I have been off school with a bad case of tonsilitis. I can't talk, can't swallow, can't move my head, can't eat and consequently, I won't cook. So that leaves the kids to fend for themselves, I can't even give instructions to Rocci as he doesn't quite understand my basic sign language, so I write things down for Robbie so he can translate for me. Rocci thinks he's old enough to do everything, so when he said he would chop up the vegies, I just let him go. Note the bandaid! What's a caserole without a little blood in it! The casserole didn't work out too nice, it had an overpowering taste of carrots and beans - apparently. As this is all I was going to allow him to chop. Perhaps next time I should introduce him to other vegies.
Party food yeah!
The kids get to serve themselves.
Disco. Loud music, Lights off, Bubble and smoke machine.....Very cool.
PARTY TIME! Rocci turned 5 this week, bringing back memories of a 6 week early, extrememely painful labour, that just about ended my life. He finally peered his little head into the world in perfect health, to be greeted by his adoring father (while his mother quietly bled to death) who held him as he looked around. During his time in hospital he admired everything, and spent little time sleeping. He sat on the counter of the nurses station looking around and being very cute, and seemingly helping them them work. He never complained, but took the time to look at every face carefully. Five years on, nothing has changed, he is a social little bunny with time for everyone, and he is a great helper. And just as he was premature, he has covered every mile-stone before I was ready. He is a loud surprise package with a massive personality that makes an impact on people very quickly. We celebrated this beautiful baby with a party at Maze Mania and his friends from school.
