Three Ring Circus

I told the big kids to put those candy canes up high this year. I did.

I told them that any that were put at toddler height would be swiftly devoured by small, ravenous beasts. I did.

What I didn’t tell them was that Naughties children are smart…way smart and that if they cannot reach the object of their desire they will find other ways.

Like… lie underneath the Christmas tree and shake the trunk until the candy canes rain down in a mass of fake pine needles and peppermint filled deliciousness and eat the lot while their mother is making dinner, leaving only traces of the sticky red goo on hands and little faces.

No, I didn’t tell them that.

After an agressive altercation with a boy and a bus door on Sunday our vacuum cleaner has been on the blink.

David has been fixing it as best he can. (He can feel my panic in not being able to clean for the twins’ party).

Every morning Noah has come in and pointed to the poor plastic heap in the corner of our room.

"Carleener" he states, "Broken".

To which I reply in the affirmative; yes, it is broken.

The boy who is deathly afraid of said ‘Carleener’ (cleaner) would then proceed to give the machine a kiss on the top of it’s body and proclaim it "all better".

For three days this has gone on.

This morning, we limped the vacuum out to de - crunch the floor. As it whirred into action Noah sprang into my arms, shaking and crying. He cuddled in close and, totally believing in the power of the kiss, whispered to me, his eyes as big as saucers,

"I fix it".

In preparation for their birthday party, Ivy discovered party bag bling for the girls and took a liking to it. ALL of it

View more Wordless Wednesday here.

What’s a girl to do?

When you are a shoe hound, like Ivy is and you are going on an excursion out into the front yard and you have just too many shoes to choose from.

You wear one sandal (to show off your toes) and one gumboot (to splash through all the puddles)!

Of course.

See more Wordless Wednesday here

Ivy is a bit better today and so, I am too.

Noah hasn’t deleted any email, tried to post his disgust at the lack of attention he felt he was not getting on my blog or in anyone elses comments section, therefore, I have come to the conclusion that he is feeling better about the events of today as well.

We read books. ("No - No, read it Clarey? Yes? Yes?"). Translation: Please read me Hairy Maclary 500 times or until I get bored with it.

We snuggled while Ivy slept from 9 until 12:30.

We watched some Wiggles ("I like it, Mar - mee, the big red car!"). Translation; I do enjoy watching those men driving the big red car.

We danced to the Fisher Price Piggy Bank music.

 

"O - oh, I’m a piggy bank with some coins big and small,

with lots of colours you can learn them all.

We’ve got red and orange, we’ve got yellow and blue!

What’s your favourite colour? We’ve got green one’s too"…

 

I know, I know, I seriously need some adult conversation!

Ivy only grizzled and wanted to be a velcro baby for half the day today (the other half she slept) so I’d have to say a little bit better for the Ivy girl means a whole lot better for everyone else.

Here’s to more ‘a whole lot better’ days.

This morning I was disorganised.

Slow to get moving and generally dragging the chain. I wanted to stay in bed. I wanted to lie in and read. I wanted to pretend that I didn’t have to get up and get the kids moving for school, the babies dressed and fed…it was a stay in your PJs kind of day. It was raining, grey and the morning air was cool.

Of course at about 4:30 this morning my reality set in with the entrance of Ivy and Noah. Ha ha ha hahahahahahahahahaha (insert half crazed laugh here).

My little rays of sunshine!

Thank goodness daylight savings starts this weekend. I don’t know what I’m whinging about really. Getting up at 4:30 when you only went to bed at midnight is just so refreshing!

The key point in this story so far is that it was raining…alot.

What do you think I spent a large part of my day doing?

Can you guess?

Does the title give it away?

Sometime after breakfast Immy came screaming out of our bedroom.

"Mu - um! Noah has just found his birthday gumboots and he won’t put them back"!!!!! (Darn, I knew it was way too quiet)!

So what would you do? Would you insist on the (not very well hidden) wellies going back in their hiding place because it was still a full month until their birthday or would you just give them to the little guy, with eyes shining bright, because he had aquired his very first pair of gumboots?

Me too.

And if you gave those boots to the almost two year old boy would you then deny the almost two year old little girl because she hadn’t been snooping?

Me either.

So, here I was on a rainy day with twin toddlers and their brand spanking new (almost) birthday gumboots.

Gee, what will I do?

Of course, after a nap and some lunch we went outside and splashed in the rain puddles. What else would you do?

It’s not like I really had a choice.

I think if I hadn’t have released them into the yard, our house would be lacking a door right now because, you know, a glass door can only take so much rattling, head banging and smacking. You can only bellow at a door so often before it breaks, so you see, the choice was really taken out of my hands.

So we went outside, in the rain.

Ivy, Noah, my mum (who had arrived during nap time) and I. They had a ball. They got wet. They splashed around.

Did I mention they got wet?

It was fun and I took photos.

Want to see?

I’ve hidden the rest of their parcels, again, so they will have something left come the end of November.