Wednesday, February 10, 2016


Raf's confidence is really growing in soccer. He actually (argh!) prefers basketball but he's been loving playing indoor soccer with his friend Gideon. He scored a hat-trick last week and Rich was there to watch it, too!


Sunday Photo: February 7th

Sunday Photo: January 31st

Monday, February 1, 2016

You're NOT welcome!

Charlie is very different from his older brother in many ways, though both are kind and like lots of cuddles...but sometimes their differences show up in sharp contrast. Last week, as Charlie woke up from a nap on the couch, the pups were barking on the deck trying to get in from the cold. Unfortunately Harriet was asleep on me and I was loathe to move her. So I asked Charlie to let the doggies in... He was sleepy though had moved to get a toy so it felt reasonable to ask him. His reluctance was clear, though, but I persisted, mentioning that the doggies were cold and sad out there... VERY reluctantly he got up and shuffled to the deck door, sliding it open and then closing it. 

He stood there looking at the floor, very sad indeed.... I shouted over that he was such a kind boy. "Thank you so much, Charlie. That was incredibly kind of you.. especially since you didn't want to do it". Now Raf would undoubtedly have been buoyed by this feedback. But Charlie snapped back.. "You're welcome"... before he quickly corrected himself, amending, "you're NOT welcome", before grumpily making his way back to the couch.

He's a mischievous soul. As we drove to Yadera's house this morning he suddenly said, "I don't want to die. If anyone tries to die me I'll say, "no best friend, don't die me, you silly stinky pants'.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Sunday Photo - January 24th.

9 Months old!

Harriet Rose turned 9 months old on the 28th. I'd planned a 3/4 of a year cake but Thursdays are just very difficult as Rich works very late and it's just me and the children and swim class!! Poor Hatts likes to be in bed by 6pm, at the latest, so it's always a bit fraught as we don't get home from swimming until 6:30. Thus, no cake, which is what happens, perhaps, when you're the third child. Nonetheless, she is a happy, happy soul, interested in everything her brothers have and tries to keep up with them as best she can. She loves music, kicking her little feet when a tune comes on, playing her xylophone and drum... 

She is crawling about all over the place... I cannot keep up.


And not surprisingly she's found the dog dishes. Food EVERYWHERE.

I did take her in to have her passport photo taken on the day she turned 9 months. Poor Hatts. It didn't go well and she was trying to have a nap when we got to the photo place. I think we'll have to redo it!

Look who is pulling herself up to standing?! How did this happen so quickly...

So incredibly proud of herself. Such a sweet, lovely girl.

Friday, January 22, 2016

Six and a HALF!

On January 7th Raf turned six and a HALF! How did this happen, how did he become so big and heavy that lifting him up is becoming a real, objective challenge?! He is a sweet boy, brimming with kindness and a will to do good things. A penchant for leaving messes everywhere, for throwing cushion without thought, for leaving his coat and bag strewn anywhere, left in his wake as he demands a snack and a TV show after school, before checking himself, re-asking with a 'please' and a look of slight, yet real embarrassment. 

He loves Octonauts, isn't even slightly concerned that they're for younger guys, his favourite foods revolve around anything crunchy, his favourite colour is green, he wants to wear only 'cool clothes', and loves his siblings with such joy. I'm sure he misses being our only one sometimes as he gets lost in the younger kid shuffle, but he lets me know that he is sure I love him the most and that he wants more brothers and sisters, that he'd like to marry both Charlie and Hattie...  He wants to make two machines: one that stops people from dying, and another which gets rid of snow. He is very interested in reincarnation and Buddhism, and yesterday, when Charlie threw his sock as I tried to pull them on Raf's clammy feet after swimming, he whispered to me, 'I don't think Charlie is going to be reincarnated'