses and skirts (which my daughter insists on wearing most days of the week)
and a whole new world of fashion disasters while the learning process takes place.
There are a few key things that my 3 year old has learnt early on and a LOT that she is still yet to learn.
1). A girl has a right to change her mind right?
Haha, well my 3 year old has that down to a tee. We have had days when she has changed her outfit 6 times! Off she’d run to her bedroom only to emerge 5 minutes later with some other ‘twirlier’ skirt or something in ‘my favourite colour blue’. To walk into her room on one of these days is to walk into the after affects of a bomb blast. Clothes strawn everywhere & drawers hanging open. Mum is NOT impressed with the extra work that results from these days. However I guess children have to learn and we all know that they learn best from experiencing it for themselves.
2). Shoes make an outfit.
Matilda can NEVER get this part right. Gumboots with dresses, sandals with socks, open toed high heels with tights. Hmmm… a LOT still to be learnt in this area (and 3 year olds are persistent and can’t be convinced to change their mind no matter how hard we try…oh and some battles just aren’t worth fighting too ;D).
(Hmm…skirts & boots…looks like she’s a farm girl like me ;D.)
Matilda wears dress- hand made by Clair Bremner, Grey striped long sleeved top – handed down from friends, tights – handed down from friends, Boots – handed down from friends, hat – handed down from friends.
Mostly she just wants to spend most of her days like this-
Happy, footloose & fancy free… naked as a jaybird. Matilda is always the first child to remove her shoes at Playgroup and is often caught naked at home uttering the words ‘I don’t like my clothes Mummy’.
Having girls is a whirlpool of fun. I haven’t even touched on the endless supply of hair clips, pretty glittery nail polish, adventures in Mums makeup bag discovering mascara, lipstick and all things pretty.
Life sure is fun with girls around 😀
What people will say about you when you aren’t around? What people will say about you when you are no longer alive? What you will be remembered for?
I know it seems a funny thing to think about but as I was watching Carols in the Domain tonight in my peacefully quiet lounge room with both girls asleep in bed and hubby at Macca’s studying for his interview on Monday, I started to think about Christmas and all the things I love about it. It made me think about how important spending Christmas with my family is and how much I respect and love my mother.
I couldn’t think of anything not to like about her. I couldn’t think of single person who didn’t like her. I couldn’t think of a single bad word I had ever heard spoken about her. It made me want to be like her. To be respected like her, loved like her, cherished like her and admired like her.
* She is never too busy to help someone.
* Never has too little food to feed an extra person.
* Hardly ever turns away a child who wants to spend the night.
* Always has home baked goods in the house and time for a cuppa to share them with you over.
* She has a quiet endearing sense of humour that is totally loveable.
* She is forgiving, compassionate and kind.
* She has an attitude of servanthood.
* She is submissive and respectful.
* She is helpful & hard working.
* She is playful.
* She is creative.
* She is an excellent cook.
* She is a Godly woman.
* She is beautiful.
I know I have friends and that there are people that like me, but I also know that there would have been times when even my closest friends have seen things and noted things in me that aren’t admirable. When people have said unkind words about me. Wouldn’t it be nice to live a life when people can stop and think about you and not fault anything you’ve done or do. When people can see past your faults (because even though I can’t see any in my Mother… she is human so there are bound to be some… somewhere) and be so blinded by the goodness in you that they can’t see your sinfulness but can only see your Christlike goodness. I long to be like that.