His nose pressed up against the window, William needed a closer look.
Sunday, 26 April 2009
An Autumn Morning
The Wacky Warehouse
Here is a short video of Oliver playing with the ball machine which shoots soft balls out on a press of a button on the handles. Oliver loves playing with this and heads for it every time we visit.
Nikolas' mum had put great deal of effort into the party. She had made some beautiful treat bags topped by helium bags for each child to take home. Of course the boys couldn't wait to get into their lollies as you can see here!
Sunday, 8 March 2009
Adelaide Fringe Festival
Back at home we all got stuck into making a collage about dinosaurs. I had found a bag of foam dinosaurs, some black card and pieces of gold paper which we stuck on with the glue pens. There was still plenty of scope for squeezing the life out of the pen until there were big globs of glue across the page but it was way less messy than the glue pots of clag that we have used before. We filled in the black background with chalk drawings of dinosaur habitat.
A Picture Paints A Thousand Words
The next thing that happened was that Oliver woke at 3am last Sunday and was struggling to breathe. I rushed him to the Women's and Children's Hospital where he was diagnosed as having an asthma attack. We were there for nine hours while Oliver was treated with oxygen and ventolin. He was not at all happy about the oximeter taped to his toe or the oxygen mask over his nose so for a very long and somewhat delirious nine hours I struggled to keep both in place while he did his best to remove them! He responded well to the ventolin and continued to have it for the rest of the week at home. A nurse stopped in each day to check him over.
If that wasn't enough the chooks went on a marauding rampage through my vegetable patch this week and made a very neat meal of all of the emerging seedlings!
We have all had a nasty respiratory virus for the best part of two weeks and one of the main symptoms is a relentless dry cough which is worst at night. Inger had a shocking time of it last night and coughed until 4am. In desperation I suggested that he take some ventolin as well and it seems to have had some effect.
This morning so as to give Inger a sleep in I took the boys out. We had our usual Sunday morning at Mama Carmella's and then visited some local playgrounds for lots of running and climbing. A couple of times recently we have come across boys playing cricket. I have no love of cricket, finding it extremely boring, but on both of these occasions the boys loaned us a spare bat and ball and we have made a passable effort at playing. William hit his first ball which we all thought was terrific.
Here is William sitting holding his 'paperwork'. He likes to place a pen over one ear and carry around a wad of papers which he refers to from time to time.
Sunday, 15 February 2009
What a Week!
There were the usual disputes over who owned what but they managed to sort it out themselves.
Sunday, 8 February 2009
The End of the Heatwave
Now here is Oliver this week with that very same teddy! Quite a difference in size!
As I mentioned, we have had a week of playing doctor. Here we can see Oliver playing the part of the patient. He looks suitably worried. We went through a lot of Wiggles bandaids that day.
Oliver is now the doctor and has come to William's aid. They had both been camping under the table and had skinned their knees.
Most things can be fixed with a cuddle!
Or if not with a cuddle then certainly with a nice hot cup of tea for both doctor and patient.
It looks like the patient has recovered! You will notice though, that he has a bruise in the middle of his forehead. He hit his head on a didgeridoo. I kid you not! William was given a cut-off but still very heavy didgeridoo by a stallowner at the Eumundi markets in Queensland. He used to be frightened of didgeridoos after I demonstrated how they worked one day at the Australian Geopgraphic shop in town. While we were on holidays he mustered up the courage to investigate didgeridoos more closely and for his troubles he was given one. The other day he had his didgeridoo out and accidentally hit his head on it with some force. He ended up with a lump and a big bruise.
This morning we walked down to Mama Carmella's for our usual Sunday breakfast. The boys always like to play in the ambulance station grounds in this big old tree.
Here he is demolishing his pancakes.
Saturday, 7 February 2009
Scandinavian Hand Felting
Sunday, 1 February 2009
Our hardy chooks
This is the chick named 'Tickled Pink' by Oliver, after his favourite cupcake. She has quite wavy feathers and 'bed hair'.
This one is named 'Dot' by Uncle Rowan. She is a funny little absent-minded sort of girl who scurries around everywhere.
Here we have our oldest girl, Mrs Diamond, who is the neighbourhood stickybeak and also at the top of the pecking order. The little ones are scared of her schoolmarm presence.
Lastly, here is Stella, a fine figure of a bird, who is somewhat standoffish.
They have all survived another day of terrible heat. I had water containers dotted around the yard today. The chooks all look so hot but they tend to burrow down into the cooler soil under the fruit trees and seem fairly content. Tomorrow the temperature drops to 39C so it will seem almost cool in comparison. Last night at midnight everyone in SA received a text message from the state government warning us to stay inside and drink plenty of water.
Saturday, 31 January 2009
Boys will be Boys!
Friday, 30 January 2009
Heatwave
Tuesday, 27 January 2009
Ladybugs and Bees
Sunday, 25 January 2009
Just Tickled Pink
This shot shows just some of the pretty cups which adorn the cafe.
A selection of the mouth-watering home-made cupcakes.
Today we invited our dear friends Margaret and Peter and their two girls Kate and Alice over for a barbecue. The boys adore Kate and Alice and had a ball playing with them for the entire afternoon. It meant that the rest of us could have a fairly relaxed afternoon sipping champagne and chatting around the table out under our shady tree. It was just such a wonderful day. The boys fell asleep at 6.30pm while I was preparing their shower. We just slipped them into bed, grubby little feet and all so they could dream about their lovely day. They are very social little boys.