My Little Leader

Today at Princess and Foo's school the Student Leaders Induction school assembly was held. You've no doubt worked out that one of mine must be a new leader. Well, you're right! The Princess is the vice captain for her sporting house. She was so excited and looking forward to today. It was a lovely ceremony and it didn't go on and on, which can happen at such occasions.

There were the local council members, the Principal and school captains from the local high school as well as plenty of family and friends of all the new leaders. Following assembly there was a morning tea where we could chat with all of them and share in their excitement. I introduced Princess to the high school principal and asked him to keep an eye on her next year. She was not amused!

Have a look at the boy vice captain in the photo (I couldn't' get a good one so am hoping someone else did). He's towers over my little Princess. She is a tiny wee thing but it doesn't stop her!

It's been a busy few days with Foo getting player of the week for his tennis fixtures yesterday as well as man of the match for his inter school touch football today. He even scored a try! Poor Princess dropped the ball just as she was about to score. Ah well, that's football!

Gotta love cats!

In the wee small hours this morning, as I was enjoying my slumber, I heard a faint "meow meow". I must have been in a light sleep to hear it. Oh great, Daisy must have got out before we closed up the house last night. Righto, up I get and open the door from our bedroom that leads out to the front veranda. Daisy, where are you? Puss, Puss, Puss..... again I hear the faint meows. Hmmmm, where is she? Oh, there she is - up on the roof! She's looking down at me and is now purring. How am I going to get her down? We are on the second story of our house. I'll have to climb out on the railing, leaning over the pavers surrounding the pool. What if I fall? What if she falls? OMG! What to do, what to do. What did I do?

Yes, I climbed up, hanging over the edge, trying not to look down. Trying not to visualize me splattered on the pavers below, in my pjs with messy hair, morning breath and no lipstick! Daisy is still leaning down towards me, purring.

I grab on to the post with one hand and grab Daisy by the scruff of the neck with the other. Daisy gives a few distressed meows and puts out the claws. She catches my shirt and starts to make gagging noises. I guess I have the collar caught in my grip. I'm telling her to let go or we're both going down. She didn't listen! I managed to lean over to my hand that was clutching the pole and release her claws and drop her on to the veranda. I get down and we're both safe. Phew!

Does Daisy shower me with thanks? Oh, of course not! She toddles on down to the other end of the veranda, out on to the carport. Well, you're welcome! I went inside. Should I go back to bed? No because then she'll just meow again soon. I went around the other side of the house and opened a door. In strolls Princess Daisy and over to her food bowl. I guess she's recovered then!

Me, I had to go back to bed, still thinking of being splattered, and try and nod off again. The rest of the household blissfully unaware of my trauma!

Gotta love cats!

Can I go to school too?!

Our cat, Princess Daisy, loves bags. Bags of any kind. If they're on the floor, she's in it / on it. She loves shopping day when there are bags galore all over the kitchen floor.

Here is Princess Daisy on top of our Princess's school backpack. I like the way the straps of the backpack are over her shoulders! She's keen. Let's go!

Awww, and here they are all tuckered out at the end of the day, having a rest on the lounge.

Percussion Boom Boom!

Our dear Foo had his first ever Band Camp. It was for beginners. He was so excited! It was a two day camp, coming home at night. Huh?! Anyways, he was quite excited... until... what, there will be other schools there? Oh, no! You see, Foo is quite a shy boy. He was the same with choir last year. Absolutely loved it, until it came time to perform or join with other schools.

The camp was on last Friday so last Thursday I see him trudging across the school oval with a mountain of stuff to carry. The kit had arrived. No wonder it was so expensive, it was huge.

Foo came home the first day quite tired but happy to show us a bit of what he had done that day. That was Friday. No more over the weekend though as he wasn't going back! Monday I managed to talk him round and dropped him off. They had a concert at the end of the day so we could see how far they'd come. They were all so cute and getting right into it. Unfortunately I couldn't get close for a photo. The children were grouped according to their instruments, each group taking turns to perform. Here's the best I could get. Foo is second on the left. He played one song on the glockenspiel and two on the drum.

Happy Birthday to Foo

Another birthday to celebrate in the family today. Our baby boy, Foo, turned 10 today. He didn't wake us too early, 7am. He was so excited. He couldn't wait for yesterday to be over so he could go to bed and wake up 10! The first thing we gave him was the huge box of Fruit Loops. Our kids aren't allowed rubbish cereal, only for special treats. Foo's choice this year was Fruit Loops. "Not that little tiny box of homebrand ones, Mum, I want a big box of Fruit Loops!" Luckily for him they were on sale last week.


Foo decided he would like to go to Sizzler for lunch. Ended up being 13 of us and it's an easy place to take kids. We had us, a friend from school, Mr Mumfies' Mum and Dad and our two nieces as well as three mountain friends. Back here afterwards for Grandma's cake and a swim. My brother and girlfriend called in for afternoon tea. They didn't want to come to lunch. How bizzare!! What a busy day. Kids are now finsihing the day playing Monopoly with Mr Mumfies. I hate Monopoly.

Foo is a really funny boy, often in his own world, and we love him to bits!

Here are a few photos from today and some from last night with his presents from my parents. New doona cover with skulls on it. He's skull mad. (No he doesn't sleep in a cot, it's a bunk bed! Bed on top, desk and shelves underneath). He also wanted some heavier weights than his 1 kilo ones. These new ones are 2.5 kilos.





Adding some monopoly photos later on here too. Seems Fuzz Ball is getting a right flogging and none too impressed! Will the game ever end, I want to know?! A late night with grumpy kids tomorrow? Ah well, they're having fun now.