Junk mail

How much junk mail do we get? I don't mean the junk mail that advertises ways for us to spend our very hard earned money, but the junk that is actually addressed to us. The pointless information that is sent to us every day through the postal system.

Unless my kids are having a splurge on scribbling, I never need to find them fresh paper, they draw on the back of the scrap paper that gets delivered to our door, err not in England any more, to our mail boxes, every day.

Do you believe, all things happen for a reason?

Jon and I were both non committal on going camping this weekend. Weeks ago we were really excited about it but as the time got nearer, we were both so busy that neither of us managed to arrange anything.

We decided that on Saturday, we would get up and head to a campsite in Canberra. - None of us have been to Canberra before.

We got there and pitched the tent, why does it look smaller than I remembered?

The space saving bunk beds for the kids, yeah right, they were huge, I think my garage must have some growth hormone in there that worked on the bunk beds but not on the tent.

Never mind, all is ok, barely. Off we head to Questacon. Kids had a good time, Miss C was a little (well a lot) scared of the clowns but we got over that.

As we came out of Questacon it started to rain. - great!  

We struggled to find somewhere to eat. I wanted a nice family restaurant but all we could find were nice, posh, trendy looking places with wine glasses already on the table, nice but not where I wanted to take 3 tired children.

We found a little Chinese restaurant that would do.

Headed back to the tent and least said the better, tiny, cramped, wet and the ground was so hard. Didn't sleep all night, was very achy and extremely cranky and unless drastic improvements are made, I will not be going again.

We had planned to go to another campsite but instead at 5am packed up and came home. At least it had stopped raining by then.

What was the reason? By midday Miss C had a 39.7 temperature and was not feeling at all well. Last night she was up again, more panadol administered.

We were not supposed to be camping last night or having a very long drive home today. All things happen for a reason.

Shoulder news

My shoulder is improving heaps, I am still limited to upper body training of rotator cuff strengthening in neutral and lower body - body weight training only (due to not being able to hold any hand weights or use a barbell) - but I can live with that so long as it is a means to an end.

My triceps have retained strength for several consecutive weeks and the neural pain (ssshhh) has disappeared.

I don't doubt there is still a way to go, my right rotator cuff strength is so much weaker than my non dominant left side but I think this is the physio to get me there.

We won one.....

little Easter Egg raffle, Miss T's first Easter Hat Parade and assembly. She won a little hamper, she is so happy - and she wants to share with everyone, teachers, siblings, friends, parents, dance teachers.  I love her.

Growing up and determination

Well that's it. You know your kids are growing up when the last training wheels (stabilizers to all of us from England) come off the bikes.  My youngest learned to ride her bike last weekend. We do have legs that are black and blue from the experience but they will heal.

What I noticed most however, was her determination, she kept on going and going despite the blood and bruises. She decided that this was the day she was going to learn - and she did.

She didn't try to complete the Tour de France, she did little baby steps, she was just so happy to get 2 metres (well from the skipping rope to the skittle) without falling off or putting her feet down.

Kids can teach us so much!

So far so good

We have not yet won any of the Easter Raffles!!!

Missing you

From our front window we can see the bus stop for the school bus.

Miss T and Master C were getting on the bus and my little Miss 4 year old was singing, I will miss you Miss T, always miss you, every day and for ever. I love you Miss T, I will always love you and miss you. I miss you every day and I can't wait until you come home.

(Obviously she didn't actually say Miss T - but you get it.)

So cute - she will be with her at school next year and then it will be me all sad at the window watching my 3 babies go off to school - yeah right - or maybe, I'm not sure yet!