The Show!

The Redcliffe Show is truly one of the highlights of our year. The kids save up their pocket money (and so do the parents!) and eagerly await an evening of fun, excitement and wonder. And junk food!

Matt might be a crazy dodgem driver, but he's got nothin' on Neave.

The baby animal farm provides some nice relaxing time out before we hit the giant slides.

Yippee! Fairy floss time!

I just love this photo of Kees and Jimmy having a ball and Gaia...not having a ball. Poor Gaia ;0(

And what better way could you end a night than with fireworks?

Goodbye Show. Until next year!

Wee hoo!

I know for some parents, an indoor playcentre is a noisy, crazy nightmare. But man, the kids LOVE IT SO MUCH. It's like a dream come true for them. And on rainy days, I am very grateful to let my bold adventurers loose in the ball pit, jumping castle and slides while I do a bit of sewing or check my emails. And who doesn't love hot chips? (By the by, I did - believe it or not - meet a lady the other day who screwed up her nose when I mentioned the possibility of fish and chips for lunch. She actually said the word - brace yourself - "disgusting". I was dismayed.)

 

Knackered. Home for a nap. Yesss!

Rocket Launch...

This is currently the boys' favourite game at Grandma and Grandpa's house. I think the pictures illustrate how the game is played; essentially, Grandpa launches them into the air and they fall onto the bed. It is lots of fun for spectators and participants alike.

Dad always manages to think up the funniest and most fun games and we are all in stitches. Usually we end up with tears of laughter! Some examples are:

1. The kids put their ankles in the dog leads and then we pull them and trip the kids over.

2. We set up a long plank to make a ramp going down a hill. Someone has to sit on the skateboard and ride down the ramp while the rest of us throw the big fitball at them and try to knock them off.

3.The kids sit on the swing and Dad bends over in front with his backside facing them. The kids swing and then kick Dad in the bum and he falls over.

I love to hear Dad's stories of the hilarious games he used to play with his siblings when he was a child. It actually reassures me: if Dad played crazy, dangerous games when he was young, and he turned out very sensible, then there's still hope for my boys....

Thanks Dad, for playing all these great games, even when you have a sore back. Kees and Jimmy will treasure these memories with you! xoxo

We Just Love Danger

I was in the kitchen at Mum and Dad's the other day, when a friendly face popped up at the window.

"How did you get up there?" I peered out the window.

"Grandpa's ladder!"

I walked out to the deck for a better look. Hmmm. High.

I thought if I got Jimmy the lilly-pillies he was after, he might stay on the ground.

He had other ideas, I'm afraid.

"Here, Jim, you can have some of these lilly-pillies."

"Just let me up the ladder! Get down! I want to come up!"

Too far gone now...

Made it. "Bye bye!"

Couch Cuties