Photo essay - what we've been up to in reverse order.

Monday lunch time:











Saturday afternoon:




Friday morning:



D'Arcy's party at laser tag:







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Sick Sick Sick

Again. Third since August for E. The beloved has gone to the US for two weeks and this weekend is crazy busy, but we're half way through now. Today was D'Arcy's school fete, his second basketball game, and a visit from some long lost cousins of my step-father's simultaneously. We were also supposed to provide someone to do scoring for basketball, but I managed to get out of that. As it was, with E sick, D's step-mum picked him up and took him to the fete. I went for about half an hour, mainly to rendevous with mum, who picked D up to take him to basketball on the other side of town before she went to lunch with the cousins. My dad then picked D up from basketball, and took him back to his house for lunch and a game of chess. They came back here, and I went out and picked up D's birthday cake, leaving E with Dad and D, which worked out OK, as he'd had a 2 hour sleep and wasn't too hot. Blah. Tomorrow is D's birthday party at the local laser-tag place. Also complicated by the fact that his dad has gone to Qatar for a week, but mum is freed up a bit to help with the party. I just want this weekend, and in fact, this fortnight to be over!

the writing on the shelf
Originally uploaded by Crit Chicken

At some point in the recent past, Erik has got his hands on one of D'Arcy's pencils that get left lying around occasionally...

D had a good time on school camp, but immediately went straight back into his "I'm scared, I can't sleep" on coming home, which was a bit disappointing.

Erik picked up a book and thrust it at me today. He said something that sounded a lot like "read it!" and his language in general is coming along, but without being readily identifiable. He now does a very cute thing - if he wants something he starts out by demanding "dedditch!", but if I look at him and say "what do you need to say?" he does a really cheesy grin, rubs his hand across his haid and says "bweeee?". For those of you who are not in the immediate family, a translation is probably required. After some time, I realised that "dedditch" means "get it!" which is certainly direct, and lacking in ambiguity. I thought it was about time to start work on some manners, so I reminded him of the sign for "please" (touching the chin) and the sign for "mummy" (touch your temple with 3 fingers). What he's doing is the closest he can get to "mummy" with sign, but saying the closest he can get to "please"...