It's so lovely to have a day. Just a day today. Nothing medical, just pure sweet old fashioned life.
After you tucked yourself into the crook of my arm this morning it was easy to convince you to come for a little walk with me up the road Brave. And how much lovelier was it with you by my side than if I had just trudged up there on my own. It was a little (well, no, a lot) slower because right now you only have eyes for your rock collection. So as we meandered up to where the road meets the train line, you had your eyes peeled for rocks on the side of the road. You don't actually like the rocks for the way they look or feel. You tell me that it's about nature. That's all. A nature collection.
And this week you have been so entertaining as you repeat the knowledge of all your Ms A has been teaching you so very well:
1. that an adult should start brushing your teeth for you until you are ten when you can do it on your own.
2. it is important to floss your teeth
3. if you feel unwell (as Daddy and I have been pushing through our colds) it is important to 'eat hygiene'.
Number 1 and 2 I am absolutely down with. Luckily for me we have been doing number 1 already. Not so lucky for me is that I hate doing number 2. Hate it. Actually laughed out loud at the dentist a few years back when they quizzed me as to if I was flossing Soul's teeth (he was under a year old!)
oops.
Right. Well done Brave - you have put me back on the right path with oral hygiene. You have your very own flossing device. Mission accomplished!
But number 3 is what totally cracked me up. Some de-coding later, and yes, I think it is a fantastic idea to 'eat hygiene' or shall we say 'behave hygienically by washing our hands and eating healthy food'. Right. Now we are all on the same page.
And it made me go back to my little red book, the one where I've been counting out all the funnies that the littles have said over the years - the book with the name, the date, the age and the quote diligently written out so as I wouldn't forget as the years pour out and my mind forgets the simple statements that had us laughing out loud together. oh my. this book keeps me laughing still.
I do have to add one more to the book from the other day.
It's becoming a rarer phenomenon the older my littles grow because gee whiz these boys grasp of the english language is strong, and they are just spot on mostly.
But when we arrived at Mt Lofty Gardens for a photo shoot with the amazing Kelsey Grace, True jumps out first and I find him with furrowed brow studying the sign in the parking lot.
But what does it mean? He asks.
Why does it say not to leave your vegetables in the car?
oh my darling boy. Stop the world so I can have the belly laugh that wants to bubble up if only it could without crushing the sweet question that hangs between us, because he really wants to know.
Umm.
Well, that word is actually 'valuables' not vegetables.
My True has just jumped up about ten levels in his readers this week after Ms K had a chance to listen to him read. I'm so proud of his recent passion to devour chapter books - it makes my heart sing when I think of all the imaginary worlds he is going to enjoy by way of this great gift of reading. I feel myself relax when I remember the hours happily lost as I swung in a hammock or lay on my bed during my childhood days - the days that stretched into eternity at the time, the days that had no real beginning and no distinct end, the days where my little sisters begged me to play their 'baby-ish' games and I refused, this time later being dubbed 'Cathy's reading stage'.
Oh my goodness, the power and the joy of reading a book. One of my favourite things ever. Ever.
And so seeing my True devour Andy Griffiths 59 Story Tree-House or Enid Blyton's Secret Seven makes me tingle a little.
But secretly I'm happy that words can still get a little tangled, because I want to live in a world where a parking lot sign might think to warn me not to leave my vegetables in the car.
Leave the fruit for sures, just not the vegetables...
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