Prayers

Our boys are currently prayer mad! Sounds ultra religous but Carter in particuler will often run up to us out of nowhere with his arms folded and declare "prayer" and start mumbling quietly and then shout out "AMEN!".
Tony often wants to follow with his own prayer-however we can actually understand his. He had a really cute prayer the other night-he blessed the "bad men" that they will be good and that they wont do naughty things, that they wont kill people and that they will choose the right. He also blessed Laman and Lemuel that they would also be good and choose the right.
He has such a good heart!

Birthday Girl

Last friday (the 4th) was my birthday! It absolutely poured with rain the night before and continued to rain the entire day-not just regular rain but it was POURING. It only seemed right to stay in my pyjamas til well into the afternoon on such a day (but I tend to do this on a regular day also so I didnt really need the excuse :o) Anthony and the boys and I went out in the afternoon together and it was so nice spending time with my little family and being spoilt.

The next day we had a Bush/Bennallack lunch up at Spurs. Tim and Kesh came along too which was nice of them. Being such a big group it took about 45 mins for our food to arrive so needless to say we were starving and pretty much anything would have tasted good but the food was pretty good anyway.

After lunch we all came back to our house for dessert and cake and just to relax (which seems necessary after such a big meal).

Thanks to everyone for coming up and for spoiling me so much!

Only thing missing was the NZ Bennallacks but we all understand and will see you soon anyway!

Racist.......or not so much!

This morning we were all having breakfast and Carter tipped his juice out of his cup (as usual) and managed to spill it all over his pants as well. We asked Tony to take Carter up to the laundry to put his pants in the washing basket. After a couple of minutes they were still not back and we heard little voices shouting. In Tonys sweet little voice we could hear shouts of
"White Power! White Power!" and Carter doing his best to copy.
Anthony and I exchanged horrified looks and couldnt believe this could be coming from our 4 year old! We called him down to the kitchen straightaway and asked him where he had heard this phrase from. He told us he made it up himself when he was in the laundry. He told us he would show us and not knowing what this meant we followed him.
THANKFULLY he pointed out all the washing powder that had spilt onto the washing machine and said to us.....
"See - white powder!"
I am relieved to say the least.

Leech!!!

So I was at home cooking today in the kitchen (obviously) and I had jeans on and the outside of my ankile was itching but I thought it was just the edge of my jean cuff rubbing agaist it. My hands were busy stirring sauce and so I used my other foot to scratch it and it was all better.

Well....whilst washing the dishes I looked down and on the floor I saw a little slug but when I looked closer it was moving funny and I suspected it was a LEECH!!! I googles leeches and low and behold it was a leech.

After about 5 mins I was trying to figure out where it had come from as I had just swept the floor recently and then I put two and two together and realised maybe it was on me and fell off and then I thought of my itchy ankle and when I pulled up the leg of my jeans I saw what had been causing my itchy ankle.

I was so grossed out and with Carter asleep, Anthony at Uni and Tony at preschool there was noone to see me freak out.

First Name Basis

Well not a huge week but it started off well with Family Dinner last sunday. It was really nice having everyone over and one of the benefits of having a big family is the variety of foods there is when we all get together. Its funny looking around and realising how much everyone has grown up but we still have all the same characteristics and mannerisms as when we were 10-15 years younger. Its really true that some things never change.
On another note, Carter has taken to calling me Jo. When he wakes up in the morning he either calls for "My Dada" or "Jo". As much as Anthony and I try and correct him he seems stuck on it. We have sat him down and asked him "Where's Mummy?" and he points to me everytime and then Anthony will point to me and ask "Who's this?" and Carter will look at me and say "Jo!".
I never thought I would be on first name basis with my 2 year old!

Things I learn from my boys!

On the way to his rugby game on saturday morning, Tony and I had an interesting conversation. It went like this:
Tony: Mummy, who do you think is going to win today-Woy Woy Roosters or the other team?
Me (very enthusiasticlly): I think the Woy Woy Roosters will win Tony!
Tony (disapprovingly): Well Mummy, you know its not about winning, its about having fun.
Me: Hmmm, yeah thats true Tony but why did you ask me then?

Sometimes I wonder what is going on in the little head of his. Carter on the other hand is transparent as can be. On the way home from church yesterday in the car he was trying out his knock knock jokes.
Carter: Mum. Mum. Mum. Mum
Me: Yes Carter
Carter: Knock Knock
Me: Who's There?
Carter: *pause* ..............Mum. Mum. Mum. Mum.
Me: Yes again Carter
Carter: Knock Knock

And then just repeat this pattern for about 5 kilometres.

Ah the good ol' days

The other night the Johnny Depp version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was on and so we taped it for Tony. He watched it the next day and was quite intrigued by it. He saw how in this version Charlie's dad loses his job from the toothpaste factory and when has asked what happened I told him;
"They made a machine that can do his job so now they dont need him anymore so Charlie and his family dont have any money anymore".
Now I know that seems like a pretty heavy explanation but what can I say, Tony is a stickler for details and I was just answering it all in one go or I would have got whole lot of questions anyway.
This seemed to strike something in him and he looked very concerned. After some thought he said to me;
"Maybe we can give them some of our money."
Even though it was funny it made me realise what a thoughtful little boy he is.
Now I grew up with the original "Willy Wonka" and no offence to Johnny Depp but the original is so much better in my opinion. I know that those edible giant mushrooms are clearly painted styrofoam and those big ball things are just painted big balloons but apart from the old school effects not being up to par with the modern day ones, i think the original captures it all better for me.
SO.....out I went yesterday to buy the original to show Tony! We watched it twice yesterday afternoon and he was so excited and after his first viewing I HAD to ask him...
"So Tony, which one do you like better, the one we taped, or this on eI bought on DVD?"
And like music to my ears he chose the original version!!! There is something so nice about your children enjoying the same things you enjoyed as a kid.