We’re two weeks in to a rather substantial punishment for one of the boys. I guess I should protect the guilty so let’s just say his name rhymes with helix. No phone, no laptop, no xbox for a month. A month.

Granted, I meted out that teenage death sentence in the heat of the incident but I am still of the belief it is fair for the crime. Every now and then my cold dead heart melts a little and I consider shortening the sentence but then he asks for his laptop back and my steely resolve is shored up once more.

I know the length is appropriate because last week one of his wails on not getting his laptop back was “I didn’t even hit him that hard”. He’s lucky I didn’t add another week for that one.

The weekday evening moping is deliciously excruciating involving a lot of lolling about on the lounge or the floor wrapped up in a blanket personifying misery.

But here’s the kicker, it’s SO NICE having him back when I didn’t even realise he was gone. We hang out on the lounge, tonight has been a relentless campaign on who can get in a tickle before the other one flees or, in my case, wets their pants in hysterics. There’s discussions about politics, about what he’s learning in science at school, about STUFF.

There’s two long weeks to go and I’m quite sure this week will be as hellish as the last with moaning and wailing but there’s a perverse pleasure in that anyway.


12 Days to 40: Day whatever

Not the favourite

Felix got a stick lodged in his arm in the playground last week. Apparently he “tripped and fell”. “Tripped and fell” actually means “we play a game called Tomahawk Wars where we throw sticks at each other and one lodged in my arm”.

Exhibit A

We “hoped” he got all the stick out because the FIRST AID TRAINED teachers are NOT allowed to touch the students to pull twigs from their forearms for them. It went a bit red and a bit icky so I whacked some antiseptic cream on it for a few days and it cleared up. Mostly.

Then this dark spot on the wound site appeared. Which, it turns out, would be the rest of the branch. I tried digging it out tonight with some tweezers and a needle but the writhing crying child didn’t help. I was also worried I might not get it all out and that this saga would drag on past Christmas. I mean, I’m already bored. So I took him up to our second home, Mona Vale Hospital Emergency.

I figured the likely event would be some local anaesthetic, a scalpel and a LOT of saline solution and then a stitch. Felix is INSANELY needle phobic so he was not happy about this concept AT ALL.

The registrar quizzed me (HOW LONG AGO?) then the senior doctor came in, took one look at it and said, “yeah, that needs surgery”.

Exhibit B

I seriously thought he was taking the piss and laughed.

He wasn’t taking the piss, the kid needs surgery.

SURGERY. Something about length of time it’s been in there (shut up), that it’s a branch (lots of germs), near a joint (DANGER DANGER) and that these things can be “a bit fiddly”.

(namby pamby soft cocks)

And this was meant to be a post about how he started at a new high school today, TODAY.

SO not the favourite.



end of year shenanigans

I have felt that I had nothing to say here for the last few weeks but in just having a quick email with Blackbird I realised there is so much to tell.


I have three boys home today. Oscar finished his school year on Tuesday, Jasper is home after being up all night vomitting – on the last day of the school year no less, and Grover is home early as today was the kindy concert and an early home-time.


I need to tell you all about Oscar’s School of Awesome Presentation Day.

Well I cried at the first entertainment item – a photo montage to a song about (the school) being a place where God is. Then every student came up on stage and collected their certificate of achievement for the year. Even the boy crying because of the noise and crowd in the room. I think nearly every adult in the room was crying as he came down off the stage (with much help and praise and support and love from teachers to get him through everything before that and after) with his fingers in his ears, crying ‘I’m too scared, Julie can you help me’. OH MY LORD was there crying all around. One, for the love of this child, two for the fact he had done it! He’d done it!, three for the fact he could VERBALISE how he was feeling and that he needed help. I tell you, SCHOOL.OF.AWESOME.


Then there was another musical item – this time with two students singing Enrique Iglesias’s I Like It and the Eddie’s Entertainers (aka student dance group) performing a routine to it. The male student did all the rapping, WORD PERFECT, the female student the singing. AWESOME.


Also – can you imagine just how much better Presentation Days would be at all school presentation days with these sorts of things – minimal talking, quick presentations, lots of entertainment.


The next musical interlude was a montage of the 60th birthday celebrations and blessing of the sacred place made in the grounds during the year – a beautiful, serene space for students which was instigated and completed by the grounds keeper off his own volition.


Then, THEN, there was the solo. A Year 9 (or maybe 10) student singing Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit. I tell you what, that kid knew how to work the microphone. It all started with a rallying ‘are you ready to rock and roll!?!’, included a ‘this is where I BREAK OUT’ which led into what can only be termed an impressive air guitar solo and ended with a ‘you’ve been an awesome audience today’.


I swear to GOD this school could not be MORE AWESOME.



Felix is currently enjoying the annual school picnic on his last day of primary school. Monday was the Year 6 Farewell dinner which is hosted by the Year 5s and involves dancing, a sit-down dinner, a very loving and funny roast by the teachers, presenting each of the students with a funny award.

It is such a privilege being a part of this child’s life, being witness to his life and the man he will become. This year there have been moments when it has taken my breath away. Such an awesome kid.


Yesterday I did nearly *all* the Christmas shopping. Four gifts to go. Not bad for a 3.5 hour effort hey. No wonder I was shattered last night.


So you see, there has been news, there has been stuff happening after all!