I’m almost two weeks into Uni break and am feeling a tad lost! I have a love-hate relationship with study. As much as I’m enjoying the time to be creative and indulgent, I’m also looking forward to hitting the books for one final semester so I can graduate!
With all the free time I now have, I have surprised myself by reading copious amounts of recipes, and finding great enjoyment in preparing food for my family that is extra special. Asher has decided poached pears are his favourite, but Isaac is stuck on sticky date pudding.
I found a cafe that oozes my style and taste in music this week, so now have a great study book to escape to in winter by the log fire. It is at this cafe I was able to teach my children about Encyclopaedias today! They were fascinated and enthralled by these big, old, alphabetical books.
I took the boys to our beach at sunset today and we had some great time together talking about what we see in nature and captured birds in flight in a special photo. Precious moments.
It’s school holidays so we took a few nights to go away with the boys grandparents. We walked, played, read, relaxed and went penguin watching after sunset. Magical! I managed to get some study done, and crossed essay 5 of 8 off!
Matt and I attended a marriage enrichment weekend last week. Beautiful!!! It was held at a gorgeous vineyard, filled with wonderful conversation and food- but most of all, uninterrupted time to laugh and be with my husband.
We have painted Asher’s feature wall using paint from the Tip Shop. Bargain.
I bought Matt a new lawn mower. His first new one ever! He won’t miss repairing the old one every time he had to use it.
It was Book Week at school for the lads. Isaac was Cole from Ninjago and Asher, the bear from “We’re going on a bear hunt.” Easy this year.
The sun broke through so Ash and I took to the beach!
We had birthday curry with our dear friend, Betsy. She is a true and delightful friend who is easy to celebrate.
The blossoms are budding on our fruit trees. Spring is on its way. Yay.
We said farewell to friends who have moved north. Ash and I went to do a few clean up jobs in their empty home. That was a bit sad. Reminding me of those dear friends who have, over the years said farewell and moved far away. One of these friends is on her way home next week though, so that’s exciting.
A great week. Now I’m ready for the next!! Hoping yours was blessed.
School holidays awaken feelings of dread for so many parents. Call me strange, but I dread the holidays coming to an end! We are fast approaching the end of three weeks of school holidays. I know I’m incredibly blessed to have Matt home for these holidays- people remind me of this all the time. Smart decision to marry a teacher;)
Apart from the odd sibling brutality, we have really enjoyed one another’s company. We are all bookworms, so if one of us has our head in a book, it’s a good indication that we want some time out. We have 57 library books out at the moment, so there’s been quite a bit of “head in book” action.
Here’s a photo story of some of our holiday fun. We had a very simple, relaxed time. Lots of quality time together drawing, reading, creating and relishing the beautiful winter sunshine! The simple things win.
We went away for a night in the “Big Rollin’ Eski” last night – that’s the name we have given our old school camper trailer. A 1975 Chesney pop top:
We stayed in a lovely town called Snug only 45 minutes from home, right by the beach. It was a beautiful beach despite the weather being bitterly cold. Of course the lads were not deterred by the weather. We went to the beach four times and only once made it back to the van without the rain pouring on us. We had purchased an umbrella on the way, but this broke within a few hours.
Fast forward to bed time… Has there ever been a child that has fallen asleep with ease whilst on holiday? How many parents have uttered these words – “That’s it! We are never taking you kids on holiday ever again!!! GET TO SLEEP!!! STOP KICKING EACH OTHER!! LEAVE YOUR BROTHER ALONE!!!!”
Once they were asleep and the heat of my frustration had left me, I knew the Big Rollin’ Eski was living up to its name – I was trying to sleep in an ice box!! I was NOT ‘snug as a bug’ in Snug. When I finally drifted off I woke up to Matt calling me to get Asher who had fallen out of his bed onto the floor (Matt was trapped behind me in our confined sleeping space). This was at a drop of over one metre for Ash, resulting in screams of “Mummy!! Mummy!” I missed all of that. I jumped out of bed, still in my sleeping bag feeling around in the dark to pick him up and then slipped in my bag on my butt whilst holding him. Poor child, rescued by his mother, only to be dropped again. I handed him up to Matt. By this stage I realised I needed to pee badly. I was still mostly asleep, so there was no way I was going out in the wet, freezing weather. I found a bowl and made good use of it. Matt was disturbed and Ash was still crying, so I started searching for him in the dark, stroking his head saying “It’s ok Ash.” Matt responded by saying, That’s my head”, pushing my hand away. I think I finally started stroking Asher after the fourth attempt, only because Matt actually placed my hand on the correct head. Ash stayed in my bed, and I had to get the child back into his sleeping bag every hour or so for the rest of the night. Anyone else hate that sleeping bag material noise?! Grr. It was seriously freezing and seriously tired. In the morning when we were packing up we found a leak and a hole – on my side of the camper. Meanwhile, Matt had Isaac on the other side saying he was hot. I wish.
Gotta love small spaces with small children, combined with icy weather. This is my theory – holidays with kids are like giving birth. While you are in the moment you vow you will never do it again. Then in the morning, all you can remember is how much fun it’s been so far, and start planning the next one.